I Am Lucius van Dyke III

Phwap. A snowball glanced off the back of my head. I turned around to see Molly standing with another snowball in hand ready to throw. Thwack. She hit me in the center of the chest.

“Oh,” I said, “so that’s how you’re going to be?”

I grabbed some snow from the pile alongside the driveway and quickly packed a snowball and threw it towards Molly who was now running and giggling her way across the front yard. Swish. I missed her completely. Read the rest of this entry »

The cold, wet snow that made for great snow forts made for lousy shoveling. Each shovelful weighed a hundred pounds. At the rate we were going, it was going to take us the rest of the afternoon to finish the driveway.

I sighed heavily.

“Twenty dollars,” said Scooter sarcastically. “Sure beats building our snow fort.”

“I know, I know.” I said, scooping up another two inch, fifty pound load of snow.

“I’m done,” said Scooter, throwing his snow shovel down on the snow pile next to the driveway.

“You’re what?!” I exclaimed. Read the rest of this entry »

please note: this entry is a continuation of the December 12, 2005 storyline (click for link). The entries in between now and then should be disregarded for now. They may show up again in the future. This is a work in progress and readers will see some editing happening as I discover the story right along with you.

“What the hell was that?” asked Noel.

“Some bum. Wanted a buck,” I said as I tossed the pack of Sixlets to Noel who was laying on the air mattress on the floor, our sole piece of furniture.

I laid down next to Noel and turned on our thirteen inch black and white TV with the vertical hold problem. I gave the television a good whack on the right side and the picture of news anchor Paul Moyer stabilized. Read the rest of this entry »