Lordy, who has the energy to stay up so late? Apparently the people of Clinton County.
The stone tells a story about William Dale Curry, but a meager one. We might deduce that sadness accompanied the placement of this marker.
As imperative sentences go, this one gets your attention.
That building called the old gym looked new on the outside, while the new gym had an ancient feel, like a place Jimmy Chitwood and Hickory High School would play a road game in “Hoosiers.”
On my way from room to room, I search for something. How could it have gotten away from me? I just had it in my hand.
Injustice floods upon the young. Or so you would think listening to playtime grievances.
The imagination barely strays in considering how peeved the Earth must be with its human inhabitants.
The benchmark for reaching full-fledged old-man status usually involves yelling at neighborhood kids to get off the lawn.