June 9, 2014


When Thomas left for work that day, he brought his rain slickers, his warm coat and his St. Christopher medal, kissing his wife and infant son before he left.


13 thoughts on “June 9, 2014

  1. Millhouse read the sign with growing disbelief, then forlornly looked down at the ancient treasure map in his hand which showed the site of Lieutenant Colonel John Anderson’s buried gold: “3 paces north of the north-most corner of the Mariners’ Church built in honour of my beloved wife Julia Ann.”

  2. As she listened to her mother read aloud the plaque that referenced her great-great-grandmother’s will Julia felt the familiar cold hand slip into hers and a tremulous voice whispered into her ear “I lied.”

  3. Derik’s three thousand mile trek to discover his ancestors ended not with a bang but with a whimper, his great-great-great-great uncle’s name was Otis Calvin, not Clavin Otis – and so his journey goes on.

  4. I left my DAMN glasses on the BUS…..can you READ it to me?..Where did EVERYONE go….Wait up!!!

  5. But alas, the Catholic Church long ago decanonized changing him from St Christopher to just plain Chris so Thomas was hit by a bus.

  6. Just when Susie was about to blow up at her boyfriend for dragging her all around Michigan and making her read long, boring signs at silly, little landmarks, she came across the line about the “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” and was like, “Oh… I LOVE that song” and instead gave him a sweet little kiss on the cheek… 🙂

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