On Sunday morning, April 28, 2019, my son, Henry, and I were driving home from church and heading to the store. On the side of the road, just off Camellia Boulevard in Lafayette, Louisiana, we saw what appeared to be a book or a notebook sitting on the side of the road, the pages fluttering…
Author: Reese
The Name on the Sign
I’m cleaning up an exhaust valve with a bench grinder when my mechanic tells me this: There used to be this ol’ boy who worked for me. I had him cleaning the parts. One day he said to me, “Why do I have to be the one that gets greasy all the time?” I walked…
Wedding on Friday
My phone rings. I answer it. It’s my mechanic. “You know how we were talking about working on your car on Friday?” he says. “Yeah,” I say. “Well, I forgot my son was getting married on Friday.” “That’s no problem. We can do it another time then.” “No, we can still work. I just need…
Father’s Day
Oh, young father! The beer hasn’t caught up with your gut just yet and your best smoking years are right ahead of you. Your wife still bears the luggage of your daughter’s arrival along her midriff and her floppy hat waves goodbye to the life you both knew. My three meet the waves head on,…