Posted April 05, 2023in Joe's Neighborhood
The students are cautiously lining up. They are dressed in pinks and blues and reds and purples and whites… and, look, there’s someone in a sparkling glitter affair good for [...]
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Posted March 01, 2023in Joe's Neighborhood
“Could I help you, hon?” I don’t know. As an old man, the bright florescent world of Target presents several unique challenges — like where in this giant warehouse is [...]
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Posted February 01, 2023in Joe's Neighborhood
“Ah, the good old days.” Did I really just say that? Knocking on the door of nostalgia seems a bit of a trick bag. One person’s treasured memory is usually [...]
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Posted January 04, 2023in Joe's Neighborhood
“It’s not opening,” my wife says with just a tinge of panic as the glass doors allowing us to leave the Paris train station stay firmly closed. That’s not the [...]
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Posted November 30, 2022in Joe's Neighborhood
Rich Krumme died the other day. Most of you don’t know him. He farmed outside of Des Moines, near the small town of St. Marys, far from stoplights and Starbucks. His [...]
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Posted November 02, 2022in Joe's Neighborhood
“It’s somewhere in here,” says my friend as she turns her car into the small cemetery, “but I’m not sure where.” No one is around. The smell of aspen trees [...]
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Posted October 05, 2022in Joe's Neighborhood
Don’t get me wrong, there are serious problems in the world, and serious people are needed to keep us from killing ourselves and killing each other and to make sure [...]
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Posted August 31, 2022in Joe's Neighborhood
If you are lucky, you will wake up some morning and smell a doughy, cinnamon concoction drifting up the stairs. The smell will slip under your blankets, tickle your chest, [...]
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Posted August 03, 2022in Joe's Neighborhood
The farmhouse sat on one side of the gravel road, surrounded by a large yard with a pump, a vegetable garden and scattered peony bushes. Chickens worked the ground in [...]
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Posted July 06, 2022in Joe's Neighborhood
“I actually thought I’d die with the shears in my hands.” The old man stands behind his barber chair — his podium for an audience of one. He looks at [...]
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