by Peter Loewer Last week, the biggest rain ever fell on the General Store. The wind whipped around the corners of every home, cottage, or business, yet nothing quite measured…
Ubiquitously Grandiose Lives
by Peter Loewer There was a morning fog almost every day last week and the outside air seemed to be cloying with dampness, a situation confounded by the sudden breakdown…
The Curmudgeon Loses His Cool
by Peter Loewer Last week in the midst of one of the season’s worst downpours, the Curmudgeon opened the door of the General Store. Holding his 20-year-old outdoorsman’s canvas hat,…
Crying Out For Justice
Curmudgeon walked into the General Store and said to nobody in particular, “It’s started again.” by Peter Loewer “What?” asked Storekeep, Mrs. Storekeep, and brother of Cityfella. “That ubiquitous fog,…
Monikers
by Peter Loewer It took forever for spring to arrive in Western North Carolina. Day after day all the cars in the area—not to mention the trucks—had ice-covered windshields every…
The Curmudgeon Lashes Out
by Peter Loewer “Well,” shouted the Curmudgeon as he strutted like a peacock through the open door of the General Store… (Mrs. Storekeep believed that every day a bit of…
Dum Vivimus Vivamus
While we live, let us live by Peter Loewer Hopefully, some of our readers will recall Curmudgeon’s statement at the end of last month’s report… …to wit: “I want you…
Raise Your Eyes to the Heavens
by Peter Loewer Some readers will recall the end of last month’s column. In brief: Curmudgeon suggested that the various members of the General Store Membership List might be persuaded…
All Work and No Play
by Peter Loewer Note: It should be remembered by those who have been following the exploits of The Curmudgeon, that before the transformation into his present character — and after…