by Peter Loewer The weather of late had been rainy, windy, and generally unseasonable, especially for a touristy area like that which surrounded the The General Store. Days remained hot…
Collective Memories
by Peter Loewer It was one of those late August days of this year beginning with mist in the morning, rain at noon, then at 4 p.m. a heat-and-humidity-storm. Weather…
Hold On and Wait
by Peter Loewer “A month or so ago I marched in here and said that I was as mad as hell,” said the Curmudgeon as he walked into the General…
It’s the Birds
by Peter Loewer Storekeep, Mrs. Storekeep, Cityfella — who was beginning to spend more than his usual amount of time in the store, leading Mrs. Storekeep to suspect that problems…
Kind of a Lawless Place
by Peter Loewer Storekeep, Cityfella, Mrs. Storekeep, and the Curmudgeon were standing around looking at the new poster display for the local newspaper out of Asheville and wondering about the…
Telephone Calls
by Peter Loewer “I am mad as hell,” said the Curmudgeon as he walked into the dark interior (Storekeep was changing the overhead fluorescent lights) of the General Store, his…
The Curmudgeon Flew Off!
by Peter Loewer Last week on Friday, the Curmudgeon came into the General Store, and greeted Mr and Mrs Storekeep, their daughter Tiffinie, not to mention Newsman, Milkman, and arranging…
Connecting with the BBB
by Peter Loewer Curmudgeon walked into the General Store last weekend to hold court before Mr. and Mrs. Storekeep, the Breadman, the Postman, and a new young lady sorting through…
The Curmudgeon and the Bat
by Peter Loewer The curmudgeon came into the General Store and announced that he had a tale to tell and asked Mr. and Mrs. Store-keep, plus Bread-man, Beer-man, and the…