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 and nights cooling down, so that on the higher mountains one began to see smoke from hidden chimneys. Mr. andContinue Reading
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 usually experienced in New Guinea during the Second World War – and it was the mention of that war thatContinue Reading
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 Store, and as often is the case when anger takes hold of his psyche, his complexion began to get highlightsContinue Reading
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 were mounting on his home-front, especially because Mrs. Cityfella (her name was Irene) had not been in for a monthContinue Reading
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 future of newspapers, the US Mail, and civility in general when a Tourist walked in and, we suspect, thought heContinue Reading
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 complexion edging up to the danger point as, apparently, his blood pressure moved into the realm of the higher digit.Continue Reading
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 greeting cards, the new agent from Atlanta Greetings. “Curmudge,” they said, “where’ve you been?” “I flew off to Zanesville, Ohio,Continue Reading
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 greeting card rack in preparation for Easter, Mother’s Day, and Father’s Day, not to mention the general run ofContinue Reading
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 Postman to take a few minutes to listen his story. “It seems,” said Curmudgeon, “that a small brown bat, fromContinue Reading
