Discombobulated by Peter Loewer Truth be told, the general store was a scene of havoc, unleashed. Obviously, the front windows were OK, and the results of visible havoc were confined…
The Curmudgeon Calls for Attention!
Because the general store was open every day of the week, Mr. and Mrs. Storekeep had two home addresses. by Peter Loewer One was the pleasant apartment above the store…
Who’s Calling?
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,…
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…
Greedy & Trendy
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…