The Geese

It is early November. The air is crisp and clear. We are out sitting on our deck with our dog. Suddenly we become aware of a raucous noise overhead. The dog begins to bark. We look up. In the clear blue sky we see several V-shaped flight formations of Canada Geese on their way south, to escape the northern Canadian winters. We watch for a while, until our dog grows restless.

The Truck-Stop

Trying not to be biased, I was hiring a handicapped person. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. I had never had a mentally handicapped employee, and I wasn’t sure I wanted one. I wasn’t sure how my customers would react to Stevie. He was short, a little dumpy, and had the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Down Syndrome.