The metal horses gallop around on the corner of Stadium and Ash in front of Landmark Bank. As financial woes of Americans continue to pile up, it is oddly calming…
My mom was having a bad day. It wasn’t anything in particular, but all the little inconveniences and frustrations had piled up and her brow was a deep furrowed line.…
On one of the last days of summer, a long-time friend and I went to the top of the new parking garage on Fifth and Walnut. We climbed up the…
Often times I wish I were a statue: trapped infinitely in one pose, watching others carefully, as their lives pass by me, but I remained unchanged. I wouldn’t be a…
I wasn’t much of a delinquent as a kid. Somehow, I kept my crazy ideas to myself, spending my days in the barely existent library of Columbia Independent School. But,…
Every Columbian has seen the attentive ice cream guard dog who sits outside Sparky’s downtown, 21 S. Ninth St. He has the happy eyes and the slouchy smile of a…
The red cursive letters pull late night food scavengers to the second-floor restaurant. The steps to Formosa, 913 E. Broadway, are steep and hidden from sight; each one lets out…
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