The eight-inch length of lower intestine sat on the stainless steel table like a slippery Thanksgiving turkey neck. The smell ...

What must my buddy Fowldog have looked like to the tourists? He was sweaty and shirtless, a little red-faced, wearing ...

I was purposely late — 6:45 p.m. instead of the agreed upon 6:00 p.m. When I climbed the stairs from ...

When we edge out over the lip of the embankment, for a moment we’re nearly vertical. I hold onto the ...

Jay's 34-inch Super Swamper LTDs chew up and spit out the logging road gravel in a spray behind us. The ...

Poking the "Alarm Cancel" button on my bedside digital clock is my Friday night ritual, signaling the end of another ...

Toasted white bread, mayonnaise, two tomato slices, iceberg lettuce, American cheese, four sausage patties: I bite into the sandwich and ...

"Ain't seen a yeller cur dog, have ye? One blue eye?" The man in camouflage squinted against the sun and ...

"As long as you don’t let it see daylight," Mac would tell us, "it won't sting you."  Then, in demonstration, ...