Briar Circle by Leon Yooungblood

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD “There’re just some things a feller ought to know,” old Rip said, way back in 1983.  We were fishing in the beaver pond near Shockley Springs Baptist…

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD In fairness, Norm was from Australia—you know, the “land down under,” as touted by the Men at Work Aussie band as the place where “women glow and…

Masters of gloom By LEON YOUNGBLOOD Have you ever noticed there are persons who are walking Depressions, Depression personified, Depression overloads?  These are not those persons who merely need medication…

Exploding watermelons By LEON YOUNGBLOOD As if we do not have enough to worry about in this weary, troubled world, I’ve found something else to lose sleep over: did you…

Itches, aches and pains By LEON YOUNGBLOOD “I hate summer here,” my friend Clem Clemmons said.  “I thought I’d pay you a visit before it got too hot.  It’s not…

The stork’s visit By LEON YOUNGBLOOD (The young father who related this story affirmed its truthfulness; however, it’s probably a good idea to suspend disbelief it you’re reading it.)

Beaver darns By LEON YOUNGBLOOD I am impressed by the volumes of knowledge a person can gain by simple observation.  Slopping around in a swamp with son Mason, for example,…