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The Tab That Stayed Open

There is an $8.35 tab on the books at Moser’s Market that has been open since 1993. Three owners have inherited it. Nobody has ever collected it. Nobody has ever …

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The Fence at Mile Marker 88

At the westbound rest stop on Route 30, mile marker 88, there is a section of fence with hundreds of ribbons tied to it. Truckers tie one before a hard …

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The Voice on Channel Two

For thirty years as a freight dispatcher, I have played the same three-minute audio file down channel two for every scared first-year driver on a night run. Whiteout. Mountain grade. …

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The Report Cards in the Oak Drawer

At my mother’s funeral, my brother got the report card drawer. I got the couch. I told him he could have it, but I will be honest: thirty years of …

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The Teller Drawer Where the World Waited

For three deployments—thirty-nine months—the Main Street post office held one family’s mail in a rented drawer. Staff Sergeant Teller placed the standing order in 2008. “My wife can’t get bill …

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Signal 7 on Hasty Hill

For nineteen years, a man in a lawn chair has sat at the top of Hasty Hill with a hand-lettered sign: SLOW DOWN—KIDS, FARM EQUIPMENT, AND DEPUTIES AHEAD. He has …

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The Story Line Begins Again

For thirty-one years, a phone number in our county connected to a recorded bedtime story. The story changed every Sunday night. The voice did not. There was no advertising, no …

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The Biscuit on the Windowsill

Grandma Nell burned one biscuit in every batch for seventy years. Deliberately. We all knew it. Nobody knew why. The burnt one never went in the trash. It went on …

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Snow Sunday in the Coat Room

The Sunday of the ice storm, our church lost power at 6 a.m. No heat. No lights. No sound system. Fourteen degrees inside by ten. The pastor posted the cancellation …

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Dot’s Name on the Scoreboard

For forty-one years, Dot ran the concession stand at the county Little League fields. She missed four games total. Two for funerals. Two for hurricanes. The league board voted this …

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