I really reacted to this line, Justin, "Benny missed him—his scent, too, strange as it sounds. He smelled like campfires, Old Milwaukee, and grit." It made me think of my old grandmother who always smelled of the wood-burning cook stove and wintergreen liniment. I can conjure up the smell right this minute on saying the words. Chris wrote a magnificent review of your book!
I think it's pretty safe to say that given an audience of fifty people hearing that short story, you'd be able to tell really quickly by the smiles who'd had experience and frustration with that plastic shovel.
Very nice, Justin! I lived in the northeast, on Cape Cod, for a few years. My first real winters with snow and months of cold. It was fun and a novelty to me, but after the second winter, I'd had enough. Loved the snow but too cold. I'll visit snow country but I probably wont live in it again. : ) Congrats on your book doing so well!
I moved to the south last year. Happy to say this is the closest I’ll ever get to snow, shoveling, and a snow plow for a long time. I don’t miss those days. Thanks for the reminder.
This is a perfect story for today as we see the effects of yesterday's storm. Also a good reminder that we must all take what life (or a snowplow) throws at us and keep on trying. Nice imagery, too, as always, Justin!!
I really reacted to this line, Justin, "Benny missed him—his scent, too, strange as it sounds. He smelled like campfires, Old Milwaukee, and grit." It made me think of my old grandmother who always smelled of the wood-burning cook stove and wintergreen liniment. I can conjure up the smell right this minute on saying the words. Chris wrote a magnificent review of your book!
Did John Lightie, by any chance, tell you where the mountains are in his photo? I was going to guess the Blue Ridge, but it would be nice to know.
I think it's pretty safe to say that given an audience of fifty people hearing that short story, you'd be able to tell really quickly by the smiles who'd had experience and frustration with that plastic shovel.
That's about how it goes when shoveling snow. LOL
Yay! Justin's back! 🥂🙂
Happy new year to you too, Justin!
Ah, memories of my years spent in Michigan. Contratulatories on your book. 🤓⛄️
Very nice, Justin! I lived in the northeast, on Cape Cod, for a few years. My first real winters with snow and months of cold. It was fun and a novelty to me, but after the second winter, I'd had enough. Loved the snow but too cold. I'll visit snow country but I probably wont live in it again. : ) Congrats on your book doing so well!
I moved to the south last year. Happy to say this is the closest I’ll ever get to snow, shoveling, and a snow plow for a long time. I don’t miss those days. Thanks for the reminder.
After the snow in the Northeast, we definitely feel this one. I’d like to see someone from L.A. empathize with this story...
Smell of campfire and Old Milwaukee -- very nice, glad you’re back Justin.
This is a perfect story for today as we see the effects of yesterday's storm. Also a good reminder that we must all take what life (or a snowplow) throws at us and keep on trying. Nice imagery, too, as always, Justin!!