Stuff my dad texts

From the desk of friendly neighborhood paragraph stacker Daniel P. Finney of Des Moines, Iowa. Super Bowl celebration in my house as a boy usually involved my dad and me stretched out on the basement furniture with bowls of popcorn on our bellies and a fizzy Pepsi on ice on coasters atop the end table.Continue reading “Stuff my dad texts”

HOT SHEET: The joy of mother’s cooking when we can’t be together

From the desk of Daniel P. Finney, 24th Street bureau, Des Moines, Iowa. ITEM ONLY: I ate my mother’s food on Thanksgiving Day. This simple declarative sentence would be unimpressive in any other year. But we know damn well this is not any other year. This is the year of COVID, social distancing and lockdowns.Continue reading “HOT SHEET: The joy of mother’s cooking when we can’t be together”

It may be July 4, but it’s not a real Fourth of July

The calendar claims today is Independence Day. I refuse to believe it. This may be July 4, but it’s not a real Fourth of July. If this were a real Fourth of July, my late Grandpa Rogers’ veteran flag would hang in the garage on the opposite wall from his old neighbor, Mr. Arpy. BothContinue reading “It may be July 4, but it’s not a real Fourth of July”