Goobie, by Harry Holdorf

Goobie, by Harry Holdorf

I’m upset about our dog, Goobie, 12-year-old tri-colored beagle. Close member of the family: only second-generation child. His rear end went out two years ago, Halloween, in Beatrice. We’d dressed him up in a Buzzy Bee outfit, which fit him perfectly, for the...
Cold Mountain, by Harry Holdorf

Cold Mountain, by Harry Holdorf

Each of us must admit that either we are killing the earth, and have no intention of stopping, or that we care, and are environmentalists, and want to help save the earth; there is no middle ground. Nicole Kidman’s Civil War movie Cold Mountain (sung by Alison Krauss,...

Dorothy, by Harry Holdorf

Dorothy felt things weren’t quite right, but she also knew they were as good as they were going to get; she’d just have to go with it. The snow had begun to fall several hours earlier, jogging her memories about snowy holidays as a child, how magical they were. She...
Popper, by Harry Holdorf

Popper, by Harry Holdorf

If it weren’t for Popper, I sure as hell wouldn’t been out in the woods today, cutting up twelve inch rounds of hardwood firewood, with a 36 inch bow saw, in the middle of a 350 acre Western North Carolina cattle ranch. If my older brother didn’t use one, I probably...