My “Herb” Garden of Drugs (Cat’s Only!)
As I was sitting on a couch on my backyard patio, I noticed the bush that my family calls the “herb garden” was making a loud, rustling sound. The stems were violently moving back and forth as if something was disturbing them. The herb garden, which after many weeks of neglect, took over a significant portion of the back half of my yard and caused the rustling to be a little bit more noticeable. It emitted a strange smell of mint, lavender, and oregano mixed together but was masked by the overgrowth of my catnip plant, shooting out from all sides of the herb garden. I began to worry: What if it was a raccoon passing through, ripping and destroying the seeds I sowed, hoping to find a light snack in my prized garden. A racoon from before has already messed up my tomato plants along with leaving ripped chunks off my catnip plant to rot in the grass. Enough was enough. I looked over and saw a huge wooden stick my brother planned to use to hike with, but as of right now, it was going to be a raccoon herding stick. I grabbed the stick, held it like a katana, and walked slowly over to the bush, preparing for battle. My bare feet softly eased across the soft, green grass.
A Cup of Coffee and Carol Sue
I remember it was during the summer of 1963. I just got off my shift at the Louisville Bedding Company with my best friend, Carol Sue. Carol Sue looked at the complete opposite of me. She had long, blonde hair, a curvy build, and bold lips. I, on the other hand, was tall, skinny, and short, brown hair.