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Dear Reader,
(Suzanne's on vacation today, but she's left one of her favorite "trash" columns for you to read.)
My husband and I were out for a leisurely drive when he stopped in front of a cute little historic home. I thought he was admiring the rose gardens, but that wasn't what caught his eye. No, he was enthralled with the trash pile. There was a pile of trash at least eight feet long, in front of the house.
"Now there's a trash pile to be proud of," my husband told me.
I wasn't really all that surprised by his reaction. I've known for some time now that I'm married to a trash man. Before we met, I never dreamed that a pile of refuse could bring someone so much joy. Why he's even had me take a photo. His pose reminded me of the old black and white photographs of hunters, standing tall, holding their rifle upright in one arm, their other arm bent across the front of their waist with one foot planted on top of their trophy. (In my husband's case, it's a leaf blower in one hand, a chain saw in the other, and his foot is perched on top of a mound of trash bags.)
I used to think this trash thing was only a quirk of my husband's. But the last time I visited Ron, my stepfather, he and my husband did some spring cleaning and yep, you guessed it, now I have two trash men in my life. They were big trash talkers on Sunday, boasting to the other neighborhood guys, "Come and take a look at this heap of trash."
But come Monday morning, when the real city trash men showed up, those trash rookies were crouched down behind the front picture window in the living room, their heads bobbing up and down to periodically take a peek.
"I wonder if they'll take everything? Look, look, by golly, they're actually going to take it all. Oh, oh, that box--that's the real heavy one. Wow, look at that guy. He picked it up, look--he's throwing it in the back of the truck all by himself. Oh, my aching back."
As soon as the garbage truck was at least four houses down the street, they went outside and surveyed the "scene of the crime." Two trash junkies shaking their heads, amazed by a professional's ability to, in mere minutes, dispose of a pile of trash that took them all day long to accumulate. Like a couple of kids, they were star-struck. I can see it now, Miniature Trash Man Action Figures. I know two guys who would buy them.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
On Vacation,
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
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SHADOW GIRL (Thriller) by Gerry Schmitt
Writing as Laura Childs, I've penned the New York Times bestselling Tea Shop and Scrapbook Mysteries. Now, under my own name, I'm proud to introduce the second book in my Afton Tangler Thriller series. And what a thriller this is... When a medical helicopter is blasted out of the sky, a dying tycoon's hope for a heart transplant is dashed. But that's just the beginning of a gruesome crime spree that leaves Afton Tangler, family liaison officer, and the Minneapolis PD reeling.
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