Rain drops pattered on my windshield all night. Rain, rain, go away. Send the snow, but not to stay. I parked the Red Dent across from my mark. It was a squat green house with white trim. A weather-stained cherubim leaned against a corner of the porch. There was an old desk, a few pieces of lumber and an old mat. Seemed like the accoutrements never changed whenever I delivered here. I knocked. The door opened after a moment. “Hey, wussup man,” the young man said. He was a full head taller than me, red shirt, wide at the shoulders. I’ve delivered to him before. Nice kid. Always gives a tip. “Hey, buddy. That’ll be seventeen ninety-two,” I said. “Ok.” He fished out his wallet. “… when Columbus sailed the ocean blue,” I said. I chuckled. Funny joke. Personable delivery guy. Old rhyme. I was sure he had heard it before. He handed me the money and told me to keep the change. I gave him his food and told him to keep the pizza. I left. I took a step off the porch. I took a few steps. I go
The stories of a man working hard to achieve financial peace.