Author: Rick Garvia

Well, That’s Alarming

               I was up early, quietly putting the finishing touches on a story I was writing about dog turds when the smoke alarm started to shriek, and by shriek, I mean an eighty-five-decibel blare that

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America—3.5 Million Square Miles of Stuff

               There’s a small motel located off the main road on which I travel daily that has been there for as long as I can remember. It’s the type of place that reminds me

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Driving Me Crazy

  It was the spring of 1970 when I, a fresh-faced sixteen-year-old, drove my mother’s lime green American Motors Hornet to the absolute failure of my first road test. This wasn’t a “wait for the results to come in the

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