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The Summer the Squirrel Disappeared
An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Twenty-Three: The Creek The twenty-third evening arrived beneath a sky so clear it looked freshly washed. The Porch Club had become a fixture of summer. People no longer asked where they were going after supper. They knew. They were coming to Hughes Street. Uncle Toby emerged carrying sweet tea. The crowd applauded. Again. The old man stopped. Looked…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Twenty-Two: The Margin Note The twenty-second evening found Hughes Street packed. Not crowded. Packed. The distinction mattered. Crowded meant inconvenience. Packed meant success. Uncle Toby emerged from the house carrying sweet tea and looking entirely too pleased with hisself. The crowd noticed immediately. Pearl pointed. “He’s got that look.” “What…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Twenty-One: The Wrong Newspaper The twenty-first evening arrived with enough people on Hughes Street to qualify as a municipal gathering. Someone had brought brownies. Someone had brought folding tables. Someone had brought a battery-powered bug zapper. The bug zapper was proving more popular than expected. Uncle Toby emerged onto the porch. Looked over…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Twenty: The Second Squirrel The twentieth evening arrived beneath a sky full of stars. The threat of rain had finally wandered off to bother somebody else. Hughes Street looked almost festive. Lanterns glowed. Folks chatted. Children chased lightning bugs near the sidewalk. The Porch Club had become its own little community. Uncle Toby emerged carrying…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Nineteen: The Promise The nineteenth evening found Hughes Street humming like a beehive. The Porch Club had become the worst-kept secret in Calhoun County. Folks arrived early. Folks arrived late. Folks arrived carrying folding chairs that appeared older than the state of Alabama. Uncle Toby emerged carrying sweet tea in his usual quart Mason jar. The…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Eighteen: The First Scratch The eighteenth evening arrived with a thunderstorm threatening somewhere over on the other side of Dugger Mountain. The clouds never quite committed. They simply lingered. Like kinfolks after supper. The Porch Club had become so large that several folks were sitting on pickup tailgates parked along Hughes Street. Nobody seemed…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Seventeen: The Most Controversial Act in Golden Squirrel History The seventeenth evening found Hughes Street nearly impassable. Cars lined both sides of the road. Neighbors had begun parking in their own yards to make room. The Porch Club had outgrown the porch. Nobody seemed concerned. Uncle Toby emerged carrying two Mason jars of sweet tea. One for…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Sixteen: The First Golden Squirrel Banquet The sixteenth evening arrived cooler than the ones before it. A hint of autumn lingered in the air. Not enough to…
The Summer the Squirrel Disappeared
An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Sixteen: The First Golden Squirrel Banquet The sixteenth evening arrived cooler than the ones before it. A hint of autumn lingered in the air. Not enough to matter. Just enough to notice. The Porch Club filled quickly. The front yard was nearly full before Uncle Toby even appeared. Several late arrivals found themselves standing. Nobody complained. The…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Fifteen: The Banquet Committee By the fifteenth evening, the Porch Club had become so established that somebody had started bringing extra chairs for newcom…
The Summer the Squirrel Disappeared
An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Fifteen: The Banquet Committee By the fifteenth evening, the Porch Club had become so established that somebody had started bringing extra chairs for newcomers. This was viewed as hospitality by some. Evidence of permanence by others. Uncle Toby considered it mildly alarming. The old man settled into the peacock chair. Looked over the crowd. And sighed.…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Fourteen: The Votes That Didn’t Count By the fourteenth evening, the Porch Club had become so large that somebody suggested appointing officers. The suggestion was immediately rejected. Mostly because nobody trusted Beulah Mae with authority. Especially Beulah Mae. Uncle Toby settled into the peacock chair. The crowd quieted. Not because they were…
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An Uncle Toby McCarley Porch Story Night Thirteen: One Vote By the thirteenth evening, nobody bothered pretending they might miss a night. The Porch Club had become an institution. Folks arrived ca…