“I remember one time when I was in high school—it was during the war, the Second World War—I got a job during the Christmas vacation . . . I got a job with the post office delivering parcel post because all the able-bodied men were in the military all scattered all over the world. And I worked, the first year I must have been fifteen, and that year I worked with a black fellow who was a regular postal employee, and we used an army truck to deliver parcel post—guys were all over the world sending stuff back for [READ MORE]

My good friend Bob Puckett was going on his usual evening walk, breathlessly trying to keep up with his dog Zany. Bob was enjoying the cool night air when suddenly, he heard a voice. "Help me! Help me!" Bob looked all around, but saw no one there. So he continued on. But then, once again, came the pleading voice. "Help me! Help me!" This time, Bob looked down and saw a small green frog sitting by his feet. He bent over and picked up the little frog, and looked at it. Suddenly, the frog spoke. "Please help me!" the frog said. "You [READ MORE]