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Lawrence B. Green 1929-2021; A man of pebbles
Someone once criticized me, telling me, everything with you is a story. And I think he was right – but I don't take it as a criticism, I see it as acknowledgement of a gift, to be shared. This is m...
THEY DO NOT CHEW TOBACCO
Destruction is the most beautiful of cabarets. Grasshoppers caked to the grill of a collapsing Oldsmobile bloody as a buffalo jump. Locusts are a plague of reason, a systemic and measurable loss -- they flow like an ice cream symphony in a sky of...
The Three-Legged Dog Who Chased After Love
copyright 2017 by Steve Sibra (previously published in The Borfski Review) On my way to make a courier pick-up at the airport I saw a three-legged dog on the side of the road. He had a sign in his mouth. I put on the brakes so I could get a better...
Poetry by Steve Sibra
THE CROWN OF CREATION We bounce in the backs of pickup trucks dirt road varnished by heat from the tires skeletons snore in the earth as we trundle by we relax, let our hair fly, shirt tails flap someone gets a nosebleed we put our hearts back into...
CHRISTMAS IN OLD BIG SANDY (circa 1963)
My mother, Arlene Geyer Sibra, was old school all the way. When I was a kid, I heard all manner of old sayings come from her, everything from Bible quotes to the Farmer's Almanac. I thought some of it...
Tales of Old Big Sandy: TIM GODFREY'S "TV LAND" - A Fun and Friendly Doorway to a Cartoon World
I honestly don't know how to describe Tim Godfrey to those who may have never known the man. He was a Big Sandy mainstay in the '60s, '70s, and '80s, hilarious and unpredictable. He was brilliant in...
TALES OF OLD BIG SANDY: Harley Hurd: A tough skin concealed a heart of gold within
When I was a lad, there were a few people around Big Sandy who always seemed to be somewhere nearby. On the one hand, they were like the buttons on an old coat, maybe a little bit frayed, maybe the...
TALES OF OLD BIG SANDY "Sex, Drugs, Rock n' Roll and Lawrence Green: How I Survived the 1970's"
Like a lot of people, I have fond and nostalgic memories of my high school days. Well, at least I have memories. I can't even estimate how many people I know these days who say they can't remember...
Ridin' By"
Note: I wrote this story in 2018, as an homage to the memory of Buster Dunlap, a longtime family friend who was a cowboy from Circle, Montana. It was originally published in an online literary magazine titled Literally Stories, in a slightly altered...
Guest Editorial: Looking Beyond the Clouds By Steve Sibra
The planet earth is a being made of land, water, and air. We all know this. Every living thing has its own perspective on what the earth is like. How we define our environment depends on whether we walk on the land, swim in the sea, or fly in the sky...
TALES OF OLD BIG SANDY: Ament's Barber Shop - The Disneyland of Big Sandy
I was born in 1956, so somebody cut my hair before George Ament and his wife Penny moved to town and took over the barbershop. Somebody cut it, but I don't remember who it was. My first memory of a...
TALES OF OLD BIG SANDY: Cliff Gullickson Was A Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich
Welcome to another chapter in my recounting of the tales of Old Big Sandy (which means "old" by the standards of my lifetime, mostly the 1960s and early 1970s). This column is not meant to be a...
TALES OF OLD BIG SANDY: The Haunted Toilets of Main Street
Old-timers (and, let's face it, at age 63 I now qualify as such) will always tell you that things were "different" back in the old days – different meaning bigger, better, simpler, etc. Along those li...
"Puddlemania" Hits Big Sandy: Enigma? Intrigue? Or Just A Little Leftover Rain?
Cities and towns across America lay claim to landmarks as signatures of their identity. Most anywhere you travel, large or small, has a few. New York City has the Empire State Building (among...
