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About steviereynolds

One summer when I worked as a time card clerk for Younkers department store, I ran across my personnel file. I found out that my high school principal, Father Scott, said I was "phlegmatic." Forty-five years later, I still wonder whether he meant self-possessed, calm, and unruffled or torpid, sluggish and indifferent. Frankly I don't remember having much to do with Father Scott. He's dead now so I've missed the chance to see where he actually stood. But thinking about it has kept me on my toes.

Waffle on the Wing

Port Aransas, Texas


A Cautionary Tail

If you drink too much scotch, you wake up with your stomach wandering around in your throat so you have to run down to the kitchen and mix baking soda with water and gulp it noisily over the sink. Your … Continue reading

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12 -13 -13

If I didn’t already have a birthday, I wouldn’t mind having this one. Today is the drawing for the really Big lottery. If you don’t have objections to gambling, it would probably be a good idea to rush out and … Continue reading


Between December and January

I went to the Sanibel Bookshop today. It’s a typical indie bookshop in an up-scale beach town: displays of hard-bound best-sellers, lots of local authors, a deftly-curated kid section and gifty things –coasters, stationary, candles and the like. The two … Continue reading

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I don’t know Florida

But I do know this: I’m going where the sun keeps shining Thru the pouring rain, Going where the weather suits my clothes. Backing off of the North East breeze Sailing on a summer breeze And skipping over the ocean … Continue reading

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You’re either in or you’re out

Some people love casseroles, some, decidedly don’t. I land squarely in the former. Witness what I just ate heartily in a rv park outside of Troy, Alabama: Truth be known, had I not tweaked this from the instructions on the … Continue reading

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Mistaken Identity

I have a huge pumpkin head that looks like Tim, my mailman. I don’t know if Tim thinks he looks like the pumpkin. It’s kind of a hard conversation to drift into. Hey, Tim how are ya? Yeah. Good, glad … Continue reading

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