A collection of short stories.I dreamed dreams of days gone by, from the thirties to the present.Enjoy a few lines from some of the stories, and relish in your dreams of days gone by:Just beyond the pine grove, poised to pounce like a famished wolf, laid land-devouring suburbia. - The truck hit the water with a “WHOOSH,” and skipped twice like a flat rock. - God, I despised this man. - Moving through life like a clumsy visitor - "Grandpa, ain't you got no dirt?" - Now, beyond the boundary of familiarity without daytime rivers of sound and smell for guidance and bearing, confused, Ben momentarily ignored the touch of his cane. -The bullet in its flight penetrated the picture window of the Richter’s living room, shattered a lamp on the table inside the window, and lodged between Great Grandpa Richter’s eyes. - Lampert seemed to have the uncanny ability to belch or fart whenever he thought it would get a laugh.It was an ability that made him the envy of the neighborhood boys. - After that day I didn’t care much for God.