JT EVERGREEN SHORT STORIES

Based on the lyrics from ‘Mr. Sandman’ By The Chordettes, 1954 “Who are you?” “I’m the Sandman.” “Oh, really. And what’s your first name pray tell?” “Pray tell? My first name is Clyde, and be very careful.” “Clyde Sandman? You’re kidding?” “Do I look like I’m kidding? Smart-ass.” “Cute. Are you ‘the’ Sandman?” “What do you mean by that?” “Are you the Sandman who can bring me the man of my dreams?” “Depends.” “On What?” “Can you sing: bung, bung, bung, bung…?” “Do I have to?” “No, just thought I’d ask.” “Who’s the smart-ass now?” “Hum, point taken. Now, let’s get down to business.” “Yes, let’s.” “I’ve got a couple of gents lined up which may be of interest to you.” “Wonderful.” “Do they have to be the cutest that you’ve ever seen?” “That would be nice, but not necessary. But I don’t want one that looks like a mud fence.” “In the dark, does it matter?” “I have a photographic memory so, ye...

As told by Richard Tracy The last evening we were together found us sitting on the end of an old pier, our favorite meeting place. The clarity and brilliance of the full moon in the clear night sky made it seem so close you could reach out and touch it. Watching this heavenly body move silently across the horizon, we hardly said a word to one another. We had grown so close, words were no longer necessary Conor laughed when I reached out toward the moon, “I know. I was thinking the same thing.” “It seems so close.” He leaned back and lightly touched my back. I smiled and leaned back, resting my head on his abdomen. We had come of age together, doing all the foolish things kids do including experimenting with sex which included a good deal of laughter until the day arrived when we stopped laughing and realized something else was happening. You read about first loves … but when it actually happens to you, it’s like walking on the moon and wondering how you got the...