Tim Jon
By Tim Jon One of my favorite memories of my Dad is watching him run from our family car to catch (on foot, guys!) and jump onto a departing Fire Truck; we’d just been to the local Dairy Queen for after-dinner ice-milk treats, when the fire whistle blew (this was decades before the pager, the…
By Tim Jon It didn’t look like it was closed for repair; the place appeared to be in suspended animation, commerce-wise – perhaps awaiting the machinery of real estate. The one “Live Bait” sign on a front window was outnumbered by several “No Trespassing” placards in prominent spots about the structure. The once-proud sign out…
By Tim Jon Yeah – it was those balconies that got me; no, I’m not simpering about losing my heart on Bourbon Street: I’m just going back, about 20 years or more, to the first time I walked into the courtyard area at Market Station in Downtown Leesburg. A group of ‘theatre people’ took that…
I have reached a conclusion: I definitely prefer the world as seen from within the Park’s boundaries to that of the ‘real’ outside. Perhaps one day, I shall just stay here. Having – literally – driven past the borders of Fireman’s Field Park in Purcellville hundreds of times (the local landmark lies between the Town’s…
By Tim Jon Not everyone likes surprises – I’ve come to find; perhaps ironically enough, I seem to actually enjoy change – even upheaval and turmoil – more and more as I advance in years. Now, having written quite a large number of stories in this series over the past decade and more, you can…
BY TIM JONIt’s imperative – it seems to me – that, as you head into a crossroads, you possess some type of knowledge or desire regarding your destination or chosen direction upon exiting this physical transition. I guess in simpler (Yogi Berra-inspired) terms – “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”…
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