The bee sting and the Bowie knife…

“Look, Tim, he’s putting on his rubber bands.” Casey watched Mr. Beasley. The only protection Mr. Beasley wore were rubber bands around the cuffs of his long sleeves. “Ya know, Tim, no matter how many times I watch him with those bees, it still seems like some kind of...

A really, really, bad case of the stupids…

“Ya know, PJ, you can only play so many board games, put together so many puzzles, and lose so many games of checkers to Grammy, before a body finally gets a bad case of the mischiefs,” Casey said. “What a perfect night to tell ghost stories.” “Yeah, Casey,” PJ...