Author(s)

Deborah Weir

Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

2-26-2019

Abstract

Bob wasn't the only one with a real gun in our neighborhood; our next-door neighbor had one as well. Jim Driscoll worked on his black 1932 Packard sedan whenever he wasn't on the assembly line at the Ford plant. He loved that car more than his anything, and he kept it shined to a high-gloss finish. His garage was filled with tools for this hobby, so the car usually sat in the driveway. Bob and I didn't know that Mr. Driscoll owned a shotgun until the Great Pigeon War.

Keywords

Erma Bombeck, humor writing, Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop, University of Dayton


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