CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

Peace Train

March 8, 2018 | by CJ Woods III

Driving south on Arlington Avenue one day, I paused before the lowered arms and flashing lights north of Massachusetts Avenue. A train was passing and we drivers had to stand and wait. I’ve written before of the emergence of my Mr. Hyde personality when in my car, but I have … Read More

Coffee With a Cop

March 1, 2018 | by CJ Woods III

“Not gonna be much criminal activity around here,” I muttered to myself as I gingerly maneuvered my car into a parking space between two Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department cruisers. I had already passed about a half-dozen of the white patrol cars on East Washington Street, Johnson Avenue and Ritter. I … Read More

Don’t Touch Anything

February 22, 2018 | by CJ Woods III

“What are you allowed to touch in the bathroom?” My daughter was querying my granddaughter, reviewing the “Rules For the Usage of Public Restrooms.” Imani promptly answered her mother: “The toilet paper.” I laughed, then cringed, for I had damaged my daughter’s approach to public johns, and by extension, the … Read More

My Left Foot

February 15, 2018 | by CJ Woods III

When I was a teen, I leapt and gamboled as if I were a young colt; I ran for the pure joy of it, and showed off my springs by jumping up to slap street signs. One day while on the way home from visiting with my cousins, I leaped … Read More

Me and Lena

February 8, 2018 | by CJ Woods III

“The Lena Horne stamp is out,” the woman serving me at the counter of the Post Office said. I had come to purchase “The Snowy Day,” a special stamp offered by the Post Office. The clerk’s co-worker interjected that the Lena Horne stamp would not be available until the next … Read More