CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

The Noun And The Verb

The owner showed me into the basement of a house that I was interested in renting. As we descended the steps, she pointed out a wooden sculpture of a Mallard, telling me that the previous tenant had left the bird there as a warning to tall people to bend their … Read More

To My Unknown Friend

“How did you let this happen to you?” The kindly worker at the Post Office near Shortridge and 10th streets smiled at me and turned away, chuckling under her breath. I had visited the station earlier in the day and a series of unfortunate incidents had made it necessary for … Read More

Hop-A-Long

This column first appeared in May 2018. Crossing a busy street, I got trapped in the center lane by the rush of cars on both sides of me. I waited in the middle, looking for opportunities to complete my passage. One car slowed, stopped; a man waved at me, inviting … Read More

Like Water For Dogs

From my front-room window I could see the old black dog as it stopped to lap water from the bowls at the edge of my lawn. Kobe was at the end of a short leash, which was controlled by his owner. I was glad to see the two of them. … Read More

Trash Man

My granddaughter Myah was sitting with me in the great chair her mother had bought for me, slowly unwrapping a Reese’s miniature peanut butter cup, the chocolate that is one of our indulgences. We were watching a YouTube Kids’ video on my iPad, and 4.10-year-old Myah, without looking at me, … Read More