Something Special
Calvin was one of the good guys; at least that’s what the citizens of Rock Lake always said. He coached Little League, taught Sunday school, volunteered at the local animal shelter, and could be counted on 364 days a year to help any neighbor in need. His birthday was the exception, the one day of the year that he set aside for himself. This year was the big four-oh and he had something extra-special planned. While humming Happy birthday to me, Calvin fired up the chainsaw and then turned his attention to the whimpering Girl Scout tied to the chair.
