Dronesville adventure #15: a feast appears from thin air!

After I posted the last episode of the Dronesville adventure, I received lots of guesses from my nerd pals of who the seven years old boy with unruly hair could be. Yes, most of them have guessed right. The young boy with a mop of unruly hair was me at seven. I lost my two…

Dronesville adventure #13: I try to fill in the blank (bird inside)

It’s Not This Time of Year Without… (bird inside) As I drive the aromatic flower tea van into Dronesville, I suddenly realize it’s thanksgiving night. I can smell the rich aromatic food through the open windows of the homes as I drive down the empty streets quietly. Ha ha, soon I shall be sitting at…