LL: More on this story as it develops.

BC: Louie doesn't have the best luck when it comes to nurturing small creatures--not even lighting bugs, worms, or goldfish.

LL: "What a day..."

The morning the great white came to Rockport, my best friend and I were sticking our fingers into the coin returns of every pay phone in town.

BC: Winning the Walthorne Way

LL: Maybe Helen had been pinging for a long time, waiting for one of us to join her below the waves.

LN: "Well," I say, and I squeeze my dad's shoulder, "once upon a time, there was a girl and her dad."

BC: Five years.

BC: Need a hero?

FL: In the laundry basket on the kitchen floor was a lump.

FL: I'm going to tell you a secret: being a troubadour kind of stinks.

BC: Dear Marcus...

There were big days and there were small days and there were bad days and there were good days and I suppose I could pick any one of 'em for my "once upon a time."