by pod | Mar 13, 2026 | Signal Drift
The climb up Nottingham Ridge wasn’t a hike—it was a mechanical assault. Bill had the “Beetle Bomb” in low gear, the sunset-orange paint job of the modified 4×4 caked in fresh Driftless mud as the oversized tires clawed at the incline. Every time the...
by pod | Jul 11, 2025 | Signal Drift
The Viroqua Public Library hadn’t seen this much action since the days of book fairs and school field trips. The town square around it was alive with murmured conversations, clinking coffee mugs, and the unmistakable tension of people trying to make sense of a world...
by pod | Jul 4, 2025 | Signal Drift
The last voice faded into static, the kind that makes your skin itch if you listen too long. Cronauer leaned back, rubbing his eyes. No one in the room said a word for a moment. Then the hiss of the radio snapped off with a click. “Well,” Dave said slowly, “that was...
by pod | Jun 27, 2025 | Signal Drift
Cronauer didn’t remember falling asleep — again. First the dream that sent him walking into the night, now this. He’d only meant to sit for a few minutes on the floor of the transmitter shack, let the hum of the gear settle his nerves. Instead, he’d gone under —...
by pod | Jun 20, 2025 | Signal Drift
He didn’t remember falling asleep. But sometime in the middle of the night, the past came knocking. They were in the backyard again — her mother’s place — sitting cross-legged on an old patchwork blanket under the sagging maple tree. The sun was warm, late summer,...
by pod | Jun 13, 2025 | Signal Drift
The sky had been gray all morning — a cold, overcast ceiling that matched the weight in Cronauer’s chest. But just as Bill let out a wild, “YEEHAW!” and slammed the Beetle Bomb into the side of the wrecked tractor, the clouds cracked open. A golden shaft of sunlight...
