The following is a work of fiction. Frankie used to refer to the Shady Acres as The Short Timers club. Each person there was not far from a game-ending heart attack or stroke. Frankie had developed an uncanny ability to foresee who was on the verge. Or maybe […]
The following is a work of fiction. I only once saw Frankie emotionally shaken, and it didn’t alter my respect for him; in fact, it reinforced it. We got to talking about a friend of his he’d lost during the war. The guy’s name was Joe Stern, a […]
This is the first substantial bit of writing I’ve done in over a week. That’s unusual for me. I have a habit of writing every day. Many days, I only write to myself or to God, but I always write. For more than a week, my brain’s been […]
I thought you were sleeping. It seems silly now, but you must understand, when one sees a person slumped over inside a parked car, the most reasonable conclusion is rarely that the person slumped over is dead. It was the lights from the dashboard that caught my eye. […]
I just polished off the debut novel by blogging superstar, Carrie Rubin. It was out of my grand appreciation for Carrie and her humor blog that I chose to delve into “The Seneca Scourge” right off the heels of finishing Stephen King’s “The Stand”. How many novels about […]
A couple weeks ago marked the 20th year since 24-year-old adventurer, Chris McCandless, died of starvation in the Alaska wilderness. By pure coincidence, I happened to pull up from my Netflix queue the 2007 film “Into The Wild”, which tells the story of Chris’s last couple years on […]
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