Short Stories
OUR TRIP TO THE BRITISH ISLES (in case you remotely had any interest)
Me and the Squeeze Doing the Abbey Road Walk – outside of Abbey Studios. …all the Royal BS doesn’t impress me that much, a rant for another day. The wife and I…
ODE TO AN OLIVE
Greetings from cold and rainy Kirkwall, Scotland, at the northern tip of Great Britain. The wife and I are on a cruise for our wedding anniversary. Forty-four years after pleading her to marry me,…
A Space in Time – (2025 updated version)
As dusk descended over the Arizona desert, daylight dissolved and the heat melted into the asphalt of Interstate 10. Hours on the old Harley, nonstop from San Diego, had left my knees barking against…
THIS COCKNEY SPARROW KNOWS NOT JACK
There are more than likely more victims What real life bloke ‘as ‘ad an untold amount of tabloid articles and opinions, 27 butcher ‘ooks, 19 movies, and 3 telly shows about the…
SUMMER OF ’69
Chris and I had just finished another arduous pop bottle run. We were now comfortably lounging on a stack of newspapers on the bottom shelf of the magazine rack at Hansen’s Variety Store. Little…
FROM HELL
Chelsea, England, July 1897 As for myself, I should have never written that infernal tale. At times, I fear God hath forsaken me for having unleashed that hellish beast into this world. The…
RITA HAYWORTH & THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION
“Andy came to Shawshank Prison in early 1947 for murdering his wife and the fella she was bangin’.“ That was the famous line spoken by Morgan Freeman, aka Ellis “Red” Redman in the movie…
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