Short Stories
THE PHANTOM’S EPILOGUE
New York City, March 1920 I am dying – this time, I believe, for real. I have not left my chambers on the twelfth floor of the Chatsworth in Manhattan for several weeks…
Did Ruth Really Call His Shot? Grandpa Didn’t Think So
Recently, I came across a news feed about a Babe Ruth jersey that sold for an incredible $24.12 million. Apparently, it was the one he wore during the 1932 World Series game when he…
THOUGHTS ON TRUMP’S FIRST 100 DAYS IN OFFICE
As printed in the Washington Post My one-word verdict on President Donald Trump’s first 100 days: Spectacular! His agenda, and the speed with which he has pursued it, is like nothing I’ve…
RIZZO, THE FAT-HEADED CAT
Hey! I’m Rizzo, the magnificent male feline. Alan and Lady Dawn are my persons. Well, mostly Lady Dawn as she prepares my meals, gives me treats and scratches my head nearly every night when…
HARRY VARDON’S GOLF BAG
HARRY VARDON’S LONG LOST GOLF BAG June 19th, 1914, British Open, Prestwick Golf Club, South Ayrshire Scotland Tommy noticed Harry was winded. It was not because of the uncharacteristic near 90 degree…
WEBBER’S RAMBLINGS E017 – NO MERCY, NO QUARTER
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NO MERCY, NO QUARTER
His nose broke with that last punch, I could feel it. I also heard the sickening crunch. He had dropped his left hand just briefly and with lightning speed I hit him with my…
AN EVENING WITH THE DEAD
A few weeks ago, I told you about a visit to the Sphere to see the Eagles, as it was the greatest concert I had ever attended. I was wrong. This past weekend, a…
A DAY IN A TRUCKER’S LIFE – PART 2
It has been two months since I contemplated quitting my truck driver job with Saxon Brothers Trucking because a dispatcher tried to force me on a load to New York City and miss my…
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