Ramblings That Resonate
Step inside the mind of Alan N. Webber — where ink meets intensity, freight collides with fiction, and every blog offers a window into stories that don’t just entertain — they echo.
A SPACE IN TIME – Chapter 3
The fairly new Ford’s Theatre was decorated festively that April night, due larg...
A SPACE IN TIME – Chapter 2
Harry descended the stairs cautiously, the stranger’s footsteps echoing below hi...
A SPACE IN TIME
February 15th, 2026
— A Serialized Historical Novel
Chapter 1
It was go...
DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?
A Cold Winter Night in February of 1980
On Friday, February 22, 1980, I went ...
THE MAN IN BLACK & THE BOY FROM INDIANA
Good evening.
In 1964, a mother brought home a record. She put it on while sh...
SUPER BOWL SUNDAY SQUARES
The large-screen television was already on, waiting for the game to start, when ...
TRUCKIN’ & GOLFIN’
TRUCKIN’ & GOLFIN’
Charlie Quicksilver was an over-the-road truck driver,...
PROLOGUE TO “THE UNFORGIVEN”
The semi-trailer lay on its side, my trailer twisted like a broken spine, a pick...
THE BRIDE BACK IN GALVESTON
Pittsburgh Landing, Tennessee — April 7, 1862
Dispatch from Lieutenant Micah ...
THE SIMMONS SPIRIT SOCIETY
New Year’s Eve 2025…the belfry of the old Simmons mansion –
On a winter night...
MURPHY’S BOOKSTORE
Saturday morning, Harry Murphy awoke from a deep, untroubled sleep in his suburb...
WHO KNEW CHRISTMAS NEEDED GUITAR SOLOS
Ever hear of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra? Better yet—ever seen them live? Even ...
A FIELDING AVERAGE OF .000
The year was 1967. I remember it vividly, which is impressive, because I can’t r...
THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS OF A TRUCKER AT THANKSGIVING
I’m lying in the bunk of my Peterbilt listening to music loud enough to violate ...
Freedom Has a Price
I graduated from high school in 1975, just as America was winding down its invol...