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.
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...
THE LAST DAYS OF DOC HOLLIDAY
An historical story of fiction
November 7th, 1887 –Glenwood Springs, Colo...
THE LUCK OF THE SLICE
What Cancer Taught Me About Perspective
For the past few years, I’ve known ab...
A PIGRIMAGE TO WHISTLING STRAITS
A couple of weeks ago, a group of us made a pilgrimage north to Kohler, Wisconsi...
THE BALLGAME BEHIND THE SCHOOL – WHEN LIFE WAS SIMPLER
As you get older, your memory starts to fade. I can’t tell you what I had for di...
MODERN BILLIONAIRES AND ANCIENT TRILLIONS
Musk’s staggering fortune pales in comparison historically.
For the record, a...
THE GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Morning seeps through the slit of sky and turns the cell that familiar shade of ...
THE DARK SIDE OF PINK
It’s a rainy Monday morning, and I’ve got my personal collection of Pink Floyd q...
WELCOME TO CLUB 27
I plunged the needle into my vein, surprised how easy it was considering that:
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