MURPHY’S BOOKSTORE
Saturday morning, Harry Murphy awoke from a deep, untroubled sleep in his suburb...
Short Stories
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...