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 in...
Short Stories
SO LONG TO NAMES OF MY YOUTH
Every year media publications run recaps of celebrities that passed away the pre...
MY PERSONAL ODYSSEY
During an endocrinologist appointment in April of 2024, I weighed a svelte 320 p...
RAY’S LAST PITCH
I stopped by the hospital one Saturday afternoon to sit with my grandfather, Ray...
THE PHANTOM’S EPILOGUE
New York City, March 1920
I am dying – this time, I believe, for real. I have...
RIZZO, THE FAT-HEADED CAT
Hey! I’m Rizzo, the magnificent male feline. Alan and Lady Dawn are my persons. ...
HARRY VARDON’S GOLF BAG
HARRY VARDON’S LONG LOST GOLF BAG
June 19th, 1914, British Open, Prestwick Go...
NO MERCY, NO QUARTER
His nose broke with that last punch, I could feel it. I also heard the sickening...
AN EVENING WITH THE DEAD
A few weeks ago, I told you about a visit to the Sphere to see the Eagles, as it...
A DAY IN A TRUCKER’S LIFE – PART 2
It has been two months since I contemplated quitting my truck driver job with Sa...