Short Stories
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 ho...
50 YEARS LATER
The Clifton Central High School Class of 1975 held its 50th reunion last weekend...
GOOD VIBRATIONS – THE BEACH BOYS STORY
As many know, Brian Wilson passed away a few weeks ago at the age of 82. He was ...