Short Stories
MY PERSONAL ODYSSEY
During an endocrinologist appointment in April ...
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 th...
A DAY IN A TRUCKER’S LIFE – PART 2
It has been two months since I contemplated quitting my truck driver job with Sa...
MORE TRAVAILS FROM CHEBANSE – ME & MY LONG LOST NEIGHBOR
I was raised in an old house in the middle of Chebanse Illinois in the early 60’...
LIFE’S BEEN GOOD
For my 68th birthday, the missus and I flew to ...