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SUPER BOWL SUNDAY SQUARES
The large-screen television was already on, waiting for the game to start, when ...
TRUCKIN’ & GOLFIN’
TRUCKIN’ & GOLFIN’
Charlie Quicksilver was an over-the-road truck driver,...
PROLOGUE TO “THE UNFORGIVEN”
The semi-trailer lay on its side, my trailer twisted like a broken spine, a pick...
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 ...
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...