Alan’s 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 ...
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 ...
GO SEE THE EAGLES AT THE SPHERE
You won’t be sorry, I guarantee it!
The wife and I dove to Las Vegas for a wr...
A CASE FOR THE REAL GOAT
The Super Bowl is history and the Philadelphia Eagles are the world champs. Qua...
A BOX OF GOLD
It was the summer of 1970 when my cousin, Cub, managed to get a summer job hangi...
GRANDFUNK RAILROAD AND MY BROWN THUMB
Dad was at it again, at it irritated the bejesus out of me!
Way back in the e...
LIFE WITHOUT YOU
AS PUBLISHED IN HEMLOCK MAGAZINE
LIFE WITHOUT YOU
By Alan N Webber
I’m ...
A NIGHT TO SHINE
A WORTHY CAUSE BY THE TIM TEBOW FOUNDATION AND ...
BAH HUMBUG, IT’S A CHRISTMAS CAROL STORY
Nearly everybody knows A Christmas Story was written by Charles Dickens. And mos...
KINGS & SOLDIERS – THE STORY OF THE NUTCRACKER
Christmas is coming and with it the return of the nutcracker. I love seeing the ...
IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!
It’s that time of year and I’m giddy. No, I’m not talking about Thanksgiving or ...