With the exceptions of self publishing my first novel and doing one book signing last summer at the Oswego Speedway, I haven’t done a heck of a lot that’s really made me feel like an author. That’s about to change in...
I get up to pee at least twice a night. Okay, so maybe that’s a tad personal right off the bat but I bring it up for a reason. I have a serious affliction sometimes referred to as monkey brain. If...
Way back in November, give or take, I may have said something about wanting to have a first draft of Parlor City Paradise, my second novel, completed by Christmas. I didn’t say which Christmas, and it now appears I’m shooting for...
There are plenty of reasons to attend mass of a Sunday morning. You might go for the spirituality, a sense of community, the coffee and donuts, obligation (see also guilt); or, you might attend simply for the music. There’s nothing quite...
I was in my first period art class when I learned John Lennon had been killed. That was December 9, 1980. He’d been gunned down outside his New York City apartment at approximately 10:50 the night before. Howard Cosell...
With the exception of last week’s post about an unwise wager, and one unfortunate incident involving Baltimore Orioles outfielder Adam Jones, a disgruntled San Francisco Giants fan and a banana, I haven’t blogged much about baseball. That’s because I have a...
