The Glow of the Past
I love the sounds of words, probably the first reason…
Poem of Colored Lights
Christmas comes as a regular visit
From a magical being in…
Tantalizing Petesy
Petesy liked a small rod, easy to manage close to the pier. He…
Striking a Chord
The first intimations we got of the atmosphere in beer joints…
Goot Knew
The main thing that kept us boys in line at school was the threat…
Thanksgiving Rhyme for the Road
I remember having Thanksgiving dinner.
Once at a bus station…
S.O.S. Origins
Gene Laughter, an ex-lifeguard from the Fifties—nicknamed “Swink,”…
Hard-Core Cadre
SOS is in full swing in Myrtle Beach. The faithful and hardcore…
Hurricane Unanimity
As Irma approaches, I offer the observation that loosing everything…