The skull called the meeting. But the committee members, they’re all gone now. Gone is the Elvis Is Alive Museum on I-70. The campfire is consumed. And Stubby the squirrel bit the pavement, I suspect, many years ago. These images … Read More
Aerial Ballet
She was young and impressionable. So I talked her off her limb and she demonstrated that she knew how to fish. She danced and dove, swerved and tumbled, and relished in her onlooker’s delight. Or so I believe. Her parents … Read More
Warp Speed.
Back before the Civil War, cattle had to get used to a new sound. Every day a four-horse stagecoach ran the fertile Missouri river bottoms, clattering along a bit of modern technology for the time: an oak plank road. This … Read More
Did Billy the Kid really light his farts?
After a day of snake charming, we returned to a favorite watering hole, La Posta in Las Cruces, New Mexico, a relic from the Butterfield Trail. Pancho Villa, Billy the Kid & Kit Carson passed through here. Good salsa. Hot … Read More
I’ll Never Go
Johnnie’s Bar has been serving whiskey in downtown St. James since the Irish laborers built the railroad through here. Even from the outside, Johnnie’s looks foreboding, with its big neon Stag Beer sign over a doorway into cold, smoky darkness. … Read More
Tighten Up
It’s tough when everybody wants a piece of you. It might be because you’re pretty, or rich. It might be because you’ve left a trail of bad deeds. But it’s especially tough when people want you just because of your … Read More
Spinal Flap.
Two agonizing pages into The House of the Seven Gables, the spine on my book fell off. Should I keep reading? The book itself was old and brittle, stiff as its author’s language. But I kept reading, whereupon from the … Read More
Johnny and Elvis
It was late Friday when Jack the tow truck driver dumped Erifnus and me. Handshake and Jack was gone. University Garage had an alternator waiting, and slapped it on in minutes. On the way home we heard a radio wag … Read More
Scariest Cave Names Ever
Caves are fissures where evil seeps. And some of these must’ve been named by people who were scared shitless. In Texas, don’t stumble into Toad Frog Falling Floor Fissure, Left In a Lurch Cave, Coon Crap Cave, Putrid Pit, and … Read More