Back in the 70’s, my little sister was horsing around and got her head stuck in a turnstile, at the Continue reading
Tales from a smalltown boy’s troubled life growing up in a lakeside town that they forgot to burn down. Misunderstood, pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy, I was the one that they’d talk about around town as they put me down.
As the fog lifts from the conservative back waters of Lake Huron, absurdly humorous details of small town life shine through – a beacon to fellow weary travelers, tired of swimming upstream against resistance to change and a stifling lack of creativity.
Truth and facts combine. Names have been changed to protect the innocence and cleverly conceal gaping holes in my memory.
In a recent issue of Fortean Times (recommended reading), I learnt that Mitch Winehouse claims Amy Winehouse’s ghost returns to Continue reading
When I was young, I couldn’t skate to save my life. If polar bears were chasing me across the ice, Continue reading
Episode 3: Mystery at the Old Town Dump This is about more things I saw down by the bank. Here Continue reading
People were coming and going. What was the big idea? They were everywhere! Don’t stand in a doorway and talk! Continue reading
Episode 2: The Stuff This is about things I saw down by the bank. I threatened a series, so here Continue reading
Early one morning, I was awakened by an unwelcome call. On the other end of the line, an impatient male Continue reading
Recently, I was in a large bookstore and had to urinate. I decided to find the washroom, rather than let Continue reading