It happened every Sunday, down at the old courthouse. The courthouse was the scene of the last public execution in 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.
Early one morning, I was awakened by a desperate call. I was invited to a job interview, to be held Continue reading
Episode 2: The Stuff This is about things I saw down by the bank. I threatened a series, so here Continue reading
Episode 1: The Ties that Bind This is about things I saw down by the bank. It might become a 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
When I was young, I was an expert at digging tunnels in the snow. One winter, I dug a tunnel Continue reading
I carefully observed these Lovecraftian wonders worshipping the dying Sun and eldritch westerly winds that brought sustenance to their weird, Continue reading
The transmission was clear, but what I was seeing was not. “What is this?” my Grandmother asked, alarmed. She was Continue reading