One of the aspects of my second iteration with the Town Crier that I have appreciated is the increased photography.
The utterance by one coffee-shop denizen, “What’s with all these people and babies?” hit me like an errant squash ball.
I forgot the when, or the why, but some hotshot sent me a vitriolic message, taking great umbrage with my taste in music.
In the past year, I’ve come to recognize what immortality really is.
James Herbert, Richard Matheson, Rick Hautala, Vince Flynn, Jack Vance, and lastly Elmore Leonard have one thing in common: they stopped bashing at the keyboard […]
Over five years ago, when I was moving in with my fiancee, I offloaded two-thirds of my book collection.
A few years back I was interested in applying for the Atkinson Fellowship in Public Policy award.
The challenge is on.
It took me five months to upload music from the 700 + CD collection I own.
What freaks out a culture that is desensitized?