I moved to Paris, France, in April 1985. It was cold, and the people were anything but warm. Getting anything done was a chore because people weren't interested in getting anything done, they stopped whatever they were doing between noon and two in the afternoon, they closed on Mondays, and they generally don't like anyone … Continue reading Who is the Little Guy?
Chapter 1 Rifling blindly through the real estate section of the Kingston Freeman, Earl Rayburn picked up the phone on the half-ring. "Kingston Realty," he said, his voice deep and pebbly, pushing his butt deeper into his swivel-back chair and propping his feet on his son Spencer's desk. "Mr. Rayburn?" It was the excited voice … Continue reading Bluelight – Preview
Here is what is irremediably, irredeemably, intrinsically wrong with the game of professional football: it is like the worst aspects of American life. Individuals are expected to sacrifice their bodies and minds for the benefit of the collective endeavor, just as office workers are expected to be team players, meaning that they should put the … Continue reading Football Players
