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Early into Kindergarten I was taken to the doctor and given an emergency examination. My parents had an urgency which, at the age of five, I had never sensed before. Our family physician wrote a prescription and sent us home. I remember thinking nothing of it until I was spoon fed this foul mixture and I gagged before swallowing it. Also, my folks woke me in the middle of the night to give me this...
Dear Readers,Sometimes I am proud of my writing. Other times I cringe when I post something, unsure of how it will be received. This time out, however, I have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that all of you will be appalled at what I offer here. This is a short story I wrote circa 1985, back in my very early twenties. This is the point in most writers' lives when they are so confident that they beli...
"So, how was your trip?" I've been hearing that a lot since I returned from my business trip to Nashville, Tennessee. I'd like to think that my co-workers missed my company and were glad to see me back; but, judging from the amount of work on my desk, and from the deluge of telephone calls for administrative support I've answered, it appears that I was missed for other reasons. My trip went well, b...
I heard a song the other day which reminded me of when I was a teenager. It's important to know the title of this tune and the band that played it; and, what's also interesting is that it made me recall a series of incidents which I find mystifying to this day. As I sat in the driveway of my home listening to that song the car radio, I flashed back to my days as a sixteen year old working in the to...
On December 20, 2006, I woke up at around five o'clock in the morning, one hour before I typically arise, and did something I never do that early in the day. I checked my e-mail. My inbox contained a message from a woman whom I only knew casually through my best friend and former partner in the police department. Her name is Denise, and my friend Stephen hired her to work in the shop he owned. I he...