The latest Lazy Allen story is up. It’s called Superheros. This is the 12th story in this group, which I’ve been working on for some time. When I began writing using the voice of Lazy Allen, I had a novel in mind. That led me… Read More
Here is Episode 1 of the 27th Street Podcast. It features an interview with Sheila Gregory in which we talk about Garden Walk Buffalo as well as Sheila’s web photo project called The Left Overs. The second segment is called Storytime which features a story… Read More
Here’s Count Basie with Little Jimmy Rushing (Mr. 5X5!) on vocals. Sent for you yesterday and here you come today. This tune rocks. Basie and Rushing were both favourites of my father’s. He’d say, “Listen to Basie’s piano, son, just listen”. He used to play… Read More
I was out walking the Rangers this evening – we were walking down the middle of the road because it was a little easier there than along the mostly un-cleared sidewalks. We were ambling along at a good pace until Memphis figured out I had… Read More
It was going to be a full flight. Almost all the seats at the gate were taken. The West Jet representative made an announcement – we were going to be flying in one of their newer aircraft, one that hasn’t been retrofitted with tv screens… Read More
A friend of mine asked me if these Storytime segments were true stories, and it called to mind a conversation I had with my father many years ago, one I’ll never forget. “Dad, is wrestling real?” “Of course it’s real, son. The guy who’s supposed… Read More
I left town on a road-trip just to get away, see the country, figure things out and I came back when the money ran out. I had an idea that I wanted to devote my energy to making paintings. I was starting from scratch, finding… Read More
It’s hard to know what to believe. His stories were incredibly fluid over the years, shifting and changing. Just imagine – a regular poker game in a back room of a funeral parlour, in the room where they stored the coffins. Chairs gathered around a… Read More
When I was a kid, nobody would catch a trout then release it. It just didn’t happen. We had albums of photos featuring various family members positioned beside a mess of dead fish. Believe me when I say our family killed a lot of fish.… Read More
Where does memory leave off and fiction take over? Some events from those summers at my father’s shop are crystal clear, like memory sign-posts. It’s that area between them which vexes me. I can no longer say for certain what really occurred. My father used… Read More
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