Life in the Golden Years

The First Day of August dawns Cool; Cloudy As if a Shroud has been Pulled Across the Land August/Aoút/Agosto/’Aukake … Has come to town this year Wearing Unusual Apparel. ****** But near...

“Ay, there’s the rub.” Hamlet (III, i, 65-68) On the rare night that I dream, usually the dreams consist of completely nonsensical farces from which, when awakening, I only remember brief,...

ESCAPE FROM QUICK CREEK by Jim Banister It had stopped raining, but thunder still rumbled threateningly overhead.  Chad Roberts stepped out of the car and immediately sank to his ankles in...