It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in

I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl

You think it’s easy, embalming bodies in these nightmares I have every night, bodies a vulture

I’ll have to ask some preacher what if he comes when it’s inconvenient when I’m bowling or lifting a stein of lager

Being out of work during the holidays is twice as bad and twice that’s happened now to Wally Ballew

We’re all salmon swimming upstream until the job’s done. Some of us know it and some of us don’t.

She’s not young, his wife. They’ve been together 40 years but when she gardens in her shorts and he’s lying in his hammock she’… a lovely sight to see so when she

The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.

You can’t vote for him and you can’t vote for her and you can’t vote for the others you’ve never heard of. The others may not be as odd

One by one young nurses crisp in their white caps bring the old folks out crumpled in their wheelchairs from this towering building

Where I live the press says teen use of heroin is epidemic. I thought an epidemic was a widespread disease afflicting thousands caught in

It’s Rocky’s Diner but it’s Brenda’s counter, been that way for 10 years. Brenda has her regulars who want the Special of the Day.

Farmer John knows he’s old but didn’t think he was that old until he went to town one day and met a young lady he liked as much as he likes the corn

Elmer’s an old stag now shedding antlers snorting among the trees but sometimes Martha after her shower