It was the summer of 1967, that's the closest I can come to a date. I had been back for Asia for about two weeks when my uncle called. "Hey Marty, what you gonna do tonight?" "Hell the same thing I have done every night since I got home. I'm gonna find a bar and try to get lucky." "Instead of doing that come over to the club." "Come on Uncle Deacon, The...
This editorial originally appeared under my real name in the newspapers I edit. The late historian William Manchester wasn't in the same class as David McCullough or others, but once in a while he would come up with some particularly good information. One example came in his never-finished biography of Winston Churchill, some years before he was thrust int...
Thursday was a flurry of activity, as preparations were made for Saturday's big event. Both girls called their friends to invite them to the party, and even enlisted some to help. I went into town to pick up supplies and a few special items. The caterer would take care of most of the party preparations, including food, tables, chairs, and drinks, but we stil...
When the young and ambitious Continental Congress of the United States signed the Northwestern Treaty in 1787, it opened up the lands west of the Ohio and Allegheny rivers to homesteading. The original thirteen colonies had felt the need to expand beyond the eastern coastal area, into the unexplored western lands. By boat or by land, settlers arrived at a sm...
If you want to find out more about Shannon Boyle and her many exploits, she and her buddy Gina feature in many of my stories: How to Be A Good Mentor, Chats in the Stairwell, The Norwegian Made Me Do It, Dylan Gets Luckier... just to name a few. Though, of course, this story stands alone. Enjoy! * * * I was still twitching my new bra into shape as I made...
Grace rolled over and hit the snooze on the alarm. Stretching, she rolled back and snuggled into Sean's arms, kissing his chest. He sleepily rolled into her and gave her a morning kiss on the lips as his hand lazily moved up and down her bare thigh and hip. "Morning, hot stuff," he mumbled through a smile. "Morning, stud," she murmured back, then, "Mmmm......
The young Chinese mother squeezed past me at the entrance in such a hurry that her tight ass cheeks literally rubbed across my groin. She had just dropped her son off at the club and seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. I watched the sway of her ass cheeks as she hurried down the sidewalk to her SUV. I couldn't help admiring her short leopard skin skirt...
This essay is the antidote to the mind-numbing horde of self-help gurus clogging up the best seller list with their recycled platitudes and hyphenated feel-good life-strategies. Have you ever known anyone who actually benefited from a self-help book (besides the author?) It's time to get real, folks. It's time to embrace a life-strategy that follows the path...
I lost the love of my life about a year ago after 40+ years of marriage---this is our story. I met Stacey shortly after I was discharged from the military--she was a department head at a local department store and I was applying for a job as a security guard(loss prevention) there. As the manager was giving me a tour of the store he introduced me to Stacey...
This is an autobiographical story, with just a few name changes, and maybe a few slight memory errors, as it has been a decade. The subject matter is decidedly dark, even by my standards, so you have been warned. I decided to put this down after a discussion in a comments forum. This is deliberately in present tense because that is the appropriate voice here...