On September 11, 2001, I was in Manhattan. Almost 3,000 people died there. I was moderately inconvenienced. And completely freaked out, but not in a way that mattered compared to the evacuees, the responders, the dead, the bereaved. It triggered some personal upheaval, but all of a philosophical nature. I was busy with work and … Continue reading A Visit with Father Mychal
Coming fall 2018 from Coral Press: my novel A Thousand Dances: A Novel of the British Blues Boom! Music, Mods, miniskirts, and mystery: Click here for more about the novel and its setting in the era when the Beatles hit the big time! Read the first chapter of A Thousand Dances! Sign up for email updates. Learn … Continue reading Coming Fall 2018: A THOUSAND DANCES!
An original story to Arthur Conan Doyle and E.W. Hornung, this form of flattery Click here for an e-reader friendly PDF. Watson It was the spring when all conversation turned to the cessation of hostilities for His Majesty’s forces in South Africa. All conversation, that is, except with my friend Sherlock Holmes, who had no … Continue reading His Friends and His Relations
Founding words of veganism in bite-sized chunks. I don't own these texts, nor am I stealing them. They're all available free to the public. (Plus a bit from here and here.) Thanks to today's Vegan Society for sharing this valuable resource with the world. Click on any square to get started.
The Anya Hindmarch store on Madison Avenue currently displays a Wombwell Menagerie cage, and I wonder if they know the history. Founded in 1807 England by George Wombwell, the traveling menagerie was perhaps the most successful enterprise of its kind outside the U.S., appearing three times before Queen Victoria. No surprise that Wombwell’s foundation was … Continue reading History on Mad: Wombwell’s Menagerie
Death is the Engine of Life: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Jesus, and How Reality Works.
So this morning I’m sitting in Central Park reading a book about Saint Francis of Assisi, and this little dude comes up to me. He’s wearing battered saffron robes and a hat. (Like this.) I’ve seen his type before and figure he may be about to ask me for a handout. Instead he bows and … Continue reading Spare Change