Something similar, and almost as strange, had happened once before, back in the 1980s, when I was in my early fifties. I was sitting on a bench in[more...]
Tooki the Esquimau (he preferred that spelling—it was much more Continental than the other) knew everything. He knew, for instance, that polar bears[more...]
Jean, our daughter Melora, nine years old at the time, and I were fine that summer of 1969, but Jean’s oldest sister Nathalie, who like everyone else[more...]
A moment after he heard the insane laughter Weldon Rogers was picked up off his feet and hurled head-first into the solid oak door. He didn’t wake up[more...]
“The only reason I’m sitting here at all,” the silent man said at last, “is willpower.” We were sitting at the bar in Callahan’s a couple of days[more...]
