Since Lion’s Gate, I’ve done my best to hold my tongue. My anger is such that I could alienate everyone I know in person and online. And this goes for writing what I know, what I think, and how I feel. We are in a world of betrayal, and less than half of us realize…

Wilford Green had three things that caused him to stand out, and one of those things he only recently acquired. Better known as Willy, he was born with a tuft of bright red hair. And as he grew into adulthood, he became known for his love of practical jokes and being a smart ass. Half…

There are many things I could write about yesterday’s events at Mar-a-Lago. But none of it would be effective or worthwhile. Pointing out errors, correcting inerudite, unfounded statements, and replacing them with facts and knowledge does no good. Being canceled, doxxed, and attacked are all the rewards one gets for such straightforward activity. No, I…

My Cousin Elmo says, “Life is less a box of chocolates and more a bag of mixed vegetables with freezer burn.”

Let’s cut to the chase about the “Inflation Reduction Act of 2022,” which the U.S. Senate passed today after a debate occurred at night and in the wee hours of the morning. Here are the numbers. 97.2 percent earning between $100K-$200K will see a tax increase 91.3 percent earning between $75K-$100K will see a tax…

My Cousin Elmo says, “One minute you’re young and have everything going for you, the next you’re old and turning down the car radio to see better.”

The noon-time siren had already sounded when I found my way to C Street, delivering the last of the Comstock Chronicles. I was on foot that Friday afternoon as Hot August Nights was in Virginia City for the weekend, and the street was full of classic cars and trucks. Leaving the Ponderosa Saloon, I paused…

Thank you to my friend, Paul Vincent Cannon, for the inspiration watching Sun Mountain witnessing a burning bush coffee has gone cold Noon had just passed, and a wind was blowing down the slopes of Sun Mountain. “Lets go have a cup of coffee,” Trevallions suggested, “we’ve got some talking to do.” “Seems to me…

“This can’t be all there is to my fucking life,” I think. “This is it?” I add. “A few more colorless years spent working, consuming media, doing hobbies that will never find a place in the sun.” “There is no ‘third act,’ no starring in a fantasy adventure, no gaining ‘Superpowers, no happily everafter,” I…