While I was writing, I was listening, exclusively, to the first two albums by The Band: Music From Big Pink and The Band. Something about those songs, utterly contemporary (even now, some forty years after their release), yet utterly timeless, put me in the perfect mindset for this story, set as ...
Hotel-sleep: one of the reasons I didn’t like to venture too far from home. “Hello,” I groaned into the phone, expecting it to be Jacqui. “Mr. Knox?” I sat up in bed at the sound of the strange voice. A man’s voice. And then it occurred to me that Jacqui would have called my cell. “Yes?” “It’s To...
There was a crowd near the front doors, news vans and cameras and screaming people, but none of them came near Cassie. There was no money in her hat, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Cassie wasn’t really trying, not anymore. She hadn’t even bothered to seed her hat with change, and she ...
“Hush little baby don’t say a word…” The weather had turned cold almost overnight, the late gales of November blowing icy off the strait, the last of the leaves clinging to the wet pavement, the trees skeletal against the gray sky. “Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird…” Simon had a nice voice. Ba...
Quite the opposite, in fact. Some would argue that I’m a hoarder, though I haven’t quite reached the stage where I might be featured on an exploitative television show. This makes me, in many ways, a bad Tramp. I’ve got decades’ worth of magazine articles, but do you think...