Hold your breath

A man walks into a bar, shadily dressed in a trench coat with the collar pulled up and a fedora pulled down over his face. A livid scar runs down his cheek, and his two tone shoes are dangerously polished. In his hands he's carrying an accordion case. The bar falls completely silent. All of … Continue reading Hold your breath

It’s not rocket science

This is the post I was originally planning on posting today, when the Henpecked post began flowing through me first. (Gotta take those teaching moments when they arise.) So please enjoy this one too! I remember exactly where I was on July 20, 1969. We were all gathered in the living room of my Aunt … Continue reading It’s not rocket science