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She arrived yesterday about noon in order to see her mother who is hospice. Seeing is a poor choice of words, I suppose. An eight-foot table is...
I've been operating under an alias. Eric Brown is actually Scott Laughlin. I can't blame Eric for these tales.
In 1952 I was not yet old enough to drive. Being stuck down on the farm, fifteen miles from Rich Hill complicated my social life. Fact is, I...
While reading The Winds of War, by Herman Wouk, I came across the description of Admiral Pug Henry rising from bed. It was 1939 and his first day...
I've kept a cursive journal for a long time. My choice of tools is a #2 yellow pencil. When I'm on a roll I often let the point get pretty dull. A...
At age eighteen, and fresh out of high school, I took a job on a high desert cattle ranch east of Bend, Oregon. It wasn't large as ranches go -...