"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, November 2, 2018, 9:56 a.m. Election Day is Tuesday, and I can’t remember the last time I ate a McRibs. I don’t think there is any relation between elections and McRibs except that both are being enthusiastically advertised. The best meal I’ve had in the week to date was a hamburger …
Continue reading Things that Are Close and Things that Are Far Away
At least a dozen people today have told me they’re glad it’s about to be over, but it won’t be. The division of this country is at its peak. It won’t just stop when a president is determined. Oh, no. The losers are going to try to get the winners impeached. Maybe I’ve just been …
I've written four novels and a collection of short stories. I've also written a number of books about sports, mostly about NASCAR. You can find most of them here. The Kindle versions of my books, where available, can be found above. Links below are to print editions. I've written a crime novel about the …
Continue reading Last Night I Saw Ghosts in the Flags Behind Trump
I don't know what to make of this election. Somehow the voters of the two major parties managed to spend two years narrowing down the respective fields to the candidates whom they like the least. That's democracy in action. I'm voting for Hillary Clinton, of course. If I vote for Donald Trump, I might as …
Tuesday was another walking contradiction, particularly since I didn't do much walking. I'd been paying attention to really important matters on Monday -- a rained-out stock car race about which the Bleacher Report pays me to write, college baseball regionals, general early-week angst -- and the grass needed cutting, and I'd spent Tuesday morning writing about …
Continue reading She Said, ‘Mama, Got a Note Here from the Harper Valley PTA’
Nightrider's Lament 