Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, February 9, 2017, 11:24 a.m. All that I found questionable about Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep was how much it rains in Los Angeles. It was published in 1939. Perhaps it’s climate change. For a long time, I’ve wanted to read the masters of crime and mystery, principally Chandler and Dashiell …
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A Stroke of Smoke
Here’s the fourth episode of my latest short story. The first three, in order, were “Different Goals,” “A Taste for Mischief,” and “All Fall Down.” “Just in case you’re interested,” Charles Dough said over pizza at Leo’s New York Style, “this is the first time I’ve ever eaten pot brownies. Christian’s girlfriend went by some …
Scuppernongs and Muscadines, Part Two
Scuppernongs and muscadines / Bubble gum three for a dime / Orange Crush over ice / Sawmill gravy over rice / That’s the way / My world / Used to be. When Alan Reuss was a kid, a scuppernong vine stood at the edge of the front yard, just a few feet from the …
Latest Tale of the Wild, Wild South
I do a lot of sighing lately. It’s against the law, at least in most places, to smoke in bars. I’m okay with that. There’s a part of me that thinks it’s sort of strange that, in a place people come to drink, they can’t smoke. I’m sort of a “life is fatal” adherent. I …
Nightrider's Lament 