April 6, 2021 This can't be coincidence. Just when we're rediscovering Ernest Hemingway, who chronicled the Roaring 20s so memorably in "The Sun Also Rises," along comes a prediction that we're headed for a post-pandemic blowout that's already been dubbed the Roaring 2020s. At least we'll have legal booze, which no one did during Prohibition.… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Stay away from those boats!
Remember the band The Dead Milkmen? Even if you weren't around in their heyday, you've probably heard the joke and urban legend that gave rise to the name. Only what if it wasn't just a joke? Did your placid suburban neighborhood have a Lothario prowling the streets at dawn, delivering more than milk and cottage… Continue reading Another new short story!
September 1, 2020 While this blog keeps me busy and helps me cope with the pandemic, I also write fiction. I recently turned out a story called "High Tide," which is about the virus, beaches, life, and most of all, love. It's just been published by the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Click on… Continue reading A pandemic diary: My new short story
July 7, 2020 You had the perfect Fourth. Everything was great – the beach, the weather, the fireworks, and most of all, just hanging out and being normal again. You’d almost gotten used to the six-foot bullshit, and the mask when you absolutely had to, but no more. From now on you're free. Just like… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Independence
March 25, 2020 I’ve hardly been out of the condo for three weeks. Except for my wife, my last offline human interaction was five days ago with a grocery clerk. Every time I wash my hands, which is often, I feel like Lady MacBeth: "Out, damned spot! Out, I say!" But I know I’m one… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Lessons from the last world war
Being a writer takes purpose, a thick skin, and not least, concentration. To produce pages, I need to tune out the world and stay in the moment, focused on the story and absolutely nothing else. It makes me appreciate my grandmother’s favorite saying: “One thing at a time, and that done well, is a very… Continue reading Do not operate heavy equipment while reading this post
So you made it through the holiday. Congrats, but don’t stay happy for long! Seeing as how you’re a Real American, it’s time to shed the mindset of celebration and take up the mantle of guilt and self-improvement. New Year’s resolutions? Dude, like soooo last millennium! According to the poohbahs of pop-psych, what you need… Continue reading The kindness of non-strangers
I recently ran across one of those "copy and paste and play along" posts on Facebook, a list of questions to answer and share. This one was called "40 things about me," but I'm too busy to wade through the whole bunch, and I'm betting a lot of y'all would tune me out somewhere around… Continue reading 40 shades of Dave
A problem facing writers like myself is establishing an identity. It helps if one’s homeland conveys gravitas (which sounds cool even if it’s a buzzword) and by default plants you in the same ballpark with giants like William Faulkner and Eudora Welty. So by virtue of the fact that I’ve lived way down below the… Continue reading Southern overexposure
It’s official. We’re in a national crisis. You don’t have to take my word for it. Plenty of more authoritative authorities than your Uncle Grumpy have exposed the shocking truth: the White House can’t spell. In Washington, you know you’re in trouble when two big stories about your problem surface like enemy submarines on the… Continue reading A bad spell of whether