Ninety minutes of misery that's how I had determined to classify the concert as the first half wound down to the intermission. My wif...

I came across a series of three lighthearted articles I wrote a few years ago when I was in a production of  Dial M for Murder at the comm...

Earlier this week between writing and working and mowing and etc, I wedged an episode of Combat! into my schedule. I also caught about 22 m...

James II Stewart, King of Scotland, may be my 13th great grandfather. I'm considering returning to the old country to reclaim the thr...

Stories from the stock photo folder. It's Twilight Zone meets Mayberry . I don't know who put this picture together but it mu...

The dark, quadrangular oculus* bid me welcome this week and sought to entertain me with stories both dark and fey. I accepted the challenge...

I don't know where I found this, but Halloween time seems like a good time to use it. I'm not sure if it was a photo taken at a ...

I don't remember where I found this, but it is my favorite rendition of the Enterprise. This conception screams 1966 Corvette Stingray, ...

Before the irregularly scheduled episode of Combat! , a few words from a book I'm reading. Just because I may not agree with the stateme...

The Craftsman war machine has terminated negotiations. The tips of the tall grass wave jubilantly in the wind, defiant, unyielding, uncut an...