Mer Rouge (Part 55)
The gravel road was about a hundred yards away. It’s entry point was guarded by a half dozen deputies. DuPont lowered the binoculars and radioed to Chaz. “Stand by,” he ordered. Hidden in the treeline, the priest threw on his camouflage smock. “Is that standard issue in the Orthodox Church?” Oren asked him. The priest…
Stories No One Should Read
Sorry folks. Been sick all week. Sick of this SHIT that is. Sick of this summer heat! That is until I got a phone call. I cleared my throat and picked up my old rotary phone. “Hello?” I answered. “May I ask the name of the asshole calling me?” “Uhh, hello,” the voice said. “Is…
Mer Rouge (Part 54)
The two deputies sat on foldout chairs and whittled away at small sticks with their pocketknives to pass the time. It was almost midday. While the sun cast down an intolerable heat, one reached into an old Coleman cooler then dug through the ice. He pulled out a Miller then cracked it open and drank.…
Mer Rouge (Part 53)
The deputy stuffed the contents back into the billfold and placed it where he found it. Dirk finished his business with the other deputies and strolled back to the cruiser. He opened the door, hiked up his pants, and plopped down in the driver’s seat. He noticed that he left his wallet in the car.…
The odyssey
I had an existential crisis after watching The Odyssey. The film was good—if not great—don’t get me wrong. But I kept finding flaws: Tom Holland was boring; the story ends 20 minutes after its emotional climax; some of the back stories were difficult to follow; where the hell was Logan “Not Tom Hardy” Marshall-Green? Etc…
Mer Rouge (Part 52)
He sulked in the passenger’s seat. Dirk didn’t say a word to him as they rolled around the large country ranch dotted up with flame retardant grass. He reckoned every sheriffs deputy was on site. But Morehouse parish was safe. It was Sunday. The time for crime wasn’t today unless it was an attack on…
Pain before pleasure
So maybe I get a lot of sideways looks when people learn I’m an LA Chargers fan. Some might call me crazy for investing in a fourth-tier Scottish football club. But I have my own practices to sports patronage. And these practices are perhaps totally antithetical to the American way. They say that Americans abhor…
Bully Wee
Are you anything like me? Too old? Too lazy? And too crotchety to pick up new interests and hobbies? Well I have the perfect solution for you! It’s not testosterone replacement therapy. Nor is it psychiatric therapy for clinical depression! It’s buying ownership in a sports club on the other side of the planet! For…
Mer Rouge (Part 51)
The eunuch stood with his large hands and arms folded. His golden robes sparkling in the candlelit room. Dirk observed him. “The Judge is disappointed,“ the eunuch said. “It’s an entire sheriff’s department against a few men,” Dirk told him. “Their poor decisions could lead them here.” “We’ll find them before they do.” The judge…
Sam
The lord giveth. The lord taketh away. First he gave by taking away Lindsey Graham. Now he takes by bringing to heaven Sam Neill. These things never get easier. Watching your childhood heroes die. From Omen III to Event Horizon. From the Piano to Jurassic World Dominion. He’ll forever remain in the air of our…
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