- Fort Walton Beach, Florida, U.S.
- November 25
- I am a journalist and the author of many works of fiction published professionally in the United States and abroad.
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April 21, 2014 04:29PM
- From done well to good enough
June 19, 2013 07:49PM
- OK, this place is failing. I'm
June 09, 2013 08:20PM
- Blame the media for gun
violence? I think not
January 19, 2013 05:16PM
- Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day?
I'm not appreciative
August 01, 2012 09:28PM
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June 23, 2013 07:15PM
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funny. Glad to find out I'm
October 08, 2012 08:41PM
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Friday night. About 9:30, late by my 54-year-old geezer reckoning. I am at Winn-Dixie buying a six-pack of beer. My plan is to go home, drink some of these beers, watch a horrible DVD purchased at discount from a local movie rental house which is going out of business because everybody is… Read full post »
For years I belonged to an organization called SND, the Society for News Design. I even wrote a column for their magazine, Design, for 12 years.
I remember discovering SND in the mid-1980s. I collected newspapers from around the country, newspapers I thought were well designed, like the Oregonian, th… Read full post »
Admit it. You're a vain little beeyotch.
You enjoy the spotlight. You want 15 years, not 15 minutes. You preen for the webcam, posture for the public eye, and pose for all those glassy-eyed mouth-breathers who sit behind their computers night after night in their ragged boxers and Cheeto-stained fla… Read full post »
I thank you all, fellow OSers, for your kind notes. I promise I will answer each and every one over the coming days.
This morning I went to work and when the meeting was called, I stood in the hallway outside the room. It was too crowded inside.
The short of… Read full post »
When I came home from work tonight I thought the worst thing I'd face was mounting weatherstripping around the front door.
That's before the telephone rang.
The weatherstripping was bad enough. "It just snaps in," they told me. Sure it does. After an hour I'd mounted one strip in… Read full post »
December 9, 1967. Fort Walton Beach, Fla. I was 12 years old and a seventh-grader at W.C. Pryor Junior High School.
It was a Saturday, atypically warm and muggy for this time of year and this part of Florida. When people think of "Florida" they see mouse ears, palm trees and South… Read full post »
I was invited to submit an essay to a book titled "Personal Demons," a fundraiser for author and editor Charles L. Grant, who was facing substantial medical bills. I wrote about my father, who died in 1998.
Dad had many flaws as a husband and parent, but he was my… Read full post »
Depressing, but it's my job. I work for a newspaper website and our visitors want death. Scandal, tragedy or perversion will do in a pinch but death is always the killer app for a multimedia information salesman.
People often malign journalists for being vultures… Read full post »
I doubt many people would care one way or another if "High School Musical" star Zac Efron suddenly announced he was gay - except 10 million screaming teenaged girls, who represent a significant cash-flow constituency of Efron's high-gloss life.
I guess that's why he keeps denying the ru… Read full post »
I didn't write this. I Googled for a source but couldn't find one, though I saw bloggers had posted it, as I, without attribution. While I can't vouch for its authenticity I thought it was interesting and agree with many of the findings. I have annotated each entry with my own thoughts… Read full post »
I live in a townhouse complex that has seen better days. It was built in the 1980s when townhouses were all the rage, but the years have not been kind to it. Wood planks that cover the exterior are warped and eaten through with rot and holes drilled by carpenter bees… Read full post »
I'm a guy ... last time I checked anyway. I like guy things. One
guy thing I don't like is NASCAR. I like the wrecks and fistfights,
but the race itself is boring.
I live in a southern state where the temperature rarely falls below freezing, unless you're a guy opening… Read full post »
Yesterday, and today, I was sick. Perhaps I'll be sick tomorrow.
I hope not. Tomorrow is payday. I'll need all my energy to spend
money. Spending money will be boring and I will suffer two more
weeks until it is payday again and I can spend again and be bored
Isn't… Read full post »
Today I got the Momster Emergency de Jour Call. It arrived at 11 a.m., a rare treat considering the phone usually rings after 9 on a Sunday night when the hardware stores are closed and I am working on my third beer. If it's any consolation I was in the shower… Read full post »
Today's Very Important Subject, which is sure to tilt the Earth
on its axis, is: cats.
I am not a "cat lover," and when I die no cat will inherit my millions. I don't have 20 or 30 of the beasts roaming my house, shitting in the washing machine, shedding plush pillows… Read full post »
Oh, such a venal beast. ...
It's a Thursday night, after work, about 11:30 p.m. The year is 1982. My girlfriend and I walk into a local joint called Chan's. Eyes turn. She's a gorgeous girl and I don't mind the guys staring so long as that's all they do. But… Read full post »
During the presidential debates both Barack Obama and John McCain referenced "greedy Wall Street" and mortgage companies, saying their excesses and failures ignited the current economic decline.
The excesses appear to be continuing as some of these houses will use taxpayer bailout money to pay execut… Read full post »
For a brief period in the mid-'90s I experienced a series of dreams which disturbed me. Dream interpretists would have had a field day.
In these dreams I was standing in water, or lying in water, and gazing at the sky. A commercial airliner would be crossing my field of view, on… Read full post »
My friend Mladen and I write a movie review for the local paper. Here's our recent review of "The Day the Earth Stood Still."
Movie Faceoff" is an occasional review of movies in theatrical release or new to DVD by former Daily News military affairs reporter Mladen Rudman and online editor… Read full post »
It was a sweltering spring afternoon in 1968 when I decided I to be a writer.
I was sitting in my sixth-period history class. The schools in Florida were not air-conditioned then; we opened the doors and windows and let the flies in. They adored our sweat.
Droning was Mr. Dobson, a boring… Read full post »
I haven't seen my friend Dale since we were in middle school. He's married now, to Danita, and I get a Christmas card from them every year. It just arrived today.
Danita included their e-mail address so I decided to write them a long, long note. This is what I wrote:… Read full post »
I had just graduated from high school and was not doing a lot of anything when my sister, who was a soup girl at a local Greek restaurant, told me they had an opening for a dishwasher.
Hmmm. It was only two weeks before the start of fall semester at the… Read full post »
It was like climbing out of bed to discover that sometime during the night the sun had come out, melting just enough of the snow to reveal something you thought you had lost.
In this case a magazine that featured articles.
Not factoids, text bites, or quick hits.
Actual, honest-to-God articles… Read full post »
This morning I took Pavlov to the vet and she had The Talk with me.
The Talk amounted to this: If at any moment after today I look into his eyes and decide he's had enough she would support my decision.
So. My old friend's life is in my hands.
My friend Denise believes I should get out of journalism. She thinks I could make it as a fiction writer.
Making it as a fiction writer has long been a dream for me. For the rest of the world it's been a nightmare, which is a crude way of saying… Read full post »