Salesman of the Year

    The 2016 presidential primaries have scorched innumerable campaign trails across the nation, like so many well-meaning, patriotic arsonists. Fellow Southeastern Connecticutians might be excused from fully appreciating the quality and quantity of fireworks currently being set off in other parts of New England, upon distant New Hampshire and Massachusetts. Here, along the placid…

A Final Charge?

(the second chapter of Shell Games)   A Final Charge?   Glass Connors was standing mere feet from Bonnie Prince Charlie on the last battlefield of the Jacobite Scots the moment the earth collapsed upon them all, at Culloden, on April 16, 1746. He survived the day, and longer, to eventually become a small part…

“Don’t Look Now, the Universe is Laughing”

“Don’t Look Now, the Universe is Laughing” by Will Carlson At some point in our lives everyone meets at Starbucks.  It’s true.  In 1997 an experiment was conducted by Professor Maxwell Sloan of Loyola University to test his theory.  For five years at the college’s campus franchise two blocks away from his office Dr. Sloan…

On the Moon, and Out of Lemonade (Anything But Tranquil)

written March 2, 2006 This is me, trying to relax, unbinding my mind knotted, as my body is carried hither in yon upon the Atlantic Ocean, living cargo in a luxury naval frigate. Which makes me wonder: what do those already in a tropical paradise visualize to shake the wrinkles from their nerves? I might…

Shell Games

written February 2015   Shell Games Not many know this: Bonnie Prince Charlie’s heart, the slippery, pulsing piece of warm meat that propelled its perfumed, armored outer shell into leading the famous Scottish insurrection, now resides in a cathedral in Frascati, Italy. It happens to be in Italy and not Scotland because in 1746 the…

Transactions

written February 2015 Transactions What Axel Landon’s birth certificate, dated July 4, 1876, did not say, was that its existence , as well as Axel’s, was the result of a fifteen minute ya’tun between Jackson Landon and pretty, butter scotch-haired Sylvia Morton, Pinefield’s lone, sixteen-year old prostitute. The miracle of life. If the Pinefield Town…

“Of Mice and Flowers”

* A revisit to Flowers for Algernon, one of my favorite novels, from a slightly different perspective. bookriport 1  martch 5   Iam so luky my rabits foot must realy be working. Not only am I mabe going to get an opurashun to make me smart but Miss Kinnian is helping me with speshul school…