Mount St. Helens blew its top, the Miami Liberty City riots, and this story all took place between a Friday afternoon and a Sunday morning in May of 1980. I had just moved my business offices to a new location, a strip shopping center. The place had about ten stores set up for retail businesses […]
I posted this a day or so ago. Then I woke up in the middle of the night (2:09 a.m.) and said to myself: “What the fuck! Too much personal information.” So, I deleted it. Then I had three margaritas at lunch today and again said, “What the fuck.” Notice, no exclamation point this time. […]
I originally posted this on Chris the Story Reading Ape’s Blog about 100 years ago. “The woods are lovely, dark and deep,” said the poet so many lifetimes ago. He was right; they are lovely. I venture into them as often as possible. I have a few hidden spots known only to me. Places where […]
Andrew Joyce 