The Case of the Purloined Goldfish The call came in at 2:35 on a Friday afternoon. My partner and I were jawboning about the up and coming weekend. My partner, Carl Peterson, has been a detective for forty years or so, both as a cop and private. Me? My name’s Herbert Walker. I’ve been a […]
Rosewood is real. Google it. “The first I knew of any trouble was when my cousin Robie and me was playing out in the yard. A carload of white men came down the street. There was so many of ’em in the car they was spilling out, and they was all carrying guns. When they […]
I’ve been running against the wind most of my life. My mother died in childbirth. My father was shot and killed when he accidentally bumped into a drunk in the Alhambra Bar on New Year’s Day of 1886. I was ten years old at the time, and having no siblings or other relations, that left […]
Once upon a time movies were the premier form of entertainment in our land. There were no Netflix, no streaming from YouTube, no Hulu. Back in those prehistoric days, one man ruled over Hollywood. He was known as the “King,” much like—decades later—Elvis would be The King. But Elvis was the King of Rock and […]
My name is Andrew Joyce and I understand my dog Danny has been posting his ramblings here, on occasion. I’ve read one or two of them and I must tell you I am not pleased. You think it’s easy to live with that cute little hunk of fur. Yes, he’s cute and that’s the only […]
This one’s for Bob the Bitter Bluebird. No one is trying to kill me in this one. And as a side note: When this kind of stuff happens to you, it’s easy to remember every detail. But don’t ask me what kind of cereal I had for breakfast this morning because I couldn’t tell ya. […]
My name is Andrew Joyce. Ellis knew me as Billy. However, that’s another story. I’ve been asked to say a few words about Ellis. But what can I say that you don’t already know? He was one of the cheapest sons of bitches I ever ran into. But then again, he was one of the […]
I’d like to relay a little story of the time I had a beer with Kris Kristofferson … before he was famous. It was 1968; I was eighteen years old, and was hitchhiking from Miami to New York. I had gotten off the beaten track, so to speak. I should have stayed on US 301 […]
Once I saw this guy on a bridge about to jump. I said, “Don’t do it!” He said, “Nobody loves me.” I said, “God loves you. Do you believe in God?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “Are you a Christian or a Jew?” He said, “A Christian.” I said, “Me, too! Protestant or Catholic?” He […]
It’s said you have to walk that lonesome valley for yourself. Nobody else can go it for you. I was heading down trail—that long lonesome trail—intent on making my own way. I was once so lonely … I was once without you. I ain’t much for words. I’m just a hired hand, working for wages […]
Andrew Joyce 