On a lovely, hot, late-summer Sunday afternoon Brian Loughran had a heart attack. It was August 9, 2009, and he was spending the day with his dear friend, Pat Murphy. It was quick. Brian always said

    On July 13, 1979 my life changed, and many of you were part of it.

 

    It was hot, of course, as I left a tiny little place in central Illinois called Little America.  I had 58 cents in my pocket so I

    To say that we must, as a nation, look forward and forgo prosecution of the international and domestic crimes committed by George W. Bush and his administration while using and abusing the resources

I wrote that.

 

I learned that philosophy sitting on the side of the road outside Mendosa, Illinois on the side of highway 78 at 3 in the morning in a fog bank.  Hitch-hiking.

 

It was a good thing to

In the Tarantino movie, “True Romance”, Christian Slater, a slightly deranged player caught in a crazed cocaine game, talks to Elvis in the mirror in moments of indecision or confusion. O.k., it’s rea