Red Tin Noodles

“God always comes in through the side door if he bothers to show up at all ,” said the tired old grey haired bartender, one day late December, after a mild fall. “He sits on … Read more

The ghost of mediocrity is out bowling for dollars. Ten pins, he wins, the counter spins, he flies around and hollers. The game is just a sidelight. He should really be asleep. But smashing wood … Read more

Those who knew miss Dickinson Were of one mind: she was no fun. Her talk of death would get one down. But Amherst was a party town. And that strange woman dressed in white Would … Read more