If you read my blog titled “The 48 Laws of Power,” I had palmed the dime it cost to ride the city RTS Bus to school. Now, I had that dime and the dime for the ride home. I very seldom took the bus home. All I did was follow…

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. And more SHIT, written with great care, all over the grey concrete block walls down where maintenance worked out of. I must’ve heard it from the older kids. They had filthy mouths…I think. …

It’s Christmas Eve and it’s a cold one. There’s a man alone, divorced and apart from his kids….and he’s restless. And he needs a drink. He wanders the streets but everything’s closed, even the bars. It’s late as he makes his way home but just before he gets to his…

No, I’m not talking about Robert Greene’s book, “The 48 Laws of Power.” I’ve read that book and I’d recommend it to anyone who wants a better understanding of how the world works. I only wished I had read it when I was eight years old. …

I was born in 1955, a baby boomer. I was the second born. My sister Wendy was born three years earlier and my sister JoAnn was born in 56. I was the only boy and the middle child. Kathleen wasn’t born until 1965, two years after we moved out to…

They say that if you remember the 60’s, you weren’t there. You could make the same argument for the 70’s, in my opinion. I was never considered a heavy drinker by any means but if there was ever a period that I over indulged, it was the 70’s. …

Later that summer of 74, I was working at Flags and….wait, let’s back up, errr, go forward in time. Today, November fifth, 2022, I was sitting at Flags with my friend Pat Fink. …

Its spring 1974 and I’m nineteen. I had always wanted to work at Flaherty’s but since I was barred for life that kinda put a damper on that idea. Now that I was resurrected and back in Tim’s good graces, I was intent on making that happen. Dan Flaherty was…