When people disappear without a trace, when they vanish for all time’s sake, it is natural to assume the worst. Like on…
March 7, 1970.
I was 12 and there was a solar eclipse about to take place, not total where I lived in New Jersey, but 95% partial, which was not too far off from the whole wad. Enough of…
Yes John, I am only dancing. She turns me on… but I’m only dancing. So don’t get me wrong. Please…
Self-Publishing, POD (Print-on-Demand) Publishing, Indie Publishing, Traditional Publishing, Internet/Online Publishing… So many different kinds of publishing available these days, and while traditional…
Going to visit the past? Going to go back to 1963? Ok, if you must, but the best advice I can give is this — don’t draw attention…
There is a drawback to this massive proliferation of self-publishing, and it is one of my pet peeves with Outskirts, like companies, and even the POD providers like Amazon and Ingram. That is now the marketplace…
a bit o’ rock & roll trivia
“Now you’re messin’ wit’ a … a son of a bitch… yeah, you’re messin’ wit’ a … son of a bitch.”
You know the song, we all know the song. If you were a kid and you had the Love Hurts record on 45, and you played the flip…