They were just standing there near my pump, looking like something from an earlier era of The West. Vests, belts, boots – all leather. Flannels, buckles, blue jeans – all faded. Hats, side-burns, mustaches – all huge. There was probably a sixshooter in there somewhere. There was probably a horse&saddle just over there. “Uh oh,”Continue reading “Latest from Book of Nothing: “Two Cowboys at an Arizona Gas Station during the Youknow…””
Sometimes Opening Day is in July and everyone wants to know why but the Gods of Baseball will not say sometimes they play to near empty stadiums bleacher mannequins and knock-off crowd hums locker rooms stocked with Purell drums sometimes the W.H.O. is on first masked baserunners steal second and third and the Toronto BlueContinue reading “Latest from Book of Baseball: “Sometimes Opening Day Is in July””
The old man at the New Mexico Econo Lodge front desk watched me closely as I went to get my complimentary breakfast. I’d just put a banana and a blueberry muffin on my plate and was about to go for the scrambled eggs and sausage. “Don’t touch those!” he suddenly shouted.