“Look at me, Paul. I’m not joking.” Paul clasped his elbows and looked into Remo’s stern countenance. The jowls and eyebrows bound a face of determination. “This is only short-term. My home has become a target for bricks and angry …
I’m always behind on the meme thing or whatever you call it. Still recovering from “All Your Base,” if you want to know the truth. Jesus. I’ve wanted the internet to die ever since. So, then, I hesitate to post …
Nixon was easy. We could go anywhere, really, but James had been talking about the 600 at Watergate South, which wasn’t really the sort of place where we belonged…but they had a full bar. We somehow managed to get in …
In the morning, Paul expected to find Liza gone and little sustenance in her refrigerator. After a long piss, he found he was annoyed and correct. The fridge held at least a dozen styrofoam and plastic take-home cartons from as …
Back to DC. It was bourbon at the Hotel Washington for Eisenhower. I don’t know the connection, but I’m sure it seemed logical at the time. I also couldn’t tell you where we ended up for Truman, but a deep …
“Thirty.” James said. “Coolidge.” “Notable points?” “None.” “Really?” “Really.”
Twenty-eight. Wilson. The First World War. We ended up in Silver Spring, Maryland, at the Quarry House. None of us could remember how that happened, but it did, and so we made the best of it. Energy was flagging all …
Today’s disturbing news is that Patrick McGoohan has died. Which is good timing for me, because I’m nearing the end of my dreaded, soul-sucking Star Trek: The Next Generation marathon. So now it’s time for a Prisoner marathon! Which is …