On the porch. With a drink and an Ybor City cigar. You listen to me, now, you’ll be fine, just fine. Listen here. I know about him. He come from out west, California. Gonna make it. Big time. Could write.... Continue Reading →
She won’t be around much longer, pal, Ren’s father had told him earnestly. His Aunt Joan was dying. Ren and his brother Bobby shared a room at the old hotel, his mother, father and little sister Elsie in the adjoining... Continue Reading →
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