Out the Back Door
Tim wasn’t sure whether he would have accepted bailout funds if he were owned the restaurant, but he had amused a few trusted co-workers at Hal’s by drawing a cartoon….
Tim wasn’t sure whether he would have accepted bailout funds if he were owned the restaurant, but he had amused a few trusted co-workers at Hal’s by drawing a cartoon….
INTRODUCTION Sweet freedom whispered in my ear You’re a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly away, high away, bye bye ~ from Someone Saved my Life Tonight, music by Elton John, lyrics by Bernie Taupin George had a problem. Although he hid it fairly well, George was basically unhappy. He was feeling unfulfilled; … Read more
What you are about to read is shocking and admittedly has not been “proven” yet. But most of Einstein’s theories ― now widely accepted ― weren’t proved during his lifetime either. So, allow yourself to at least consider the possibilities you are going to read because they may well become mainstream in a few years … Read more
White American slave owners, who sought to improve their economic position and standing among “their own peers” has always required him to inherently rely on black men to accommodate him with his “upward and literal” mobility, travel and transportation needs. This practice begin with black slave drivers, carpenter/carriage builders, and (horseshoe) iron workers of mule carts, followed by horse carriages, then as train riding servants, and finally as hourly paid employee laborers and skilled tradesmen.
The arrest of Sam Johnstone’s mentor Press Daniels had Sam feeling restless, irritable, and discontented. He pouted and slouched around the house until he sullenly looked in the refrigerator and found only a jar of jalapeños, a stick of butter, a pitcher of sweet tea, and a rotting onion. Despite knowing he was only one … Read more
“Brock, are you there? I can’t see you!” There was screaming in the background of the call, and Yara’s face was stricken with terror. She frantically searched for Brock’s face, the screen crackling a little indicating the signal was bad. “Yes, we’re here. What the hell is going on, Yara? Are you on the plane?” … Read more
DARKNESS. Suffering. Prison. Of the mind. His soul in chains. His body in solitary confinement. Nothing but darkness. All life is suffering, Reece remembered. How long have I been in here? Days? Weeks? Certainly not a month. It was hard to tell when you were living in darkness. But he wasn’t living in silence. The … Read more
The hit, deep inside the Russian client state of Belarus, had required a tremendous amount of planning in a very short period of time. The target would be moving soon. Once the window had closed, no one knew when or where it would open again. The final go/no-go call was left to the team leader, … Read more
THE NYPD BOAT lurched and I almost slipped on the deck. The waves made a monotonous slapping sound against the boat’s hull, like an uneven drumbeat, as we cut through the choppy water. I sucked in a deep breath and could practically taste the Hudson River. The toxic odors of rotting fish and garbage didn’t … Read more
They don’t speak as William walks her to her car parked behind the motel; they never leave their cars out front, where they might be recognized. No one will ever know they were here. At least, this is what they tell themselves, what they have told themselves every time over the last few months as … Read more