The France Jenkins ultimately fought in, no, for, was unlike anywhere else he’d been in life. Loud as moving trains were, the clamor of war deafened. No. When the Germans unleashed sufficient concentrated and sustained fire sound numbed. Continue reading Soldiers of the Great War (Part Two)
Soldiers of the Great War (Part One)
Jenkins was a stranger to Lancer. He only recalled ever seeing him once. On a sunny spring day inside a coffin at his funeral. Continue reading Soldiers of the Great War (Part One)
Her Cash and Prizes
Throughout his seven Nevada years, Lancer had handed out his sideline business card numerous times. Like blowout cards inserted between the pages of every magazine imaginable, he never fooled himself into believing they’d cause any cascade of responses. Continue reading Her Cash and Prizes
Bad Balance
Isn’t our national discordance and confusion unsettling on the way to unnerving? Continue reading Bad Balance
Social Eye Rolling
The calamity of Trumpvirus has made me glad my parents aren’t alive today to witness our disgrace. Only father’s and mother’s astonishment might’ve surpassed their disappointment in us.
As I’ve written elsewhere, by the time father and mother reached 27 and 16, respectively, they endured the Jim Crow South, the Depression, and World War II. After those preliminaries, they formed the devoted black masses who broke the second-class barriers which suppressed the truest of all Americans. Continue reading Social Eye Rolling
Some Liberties Were Taken
What follows is a newspaper newsroom story. It took place before well-meaning women transformed every workplace into deadly obstacle courses for all men, unintentionally or not. Continue reading Some Liberties Were Taken
Time to Sober Up
If one lived during the times of the tragically brief presidential campaign of New York Senator Robert Kennedy, it’s easy to imagine how supporters of Bernie Sanders feel.
Frankly one must be heartless not to share Bernie backers’ enthusiasm and admire their devotion. Okay. Fury. Or one must be a pragmatist, an American who knows what our vast middle will tolerate. And won’t. Continue reading Time to Sober Up
Revamped Wasteland
Since cord cutting, I’ve been doing a lot more finagling with my digital over the air antennae. Stream to watch TV as I often do, the nature of the beast still leaves viewers vulnerable to blank screens.
Wonder if the cable system goes down? More likely, when comes the inevitable next instance of Las Vegas area OTA stations unwilling to pay higher re-transmission fees to cable or satellite providers? Continue reading Revamped Wasteland
Echt Americans
Did it please to devote every February Slow Boat Media Facebook vignette to Black History Month topics? Sure did!
Might some readers regard them as affronts to the mosaic into which America has developed? Are you kidding!? Of course! Continue reading Echt Americans
Crazed
Let me give two examples of just how different life is here in Las Vegas.
Earlier in the month, a complete stranger sidled up to me. He asked where he could score some “H.” Some smack.
Drat! If only he’d sought hookers instead. Continue reading Crazed