As I walk down the mean streets of San Francisco, I hear that all too familiar cry "spare change?". Then I am thronged by frail and many times needle bruised arms reaching out to me from dark corners and from...
I have to share with you a local artist in the podcast arena and fiction that you absofuckingloutly need to check out... my man Seth Harwood has been lucky enough to take the stories he had faith in podcast...
I was on a trip to China, walking through the streets of Shenzhen, city of 12 million, when I was abducted, hustled up to an apartment, tied down, mugged, and interrogated for the credit card pin numbers I never use and could not remember....
“Where you from Dawg?” Funny. Somehow I was the one with the strange accent. “Im from New Yawk” I said. I don’t know why I lied. It just swam from my mouth. I wasn’t ashamed...
There was a war on – World War II. Hadn't you heard?People weren't supposed to be driving all over the place. That's when my father drove my mother and I from Boston to Los Angeles in 1943. Because, he said, he had to... because, really,...
In 1989, I was called upon to care for my mother in her last year of life. I was a free lance engineer and physicist and I set up my workspace in her basement to be close by to help her. I was working on technology for the Star Wars program and...
