Grey Skies, Blues Sounds, It’s Silas’ Case, Hope Abounds?
I pulled into the parking space in front of the Courthouse, Louis Armstrong’s West End Blues playing on my Spotify. Seemed somehow appropriate for the setting. The pavement – two…

I pulled into the parking space in front of the Courthouse, Louis Armstrong’s West End Blues playing on my Spotify. Seemed somehow appropriate for the setting. The pavement – two…
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“No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again,” the famous spiritual guide one once said. Which brings us to this moment, here at the Riverside. I am…
PowerBreak was new, innovative, and groundbreaking. Print products, put simply, are not. Rather, as I have come to find out, they are a chasm of expense – $20,000 a month.…
Lindy’s penchant for outdoor dining wanes for no one, so when Mother insisted we get together for cocktails on the boat on my return from D.C., he was happy to…
The streets are full and no Cassie, no Shirley, no Trish, no Mercury, no Lindy, and no Mr. Carson Sigmund. I am freezing. Everyone is caroling. I can see the…
Historically, I’m a person who loves the holiday season – the lights, the festive atmosphere. Everyone is drinking, and that’s always a good thing for the bar. It’s a wonderful…
Don’t tell me, dear reader, that you don’t have questions. I am present among these, well, society types here at the bar and, let me tell you, I have a…
I know, it’s not in keeping with my, well, status, but I find being amongst the people, the working people, is very healthy for me. It’s why a good game…
Stu used to put the lights on the tree. At six-foot-three (to my five-foot-two) he was the obvious choice. I mean, what good was I? He’d be on the ladder…