Liberté

Call them cheese-eating surrender monkeys if you must be a total tranche de merde–I love the French. (I also love cheese.) Long ago, I spent a couple of summers working in a massive trench full of Frenchmen, digging up Bronze Age house foundations. It may be...

Return of the Boys from the Dwarf

I’ve been told by reliable sources that I’m not a geek, that I merely possess some geek lineage. Don’t know if it’s precisely the case, but I have only ever played Dungeons and Dragons for approximately 30 cumulative minutes. On the other hand,...

Bogarted Poetry

Today my mailbox held a plastic bag emblazoned “under investigation” or somesuch. Inside was an envelope that should have contained a contributor’s copy of a literary journal that had the temerity to publish a poem of mine. Somebody, apparently...