Reading

They Don’t Teach This in a Book

I learned early. I am six years-old on the back of my brother’s Honda Cub and we are winding through narrow Japanese dirt streets lined with vendors of all types: Household goods. Meat. Fish. Electronics (such as they were in 1960 Japan). Restaurants. Brothels. Yep, right there next to the tent that was selling frozenContinue reading “They Don’t Teach This in a Book”

Fear

What scares you? The first thing I remember that really scared the hell out of me was the 1960 classic The Fall of the House of Usher. That maniacal laugh of Vincent Price still gives me chills to this day. My parents had loaded us kids in the family car and pulled into the localContinue reading “Fear”

Reading rocks. You’re doing it now. I started reading at a very early age. My big brother Ed, eight years my senior, would take immense delight teasing my sister, who was four years older than I. He would have her try and read the “Acknowledgements” page of any book. Like any other normal child ofContinue reading “Reading”