Nobody talks about the corrupt American police, though, do they? They only talk about the corrupt Columbian and Mexican law enforcement unable to stop it. There is plenty of corruption, sure, but that...
Not a momma's boy, just too much Gene Autry and not enough Bogart.
Now people nowadays, especially the younger ones, they don’t have an ounce of romance in their soul. It’s all zombies and video games, shallow celebrities. They love insta-sex but make fun of what the...
The boys weren't just whistling Dixie when they said she was a piece of junk that flew. The flying part I had yet to see but from the looks of her, it was going to be nothing short of a miracle from h...
Oh, right, just stroll on down to the car lot, big as you please. What’ll I say I’m doing? He knows I can’t afford a car. Karen started laughing again as she answered. You could tell him you’ve lost a...
Old Harry, who knew more about boats and the sea than anybody I knew, was sleeping off last night's tequila on my big cruiser/houseboat, Stella. She'd been named after Gail Russell's character in an o...
One does not have to give up their own beliefs to understand and respect those of another people. We must learn to live together, now, there is no other way.
Wyn could never be afraid of death, because he had already died, that night, so long ago.
You rarely saw the celebs protesting anything of substance. The Glades weren't a sexy enough cause, but give the latest blonde-haired twenty-something who'd just hit it big on TV six or seven horn-tai...
Paris is a sensuous woman every man has loved, even if only in his dreams. Once he has been deep inside her, walked her streets and tasted her delights, he can never forget her. Yet no matter how stro...
There are only really two kinds of people in the world; those who love small towns, and those who hate them.
Perhaps I was in that season of winter in which all writers experience at some point. Did I still believe or didn't I? I had once, long ago. But years pass, seasons change, and hope and faith sometime...
Yeah, that’s it! There’s these gorgeous paintings on the arches. Now, they ain’t my cup o’ java, mind ya, but it’s gotta be high class, cause one them women’s topless, and ain’t nobody pays her no att...
Puttin’ two slugs in some gumshoe in an alley behind the Whitman’s Chocolates place, now that ain’t their style at all. Murder, My Sweet’s what me and Louisa’s been callin’ it. You know, like that mov...
Rick was stretched out on the floor taking a nap. He was the lightest sleeper I'd ever known. He could doze just about anywhere and be up and alert in an instant. His ability to drop off and then wake...
San Francisco is still the loveliest city in the world for my money, despite how they've tried to ruin her. Yeah, it attracts all the weirdos, and some of them aren't harmless like they used to be in...
She began to run again, her legs shaky, her head throbbing, fear reaching into the pit of her stomach and making it difficult to breathe. Pieces of...people littered the street like gruesome confetti....
She hadn’t smiled, just watched him cautiously as he got out of his truck and approached. Buford couldn’t blame her. It was lonely here at this time of morning and he realized he must look suspicious....
She loved San Francisco but always remembered the happiness of that summer traveling through lovely towns like Gundagai and Tumut. The rural countryside was beautiful, and the people were always ready...
The Bird Park. We spent more time than I had expected to there — nearly an hour. We walked across quaint bridges, saw flamingos and macaws and toucans, and a host of others. Ellen bought the appropria...
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