After a turn or two on a twisty Cove mountain road, the party for my new book is back to its original time on Saturday, October 3, at Buddy Boy Winery in the Cove near Duncannon, Pennsylvania. Between 2 p.m. and 4 p.m. I’ll sell, sign and read a few wild pages from Up Shit […]
Amazon recently informed my publisher Avventura Press we can’t get copies of my latest book Up Shit Creek: Confessions of the Crushers Motorcycle Club and Other Stories delivered until after Oct. 3. Screw Amazon billionaire boss Jeff Bezos and the space ship he rode in on. So we had to cancel our Saturday, Oct. 3 […]
Nobody’s hollering “yeehaw.” At least not yet. Still, my partner in time and editor Stephanie and I are raring to head back to Buddy Boy Winery where one of my favorite wines, semi-dry Cove Mountain Red, reminds me of autumn apple orchards, rugged ridge runners and homey hayrides under an October moon. We’re equally psyched […]
Sliding his business card across the table, Sonny Drake stares at me and awaits my response. These words are printed in bold letters on the card: “Appalachian Chapter” and “Pagan’s MC.” At the middle of the card Norse fire god Surt or Sutar (the way some club members spell the name), depicted at the center […]
From his seat at the Pismo Beach bar Jeremy could watch reflections in the smudged cracked mirror above the liquor bottles. He watched people standing behind him as Thorpe rose from his seat and began to sing the way he recently did more and more often. Nobody paid Thorpe any attention. Most days Thorpe stayed […]
