Digging into his bowl of soggy corn flakes, Gino chewed hard and loud, loaded with pride in his refusal to watch one second of the inaugural swearing-in ceremony on TV. With the inmates storming the asylum two weeks ago and COVID-19 bugs spreading all over town, as far as he was concerned Joe and Kamala […]
Oogabooga, my brother, said Earl Schmidt. Timmy Kelly lifted his aviator glasses and looked hard at the reverend. Huh? Earl explained. Black cave men used to say boogabooga. White cave men said oogabooga. Now that’s our battle cry for the civil war, Earl said. Civil war? Earl kept talking. Pay attention, boy. White cave men […]
Petrified the cops had his house surrounded Gino answered the phone on the first ring. Let me talk to Harry, said Judge Dombroski, who Gino always called Dumbroski. Gino obeyed. After all, the man was a Scranton judge. Escaped federal prisoner and former Scranton Mayor Harry Davies grabbed the phone. You’re free, the judge said. […]
If I were a congressman I’d be honored to join the Congressional Progressive Caucus (CPC). Hope for a better America is anchored there. But I’m just a senior citizen living in Joe Biden’s childhood hometown, a Scranton voter and loyal progressive who retired after decades of full-time journalism fighting racism, sexism and other rancid forms […]
Unloading all 30 rounds from his trusty AR-15 into the big screen TV video replay from the Capitol siege, Earl Schmidt calmly turned and faced the congregation that sat packed into his living room like lead bullets in a dull tactical clip. Two dozen faithful congregants rushed to church within a half hour of Earl […]
