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The Dark Highway
“Everybody thought it was a big joke… It was so funny, I just kept on going…Everybody thought I was just going to go on tweaking the Major’s balls to the very end. Which was what I did. Then one...
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The Year That Roared
“It’s hard to love, there’s so much to hate Hanging on to hope, when there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above, say it’s much too late So, maybe we should all be praying for time…”...
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Keene’s Eleven
There was a long moment of stunned silence. Then Dave asked, “Are you insane?” “No,” I replied, suddenly feeling very foolish. “I mean, Mary experienced it, too.” “I felt something in the bookstore...
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Go Indie or Go Home
The third leg of the Farewell (But Not Really) Tour started off locally, at The Comic Store—an independently-owned comic book store in Lancaster, Pennsylvania (where I was joined by Mary SanGiovanni)....
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The Beginning of the End
“It’s a fun job, but it’s still a job. Save your money, man. A hit single don’t last very long. There’s gonna be another cat coming out, looking like me, sounding like me, next year. I know this.” –...
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That Guy
In early October, Mary and I climbed into the Jeep and drove from Pennsylvania to Louisville, Kentucky, where we were both guests at a fairly new convention called Imaginarium. The organizers put on...
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Home Movies
Mary SanGiovanni and I have a ritual when we curl up on the couch at nine o’clock in the evening and watch television together. I always pick the first movie, and she always picks the second. We do...
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Full Circle
The second to last weekend of October, I made my way up north again, this time for the Merrimack Valley Halloween Book Festival in Haverhill, Massachusetts—a mass-signing event organized by...
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Epilogue, Part One
November 16, 2016 Brian and his oldest son have spent a week in Seattle. His oldest son, now twenty-five, is a social worker by day, and a budding rock guitarist by night. He is a fan of Alice In...
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Epilogue, Part Two
Twenty Years Ago Now Tomorrow Twenty Years From Now Eventually, the road leads you here. Some get here before you, and some get here after you’ve been here awhile. Some departed before you but will...
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