In Cuba, they called him Papa. You’d find him fishing for marlins or drinking whiskey or daiquiris in a local watering hole. He’d do the same in Key West. 1,381 more words
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This may be coming two posts late, but this space will now be dedicated to my new blog.
Moving forward, this blog will be home to information about my books, short stories that I’ve written, thoughts about writing and the industry, and general musings on life. 47 more words
“The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting inane instructions. That’s why I ran to the woods.” — Jim Harrison
Several years ago, on a mission to connect with more literature set in my home state of Michigan, I came across a Jim Harrison book.300 more words