Old Enough to Know Better

  She wandered into the living room and turned on the television; the news was on. An anchor in a blue suit was talking.   “—latest reports ...

Los Angeles, 1969 When my buddy, who had gone to work for a private detective agency, went on and on about how much fun it was, and how, if...

Chapter 1 New Orleans Coburn said, “Face, or send?” Flint shrugged. “You’re the boss, old man.” Coburn shook his head. He was three hundred ...

 

 From long ago when I was trying to learn to be a good guitarist. My best piece on that instrument.

  Dissonance The piano tuner ran through ascending chords, enjoying the resistance of the heavy ivory keys. His balding head was bent forw...