It was about this time of year almost exactly one decade ago. My son, Clark, was just a month old, and my golden retriever, Simon, jumped up on the bed next to him. Simon, just three years old at the time, had to see the baby. He wasn’t usually allowed on the bed, but with camera in hand, I made an exception. And I got this excellent shot.
You’ve presented me with a great gift – new reviews! As an INTJ, emotion figures little in my calculations. I try, but it just doesn’t compute. But this outpouring of support is melting even my titanium heart. Thanks! Have a virtual bear hug from me to you.
From 1994-1997, I drove a Chicago cab. It was the perfect complement to a University of Chicago education. I freelanced for a large corporation, I saw the seedy underbelly of the Loop and I rubbed elbows with hardworking immigrants from two dozen different countries. One thing I learned quickly is that white cabdrivers were rare. So I wrote a poem about it (back in 1997). Here you go.
Right now, I’m reading a paper copy of the Tao Te Ching (and loving it). On my kindle, I’ve got these books open: Brave New World (kind of dense), Thus Spake Zarathustra (good stuff), The Poetic Edda (I’m working on a novel concept related to Norse mythology), The Mammoth Book of Golden Age Science Fiction (edited by Isaac Asimov), The Art of Worldly Wisdom by Baltasar Gracián and The Shadow Factory: The Ultra-Secret NSA from 9/11 to the Eavesdropping on America.
We did it again! This time, twelve authors enjoyed a meeting of the keyboards and we’ve got a thrilling 17-story science fiction anthology to show you for it. I love it. It’s exceeding my expectations. Have a look for yourself: