A Neon Sign, A Singing Cowboy And A Glass Of Beer

Just another Friday night.   Keith Turner finished cutting up lemons and limes to stock the fruit wells behind the bar, grabbed a damp towel, and proceeded toward the tables. Tonight was going to be special. Fridays were always busy but with tonight’s big-time singer coming to perform – Keith looked up to Heaven and…

Baseball, The Monster, And Politics

Karen looked down at the book on Paul’s desk, trying hard to keep from laughing.  The title alone was enough to send her into a roar – “Baseball For Dopes”. “What is this??”  She picked up the book for a second, then put it back down. Paul shifted in his seat. His cheeks were starting to…