Originally published in The Chronotype. It was Thanksgiving Day in 1966. We dined at my maternal grandparents’ house in Platteville, then went to Aunt
Tag: science fiction
What would I tell my younger self?
I’ve recently discovered Substack–or maybe it’s SubStack–as I wondered where some of my regular favorite articles on the Art of Manliness had gone. It turned
Invasion ’53.
It was 1953, three years before I was born. My mother’s family moved from Palmyra, in southeast Wisconsin, to Platteville in the southwest that summer,
tlinghan Mah!
Let’s make a wager. You can take all the Sith Lords and even Jedi Knights you can find, and put them up against my
A Strenuous Writer's Life 