I hustled around the car towards Irish, big-eyed as the car creaked on its back axles and then leaned towards Irish. Whatever was in there was following me. Jesus, was that ever not good. “Okay, so, here’s what I’m thinking,” … Continue reading →

We call him the Irishman, and when the Things That Go Bump In The Night tell stories to their kids to scare them into behaving, this is the man they tell them about. The door opened, and he stepped in. … Continue reading →

Half past six on a gray and darkening Friday evening, and the bell over my shop door chimed. I’d made the bell myself, and it always chimed a little early. I appreciate some advance warning. I shooed Randall toward the … Continue reading →