A Confederacy of Trumpets

Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, February 17, 2017, 11:15 a.m. I’m tired, and I think it’s President Trump’s fault. I should exercise, but, first, I need to be exorcised of President Trump. It requires too much exertion. It is an altogether futile assertion. I don’t like the man, nor his policies, but he makes ideology irrelevant. He’s everywhere. I don’t need to follow him on Twitter. … Continue reading A Confederacy of Trumpets

Things Could Be Worse, but It Takes Imagination

Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, January 16, 2017, 9:52 a.m. On Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I write. On Inauguration Day, I shall write. Other than that, the bookends of the weekdays have nothing in common. Writing must be the tie that binds. Writing must be the salvation of sanity. I must find comfort in writing. It’s all I know and all I know to do. … Continue reading Things Could Be Worse, but It Takes Imagination

Last Night I Saw Ghosts in the Flags Behind Trump

  I’ve written four novels and a collection of short stories. I’ve also written a number of books about sports, mostly about NASCAR. You can find most of them here. The Kindle versions of my books, where available, can be found above. Links below are to print editions. I’ve written a crime novel about the corrosive effects of patronage and the rise and fall of … Continue reading Last Night I Saw Ghosts in the Flags Behind Trump