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Highway 11 was deserted.

We headed across town, a trip the kids knew not to complain about, not because they would get in trouble, but because they knew how easily tears can cover their father’s face on the way to the cemetery.

Modern “cabaret” has its origins in the restaurants of 16th century France – Paris, of course – where customers were allowed to sing if they had drunk enough wine.

You’re not going to cry, are you?” Roy was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was pulling on his socks.

He was in town for some kind of head hunting thing. Whether it was for jobs, or ,white slavery, was anyone’s guess. He didn’t specify. My guess was, it was a combination of both. As the bartender, I often had time for speculation. Observation and speculation. Often times I missed the mark with my guesses… Continue reading Missing