Outside, I hear the fireworks celebrating the sacrifices made in all wars in the name of freedom. I hope the dead are not alone. It would be wonderful to think they are in a place, a holy place…

Outside, I hear the fireworks celebrating the sacrifices made in all wars in the name of freedom. I hope the dead are not alone. It would be wonderful to think they are in a place, a holy place…
At the wobbly age of seventy-five, Horace McMorris decided to get off the Death Express. He jumped out at 1979th Street and proceeded to walk with a brisker step and a … Continue reading To Hell With Time