Bones & Blood (a listicle)
Diary entry from near my birthday in January, 2017:As a toddler, I was startled to learn from my larger, older cousin that a kid (say, for example, a larger, older cousin) could deploy a toy truck made from six pounds of rock maple as an effective, two-armed cudgel. That was the first time I had my nose broken. It’s bled at the drop of a hat ever since, so please don’t touch my hat. The day Dad broke my jaw with a casual backhand, I was four years old. I didn’t smart off to him because I thought he was evil; I automatically stood up to him … [Read More...]
Cheers, kid!
Dear Cougster: I don’t know what to tell young adults about their 21st birthdays, other than “don’t expect too much.” Like New Year’s Eve or bachelor parties, it’s often an occasion more gleefully anticipated than fondly remembered. Basically, if you get through it without hurting yourself too badly, scrawl it loopily into the “win” column with your shaking hand, swallow an Advil or three, wash your face and drive on. Also you should know that one of these days I plan to buy you a drink – one of those nasty little Red Bulls, if you insist … [Read More...]
"Jack Lewis takes the overall literary crown with his new book...there’s a lot more to Lewis’s work than what it feels like to ride motorcycles.” — Ultimate Motorcycling
"Insightful and from the heart ... a driven and much recommended look into the mind and conflict of the next generation of war veterans. " — Midwest Book Review (Reviewer's Choice)