“It seemed a fitting song to kiss the America I knew goodbye: You Belong to Me – The Duprees. I heard it first back in ’62 when America was merely an...
4 The tires of the black ’62 Lincoln Continental dug in and spat out the gravel with frustration. It drew alongside the flight of steps leading into...
1 An hour later I was back in my cell, sweating again, plotting my own death. I missed my wife Katharine terribly. But, above all things circulating...