Stereotypes Lie

As I bent over to pick a beer from the cooler, another nose got within three inches of mine. Dexter doesn’t care about New Belgium Pilsner or Voodoo IPA or even the new Ocktoberfest: he was just curious about what Read More …

Armies of Bubbas

My dad should have been drafted in the summer of 1944. The draft board in north St. Louis didn’t call the guys who had older brothers overseas: they did call them when the Korean War started in 1950. After Basic Read More …