Stories
I have always been drawn to story. In college, I was known as “David, the guy with a story for everything, Brooks.” And that nickname was fairly accurate. These are those I tell about my life, occasionally with embellishment.
War of the Roaches – Part 1
As the poor creature spun around in circles on its way to a watery grave, I replayed the events in my head. I cannot be certain my report is accurate.
On Black Widows and Panic
Last week I spotted a spider in the corner of our darkly-lit dining room. It wasn’t big, but its body had a distinct shape, reminding me of a Black Widow. I’m not a spider enthusiast, but sometimes I stop to take their photos. For science.
Dealey Plaza, 1963
When I was growing up I was always intrigued by conspiracy theory. In that way I probably take after my father the most. In saying the words “conspiracy theory,” the first example that often comes to mind is the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy in Dealey Plaza. Well, that and the story of Roswell.
