fiction
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Pulp
About a month ago, I started reading a novel by Charles Bukowski called Pulp. I selected it on a whim. I was in the mood for something short and I had seen enough about Bukowski’s persona as the “poet laureate of Los Angeles low-life” that I was intrigued. Pulp is a quirky little book. It’s Continue reading
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Classics
I am not one to wallow in regret. There aren’t many things that I’ve done or failed to do over the years that cause me to look back and want to kick myself. That said, there is one category of experience that does cause me to get annoyed with my past self: whenever, in retrospect, Continue reading
About Me
Researcher. Marketer. Teacher. Father of adult children and dogs. 20th Century holdover. Central New York native. Long-suffering Buffalo Bills fan. History nerd. Traveler. Vintage advertising enthusiast. Hat wearer.
a.k.a. V.J. 