Sheetrock on the Road

As we deviate from my usual ramblings in the dusty worlds of the past and the wanderings of angels and fallen men, I ask you to join me on a possible journey through the life of no author in particular. Remember, as you root through the verbal attic of my mind, I am a writer of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living, dead, or currently haunting me is purely coincidental. These stories are intended to entertain and solicit some of your own memories. We all have tales to tell. Please enjoy some of my briefer ones because things happen sometimes.