When I swam with Juan Peron at the “Hotel of the Dictators”

The 1950s and 60s were notable for the political and military upheavals in South America. Every other week it seemed, there was another coup somewhere, with dictators either assassinated or fleeing their countries. But where, one wonders, does a disgraced dictator flee when he’s been deposed? Oddly and improbably enough, I can answer that question. … Continue reading When I swam with Juan Peron at the “Hotel of the Dictators”

Lie down in darkness

There are the suicides we understand. The terminally ill, the obvious addict, the flagrantly depressed, the murderer or criminal. Even the overdramatic teenager. But there are others that throw our whole perception of reality off axis. The singer Chris Cornell, comedian Robin Williams before him. Both enormously successful and widely adored. Why would Williams, who smiled so much and elicited even more … Continue reading Lie down in darkness

Made Men

       Catterly never pictured himself going out this way; standing in some god-forsaken heat sink, clad in the official old man’s uniform of big-butt cargo shorts and a Tommy Bahama Hawaiian shirt, guzzling white wine—probably Pinot Grigio, for Christ’s sake—and surrounded by a bunch of other wrinkled codgers; an entire community playing footsie with the gravedigger.        No, his retirement … Continue reading Made Men

A Hillbilly Love Story

            In retrospect, I never should have put that snake in Annemarie Kitsap’s mailbox. It wasn’t like it was a rattler or cottonmouth. Nothing that would jump out and fang you. Just a big bull. Ferocious-looking, but harmless. Prized in these parts for their propensity to devour rodents and truly dangerous reptiles.            In my defense, … Continue reading A Hillbilly Love Story