Thanks for good reading.

Merry Christmas and good luck with the manuscript. With your talent, it will get written just fine, thanks. I have every confidence that in the near future at a Barnes & Noble near me, I’ll be picking up your book.

After nearly 25 years in the Big Apple, I realized a couple of things. I will always miss Kentucky and this will never be ‘home’ to me.

I’ve also learned that a Southern Boy can be as loyal and unconditionally loving as a Coon Hound – and ultimately as predictable and dull – and these NYC Boys can be as skittish and weird and dramatic as a Bichon Frise on Ritalin – which can have its pros and cons as well…

But when I go back home, where time has stopped somewhere in the late 1970s, I get treated like a big fish in a little pond, by virtue of not having been murdered in Manhattan. I revisit my old haunts, drifting through like a ghost, sidestep my chequered past and almost get to the point of considering a move back…

Almost.

After a week, I get so bored I could scream.

It’s my hometown, but it’s not home anymore, either. It’s good to go back for the holidays. Stay long enough to remember why you left.

(Sorry to ramble on so… this espresso’s kicking my ass! Happy New Year!)