Uncle Warren's Attic
With two days to go until The Man Who Crossed Whimsy Avenue and 95 other bits of flash fiction bursts onto the literary scene, I thought I might give you a taste of what it’s all about, so here is the title tale, complete with a dramatic reading. My new book is available to pre-order wherever fine books are sold online, and you can probably convince your favorite local bookstore to order it for you.
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Ebenezer: A sequel of sorts to A Christmas Carol Edmund Filliput is a successful businessman, but he is living a dreary life on a dreary Christmas Eve. Then he meets a happy stranger who keeps Christmas in his heart year-round. Over a cup of coffee and a bowl of beef stew, the stranger offers to send three friends to Edmund who will show him the meaning of Christmas. Will the "friends" convince Edmund in time to salvage this Christmas and rescue his life? People who are grumpy at Christmastime are often chided with, "Oh, don't be such a Scrooge." But Mr. Scrooge was a curmudgeon no longer when...
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Demo of a song that will be included in the upcoming w.p. bluhm project New Dog, Old Tricks. Well, I was born in the fifties, and I grew up in the sixties, Paid some dues in the seventies, but never enough to count. I stayed adolescent through my fifties, I kept marking time in my sixties, I hope to live through my seventies to see how it all it turns out. Tomorrow and tomorrow, if I have a tomorrow, Gonna pack my bags tomorrow and see the world. I loved too many girls in the eighties, found the love of my life in the nineties, Just in time for a brave new century, and then I took...
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Well, I was born in the fifties, and I grew up in the sixties,
Paid some dues in the seventies, but never enough to count.
I stayed adolescent through my fifties, I kept marking time in my sixties,
I hope to live through my seventies to see how it all it turns out.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, if I have a tomorrow,
Gonna pack my bags tomorrow and see the world.
I loved too many girls in the eighties, found the love of my life in the nineties,
Just in time for a brave new century, and then I took off my mask.
I hope I get to see my eighties, and maybe even my nineties,
But somehow I think a century's a little too much to ask.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, if I have a tomorrow,
Gonna pack my bags tomorrow and see the world.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, let me run, let the words flow,
Tomorrow and tomorrow, I sing the song my heart's held fast.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, let me let the fears all go,
Tomorrow help me let it all out at last.
Here we are now in the twenties, counting down to the thirties.
By the time we get to the forties, shouldn't have much left to do.
All these numbers comprise a journey from birth to our final adieu,
And as for the destination, gonna leave that up to you.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, if I have a tomorrow,
Gonna pack my bags tomorrow and see the world.
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