Monthly Archives: September 2019

In Brittany were I grew up, when I was about twelve years old. One day after school I wandered with a couple of neighborhood kids to the farm of old grouchy Marcel by the duck pond. Nobody ever dared to … Continue reading →

Working at Neverland Ranch was quite an awakening. From day one Stella and I were warned by Indian Jim of strange things happening at the ranch. “The park is built on an Indian cemetery. The Chumash tribe my people.” “What does … Continue reading →

Grand Ma’s Ghost stories I remember my grandmother, always talking about ghosts. Ghosts were part of my life growing up. I went to college, there was never any talk about ghosts then––until one day. I was driving home for Thanksgiving, … Continue reading →

Sophie and Pierre face an open safe stacked with piles of $100 bills, all hot money––stolen from older and trusting folks. Their boss a partner with the con-artist of the eighties Michael Milken who developed the high-yielding bonds market––Ouch… charged … Continue reading →