The Truth of Memory; or, Cisco Kid + Telecaster = Heaven

Remember the whiz-bang shoot-’em-ups of Saturday afternoons of yesteryear?
I don’t (having been weaned on monster movies and Tarzan flicks, which I watched with my sister during those rare moments when we weren’t pulling each other’s hair). But somehow the  flickering, galloping images from oaters are in me. (Perhaps they are inculcated by a potent combo of . . . → Read More: The Truth of Memory; or, Cisco Kid + Telecaster = Heaven

Have Gun Will Travel; or, The Way We Were Before Campaign ’08

Life must have been easier in the 1950s. Within half an hour, it was possible for a good guy to vanquish a bad guy, be a role model for youngsters, and look good in a holster.

Have Gun Will Travel reads the card of a man.
A knight without armor in a savage land.
His fast gun for hire . . . → Read More: Have Gun Will Travel; or, The Way We Were Before Campaign ’08