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