Behold the cranky, wisecracking elegance of James Garner, star of The Rockford Files.  Back in the days of The Love Boat and Three’s Company, this was as good as it got on network television.  Even fans of the show may not know that he did most of his own stunt driving, including the famous bootlegger turn he inflicted on that totally bitchin’ 1978 Pontiac Firebird.  Here he is in his prime.

When men were men, right? No man buns here.

The idea for this story sat in a folder for around a decade.  I wasn’t able/realized the stars weren’t aligned/didn’t have the skills to write it at the time.  Ideas sit in the folder till I’m ready for them, which may be months, years, or never.  Even after I’ve started a draft, I might let it sit a few months longer.  It’s a slow process, but coming back to the work much later, flaws that were once hidden are now obvious.  If it can’t generate a critical mass of enthusiasm at this stage, it might be a good candidate for deletion.  The ultimate act of consideration for any writer is to make sure their garbage does not see daylight.

This is a video clip of me reading from “No Call Too Small,” a fictional take on the true story of a top-ranked cyclist who was killed by a drunken, off-duty cop in Ontario.  No charges were laid as those who responded on scene quickly covered it up.  It always seems especially tragic when someone in their physical prime, enjoying the rigours of intense exercise, is cut down due to someone else’s gross negligence or simple inattention, whether it’s a trucker who doesn’t take enough bennies to stay awake, or a hammered cop who thinks he can make it home safely.