Dru Richman

By the time Hanson Opperknockity, who in later years would always be called ‘Hans,’ was three, he was on the verge of mastering Bach’s Two – and Three – Part Inventions for the piano. By the time he was four, he was playing Mozart’s concertos better than anyone else, save Mozart himself. But at six…

Fitzsimmons looked at his computer display: Fruit flies Time flies Fly away, fly away, fly away home. “Sally,” he said to the computer. “What the hell is that on my screen?” The computer didn’t respond. He counted to ten to himself.            “Sally,” he said in a softer, kinder voice, “you’re not still sore at me,…

Bruce Lawrence Zebub, still in his sleeping shorts, stepped out onto the porch of his cabin. He was a huge blacksmith of a man—well tanned with broad shoulders that led down to a well-muscled stomach and impossibly narrow hips. He had mighty oaks for legs. And even though his hands were well callused from years…

There are moments in one’s life that, years later, when you look back in retrospect, and say, “That was the best” or “That was the worst” or “That changed my life forever.” This story is about one of those incredible times. It was the 12th of February. I remember it because it was the day…