Twisted Roads By Jack Riepe

My friend “Cretin” was something of anomaly. A street fighter, a barroom plug-ugly, a sidewalk pharmacist, and the kind of guy who’d show up...

This is my favorite Christmas story. Similar to my “Father’s Day” piece, I run it every year. To those who have read it before, I make no ap...

There are four times during year when I can be consumed by the holiday spirit (and one of these occasions isn’t even a real holiday). What t...