Please start here… https://schnark.home.blog/2024/10/16/the-man-who-wrote-real-fiction/ Funny how it mattered to be late for an appointment with yourself. And to cap it off, he was here now, at his upstairs window, but wasn’t ready to say much. But then again, there were plenty of folk that never stop. He’d been thinking a lot about Mikey. He wasContinueContinue reading “George was late”