Author Archives: Greg Swann

How to slay dragons.

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story And now I am a man-killer. We live with the consequences of our choices, and we cannot fail to live with all the consequences of all our choices. Sic semper nobis, sic etiam mihi. Thus … Continue reading

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Courtney at the speed of life.

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story “Lord-a-mercy!” I said in my thickest southern drawl. “Somebody tell god to take the rest of the week off. He has made perfection, and there ain’t no topping that!” The beautiful blonde woman scowled and … Continue reading

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To El Caballero Jean Valjean: Merry Christmas from a fellow loco engineer.

C’est moi – Loco Willie – the second time as pomo farce.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 22, 2016 “How old were you when your sister was born?” I asked. “Five.” “That’s a tough time to find out you’re not … Continue reading

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“Merry Christmas, Princess Peach.”

There is only one Christmas, isn’t there? Even at the airport there is only one Christmas. Luigi smiled, and his face bore not the smallest hint of sadness. “Merry Christmas, Chloe.” He leaned forward and kissed the slumbering golden girlchild … Continue reading

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Christmas at the cemetery – with Bubba.

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 25, 1998 If you want to hear your thoughts echo into a perfect silence – go to the cemetery. I do it a lot, actually, not to be too terribly morbid. Potter’s fields and … Continue reading

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A father for Christmas.

“If you give your daughter a father she can be proud of, then one day she’ll bring home a son-in-law you can be proud of. And then you’ll know for sure that your grandchildren will have a father to look … Continue reading

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Christmas in Las Vegas with Kim Jong-un.

“You adorn your body with comical uniforms and undeserved medals, and you plaster your name with ridiculous titles, all to make up for your fundamental emptiness. You live your life as the empty puppet of an empty doctrine, and everyone … Continue reading

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