Category Archives: Willie stories

How I got thrown out of Walmart at Christmas for unauthorized salesmanship.

“My name is Loco Willie and I am loco for frisky dogs, precocious children, classy broads and cheap, red guitars.”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Friday, December 1, 2017 “Don’t you know any other songs?” The kid we’re going to call Stingray … Continue reading

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For Thanksgiving, an elegy of hope: “Loving is a gerundive, Dusty, and her name is Amanda.”

Uncle Willie wrote his very first Thanksgiving story this year, but it’s much too long to be a blog post. Here’s an extract: From Dusty: An elegy of hope and love. “What now?”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Thursday, November 23, … Continue reading

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A match made in the heavens and a love for all the ages: Why Madelyn Nguyen’s always gonna win.

Madelyn Nguyen sat very still for a long time, a finger by her mouth, her eyes aimed nowhere, lost in thought. She said, “It sounds kind of like the neutron stars.” Forty-five months old.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Thursday, October 19, 2017 “Tell … Continue reading

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Driving the conversation: Here’s to better days for The Movie Mogul.

“Here’s to better days! All aboard!”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Saturday, October 14, 2017 “Here’s to better days.” I said that to The Movie Mogul. It seemed like the thing to do. He was shocked, to say the truth. It … Continue reading

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This is Vegas: Working up the courage to take in the most gawk-worthy spectacle on earth.

I bought my wife a gift, that’s what happened. Huge, momentous story, right? This is the Willie world: I don’t go to your church. If you want twelve dead bodies a page, with the bad guys flossing their teeth with … Continue reading

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Who really put the paradise in Las Vegas? Don’t ask…

CityCenter is the perfection of Paradise, and the Aria is the perfection of perfection, everything that any casino hotel resort could be if it were conceived by a genius and built to his exacting demands — price no object.Extracted from … Continue reading

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Liar’s Poker: You can’t win in Vegas – or anywhere – until you know what you’re playing for.

“You want to win. I could be more circumspect, but I’m trying to be respectful of your time. You want the win, and this is how Poker tournaments get decided at the end, by chop. If you insist we go … Continue reading

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The Desperation Waltz.

“Life isn’t about what you can’t know and can’t do. It’s about what you can know and can do. I couldn’t know my children would be taken from me so young, both at once, but I knew they’d die someday. … Continue reading

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How the Rape of the Sabine Women helped me sue for peace and racial harmony.

“Do you get the point of the story? It’s about exogamy — out-marriage. When a black man marries a white woman, or the other way around, two families that may once have hated each other are now united by their … Continue reading

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How did Reggie and Shake buy their way into adulthood? With Bitcoin, of course.

Who wants to go zipline kayaking?Photo by: Mike MozartA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story September 16, 2017 “So we’re in Dick’s Sporting Goods, all the way up in the steel scaffolding in the ceiling. You know how it’s all open up … Continue reading

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America’s Most Educated: “We know you only want what’s best for your kids. And you can’t have it.”

Worse than uninformed adulation is informed contempt. But never fear, for there is a fate in America that is far worse than education. Re-education.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story October 19, 1996 Little Tommy Carruthers wasn’t looking for trouble. In fact … Continue reading

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Cinderella’s memories of the zoo.

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story October 22, 1996 Cinderella was in a snit, and who could blame her? She was an orphan swarmed by a family of strangers, accidental intimates, pushy and intrusive and unwelcome. And the most distant stranger … Continue reading

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Prufrock’s honor…

There is worthiness, which is difficult; it can never be supplied by another, and it can never be faked. And there is worship, which is demanding; you can fake the virtues the worshipper worships, but you dare not falter. And … Continue reading

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Lies all the way down: Ventilating Uncle Willie’s Father’s Day funk.

“Hey, dipshit, if you want to lose your house and lose your family, to see your kids a third of the time if you’re lucky, to watch them spin out of control as they learn to pit the two of … Continue reading

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For Father’s Day, sympathy for the trans-aborted.

“How can you live your authentic reality as a stuffed animal if you can’t be laundered? Are the trans-furry to be forevermore mislabeled as ‘Dry Clean Only’?”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story June 18, 2015 “So here’s a question for you,” … Continue reading

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