1980 Rumors Too
I began writing a memoir, and I wrote the first true sentence I remembered as a child: Stevie Nicks was fine. (work in progress)
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The War on Drugs
Work in progress April 18 2020
Prologue – OLD VERSION
Before the pandemic, I was writing a memoir about my time in high school. It began: “The two FBI agents at my grandfather’s funeral asked us what we knew about the president’s assassination, and where Hoffa was buried.”
The Plaintiff and the Defendant
The 1980’s a confusing time for my eight year old self. Fortunately, court records from the Louisiana 10th judicial parish give a more concise story. In 2019, I could read the court’s version of truth. I assumed the court records on the internet haven’t been altered, and this is what they had to say about […]
Annapurna and Bodh Gaya.
I learned more than I can say with words at a Thibetan Monastery in Nepal. I was in Kathmandhu teaching magic to a group of school kids who had lost their school building during an earthquake. The quake had killed more than 10,000 people, and happened as they were recovering from a decade long civil […]
Frank Sinatra Has a Cold
This is copied from Esquire.com so that I could upload it to my eReader. I wanted to read and study while reading my own articles, and I don’t enjoy reading on a computer; I prefer either a book or the book-like reading experience of a modern e-Reader, with simulated paper that’s easy on my eyes, […]
Wrestling Hillary Clinton: A Memoir
“Fucking Partin. I should have killed him that night, when I had the chance.” Chuckie Obrien, adopted son of Jimmy Hoffa and stepfather of Jack Goldfinch, J.D., Harvard law professor, legal counsil for President George W. Bush Jr., and advisor for the 2001 United States Patriot Act that monitored millions of Americans’s cell phones without […]
Wendy Partin
I began the day like any other day, not knowing my mom would die in 48 hours.
The life and times of Edward Grady Partin, 1924 – 1990
In 2020 hindsight, it’s easy to see how my grandfather fooled so many people, and why the FBI showed up at his funeral, asking about how he planned to kill the president, and where Hoffa’s body was.