The Man at Platform NineThey called him many names — the Mad Scholar, Platform Saint. To most, he was just a fixture of the old railway station, like the rusted benches or flickering bulbs. I heard about him during my brief work trip — tales whispered over tea stalls and... See More »
Heart to heart last nightSo after the kids are in bed Joel and I usually enjoy a few shots and a cigar. Well tonight he gets out my bottle of pappy van winkle whiskey and cigars. I honestly start to freak out. I fear the worst. He tells me to sit down that we need to talk.... See More »
