by Bruce Golden "I don't want excuses, Dweezil, I want perversion, I want hostilities—I want conflict and I want plenty of it!" Nick ran his long, perfectly-manicured fingers through his hair as if his head hurt. The thinning gray strands didn't provide much resistance. "Milksops and dainty Marys—that's what you've been scheduling." Dressed in his favorite black suit, shirt, and red ...
by Christine Rice Flint, Michigan, 1918 Vida Hitchcock and her parents stood on the train platform in the December drizzle, waiting impatiently for the train that would bring her twin brother home. Everett's and six other boys’ return had been delayed by injuries suffered just days before Emperor Wilhelm abdicated the German Throne and the war wheezed to an end ...