What, you make ask, is a fictional memoir? I borrowed the phrase from a Meridith Sue Willis review of a new book by “Crum” author Lee Maynard, titled “The Pale Light of Sunset: Scattershots and Hallucinations in an Imagined Life.” As for my own fictional memoir? It may not altogether be factual, it may be fictional. It may also be true, or may try to be true. You can be the judge of that. To keep up, you could subscribe to the blog, you know, via e-mail or RSS. Just cursor up to the upper left-hand corner there, where it says  “subscribe: Posts | Comments | Email “ Or click it right here. Yep, that’s it. You may begin  “WHAT HAPPENED” at the beginning, or anywhere in between.

WHATHAPPENED | a fictional memoir
About ~ Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 3.5 ~
Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 5.5 ~ Chapter 6

Some people are crazy. Then…. there are these guys. The must-see video of the week, OK Go’s “This Too Shall Pass.” (Don’t be deterred by the opening scene. It isn’t blood). PS ~ And sorry if you’ve seen it already, you and, at last count, 3,467,738 other viewers at YouTube:

“Since the beginning of man, the hours between the coming of night and the coming of sleep have belonged to the tellers of tales and the makers of music.”

~ Performer Walter Craft’s business card
(I recall Walter telling me that some crazy-looking fellow came up to him on the streets of New Orleans and said this to him. It ever after became his signature line. P.S. – His card also says something worthy of note to all singers-songwriters: ‘Serve the Song.’)