I met Halsted on a summer backpacking trip through Europe in 1965. We saw each other across a crowded bar in Dublin. I was nursing a drink in a quiet corner and idly playing cards by myself while my friends danced. I looked up to find them and that’s when I saw him, leaning against the opposite wall. He smiled at me and raised his Continue reading →

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Underneath the Triple Tree there is a man who waits for me and should I go or should I stay my fate’s the same either way. Continue reading →

It’s a long story, but one you’ve never heard before. This story is about a place that dwells on the mountain; a place where bad things happen. And you may think you know about the bad things, you may decide you have it all figured out but you don’t. Because the truth is worse than monsters or men. Continue reading →