Edwin ‘Caesar’ Clark let the knock go unanswered for a full minute before he went to the door. He was clutching his Browning 9mm automatic pistol, as he couldn’t be too careful these days. Journalists of his breed had a short life expectancy. His last major article had gotten a senator killed...Full Story

Papa always rode home in his old Suzuki motorcycle. He would perch on it like a proud king, his hands gripping the handles firmly, and his back straight up as if he had swallowed a flat board. And there was always character in the way he climbed on or off of the motorcycle; one leg raised high and over the seat, like the boys practicing karate at the church, then arching swiftly and landing precisely on the pedal...Full Story