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About this story: People do strange things. I am one of them. Don't call the police on me. I'll fix it.

I wasn't a man, until my father died. That day changed everything in my life. Now I have a daughter… And I am beginning to understand… What I put my parents through… In terms of worrying alone. Sometimes… I just want to play dead.

Have you ever known someone briefly...then they were taken away suddenly? It's not like a family member. It's different. But still leaves you hurting.

"I lost a big battle this morning. The battle was whether to stay in bed and take it easy all day or tell you about Bill Klase and Jack Swift. It is the Summer of 1972 and I am with two of the most wonderful guys I have ever met. It is Florida, St. Petersburg, a beautiful, sunny day. I am at Bill Klase's house and Jack Swift is there. We are standing next to Jack's shiny new sports car, and Bill is smiling, and I am smiling, and Jack Swift is smiling. All is well and wonderful in the world for that one moment...."

Today I spoke with a dead woman. Or rather, she spoke to me and I listened. To be more specific, today a dead woman spoke to me, through a medium of sorts. Not a psychic. The woman who brought the dead woman to life, was an actress. Not just any actress, but a magnificently talented one. Perhaps I should explain….

Jerry "Boogie" McCain was one of the last of the old Blues Musicians. He had three ways he could kill you. The best was with that blues harp. You don't want to know about the other two. I was fortunate enough to live in the same town as him and to talk with him just weeks before he died. This is what I know of him, and of his life, death, and funeral. I went to the funeral, and followed him all the way to his last resting place. By doing so I was present when the most important thing about Boogie was made known

This is a short memoir about the time Elvis came into my father's "Greasy Spoon" Cafe... and about the tragic end of the girl in Florence, Alabama, that he had come to see.

Have you ever done anything incredibly stupid? But someone comes along and with an incredible act of kindness...and without judging you...helps set your world right again? Meet "The Bread Man". He is not what he seems.... And what he does will surprise and inspire you...and give you hope...that no matter how bad a situation you get yourself into...someone cares.And that someone...just might be a perfect stranger.

While a kid in Germany... A completely naive young American army brat... I saw a young Jew get beat up badly. But don't jump to conclusions... It is wrong to do so. Read the story first. And only then judge....

This is a horrible, true story. One person called it "gruesome". I agree with that statement. It is a story not for the faint of heart. Turn back now, if that is you. What it really is though, is a strong dose of reality. Not of just how frail life is and how quickly and horribly it can end, but also of how cold and inhumane people can be to each other. People in both low and high positions. You have been warned. I have told this story as I have heard it. All names have been changed except my own.

What you are about to listen to is part of an unpublished novel, based on the absolute worst time of my life: The Winter of 1988-89. It was such a bad time, so many bad things happened all at once, that I am very surprised that I did not kill myself, or someone else. I seriously thought about doing both. As God only knows if I will ever finish the whole novel, I wanted to share at least part of it, this part, with the world. What you are about to read is true. I was so bad off I was seeing and talking to "Jesus" at the time.

From the author of a top 100 Free for Kindle eStory "The Killing of Train-Man Brown" and "Then Her Wig Fell Off" and "Send Me a Friend", "Slow Foreplay on a Fast Bus", and many, many other stories comes... "Carabella: Beautiful Face of My Father - My Mental Breakdown on I-65 South." A short memoir of a family that must have been out of their minds to do what they did - be completely spontaneous for one brief moment in their lives... describing the adventure it took them on... And the memory it created that lives on in one son's heart.

I was only 17 - a white kid green as they come - when I first met Walker Brown. Everybody called him "Train-Man Brown" or just "Train-Man". Not Trainman - that was too soft. The emphasis was on "Man". A black man, he had evidently kicked more than a few butts in his lifetime of working in the moving mail cars, and had earned quite of bit of respect along the way. It was assumed he was crazy - but I never believed it, not for a moment. And he was the only one who would help me, as I struggled to do my best on "The Gravy Train".

Have you ever had something happen to you that defies all logic? That happened to the author and a friend, when they went to the sleepy little Southern town of Pulaski,Tennessee, to watch the Klan...And ended up...You will have to read it to believe it - or disbelieve it - yourself.

What it is really like to spend time with a homeless person, in the city that was once known as "Bombingham." Will Bevis is a prolific writer of short, sometimes controversial "Slice of Life" stories, articles, essays and memoirs that make you feel you are right there, experiencing the story as it it happens.