THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter LXVII

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter LXVII

My time at night, before sleep and thankfully not during sleep, I thought about things that were occurring, and the less sense they made the more I couldn’t stop lying awake trying not to think about them. “I’m not that special,” I thought, lying there, not realizing...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book II, Chapter XLIII

THE COWARDLY LION, Book II, Chapter XLIII

My wife told me that I had to let the incident between Gates and me go, or I might potentially ruin everything. My argument against that was simply one of trying to live in a state of helplessness. Following Vietnam, I was being made to feel like an important man by...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter IX

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter IX

The driver of the Lincoln limo was a man I didn’t recognize from the compound, but then I wasn’t surprised. I circulated among but knew very few of the men and women who constantly flowed in, through and around the Western White House and its grounds. I was so low on...