I share here some stories, though they are all true. Good stories are fiction, so these don’t really make that grade. But the truth of them burned something into me. I felt they might be stories, but I didn’t have the courage, or wisdom to fictionalize them. Maybe I thought there was some dishonesty in that. Maybe I still believed in the truth of things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In any event, here they are. I have changed details and names, including my own. I am Dr. Sid Hawthorne. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Getting Started<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Certificate of Death<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Mountain<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Old Men<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Alpha and Omega<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Thanksgiving<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n New Years<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Black Heelocopter<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Road<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Never End<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Alone<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Not Made for TV<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Hunting<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Poem #7<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n A Gun<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n