Best Of — GunCrank Diaries

Dramatis Personae

Means “The Guys Grom Bones In The Bearded Barley,” Okay? By John Connor Climb in your ’Way-Back Machine and navigate

Memories

Poppin’ Up Like Posies — Or Punji Sticks, Whatever … By John Connor Most people take casual strolls down Memory

The Sun Came Up

By John Connor Late October 2016: I found myself facing two distinctly disparate yet strikingly similar events. Both featured cackling

A Kiss Goodbye

By John Connor Call him Dan. It’s one syllable of his real name. He was an American veteran. He died

My Heros

You’ve Got Your Role Models — I’ve Got Mine By John Connor Look up there to the left. Yup; it’s

The Christmas Coundrum

Shopping for Salt-Crusted Sarcastic Savages. By John Connor The crude cackling continued out back as I stepped into the kitchen.

MUH INFLOONSHEZ?

—Yeah, I Gotz Sum— By John Connor Only a few people in publishing know me on sight, and it’s okay