Notes From The Mad Abstract Dark. My Favorite Author Of Our Time Has Died. I discovered some extraordinarily sad news this morning. One of the men I admired most in the world, my favorite contemporary author, Tom Piccirilli, died of brain cancer last month. So I just wanted to write a little something to say, rest in peace. I enjoyed trading emails from time to time.

Although I cheat a little bit to get there. This is bachelor cooking at its besst. Of course, to begin with, you need a kitchen. You need an implement of destruction to prevent any sticking to the bottom.

Two years ago today, April died. She was, and still is, a love. Although, she was a bit bratty as a little girl. But she had huge blue eyes and blonde ringlets, and loved to color. There was always something off about him. My dad and my other uncle had been in the armed forces; Dad in light infantry .

My little scribbles about the big world around me. There will be running water, they said. I got home to a sign on the door saying, there will be some pipe changing going on in the building Oct. 7th, which may cause some fluctuations in the quality and quantity of my running water. The running water would be fine again at midnight on that day. Okay, not a big deal. My morning shower was terrific. Did someone say cold showers are healthy? By this time th.