Category Archives: Reading itself

I first heard about Richard Matheson back in the 60’s, when I watched a Saturday afternoon TV showing of The Incredible Shrinking Man. I was ten or so, and the cat scared me to death, ditto the spider. But, that ending…I was blown away, … Continue reading →

I turned 58 years old the other day. The horror, the horror. So, I gots to thinkin’ about which of the millions of books I’ve read (and it depresses me that phrase doesn’t read the “millions of dollars I earned” … Continue reading →