by mike | Apr 21, 2016 | Baseball, Books, Fantasy, Ghosts, Magical realism, Movies, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
Yes, I do write a lot about Field of Dreams, the best movie ever. Here is my original post, which I did in 2012. It began as a short story by Canadian author W.P. Kinsella in an anthology of baseball stories titled, Shoeless Joe Jackson Come to Iowa. Later on,...
by mike | Mar 14, 2016 | Baseball, Books, Editing, Historical Novels, Horror, Life, Publishing, Read & Critique, Thrillers, Uncategorized, Writing |
I had lunch last week with a horror writer from Maine. (No, not THAT horror writer.) Hank Garfield and his wonderful girlfriend, Lisa, were in San Diego for a vacation, as well as to visit some of Hank’s family. I hadn’t seen my old friend since he moved back to Maine...
by mike | Feb 8, 2016 | Baseball, Humor, Movie Lines, Movies, Native Americans, Sports Movies, Thrillers, Uncategorized |
I’ve seen some of my favorite movies so many times that I can recite much of the dialogue in a lot of them. Here are some more of my favorites. “I want you to round up every vicious criminal and gunslinger in the west. Take this down: I want rustlers, cutthroats,...
by mike | Jan 25, 2016 | Baseball, Movies, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
When it comes to the 2007 film, The Final Season, I can’t deny that I’m somewhat biased. I love baseball; my bride is from Iowa, where this true story took place; and I’m quite fond of the state, which I’ve visited numerous times in recent decades. The latter includes...
by mike | Oct 1, 2015 | Baseball, Death, Life, Travel, Uncategorized |
“You should always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours.” – Yogi Berra Jacqueline, my baseball-loving bride, suggested we go and see a ballgame at Yankee Stadium when we traveled to New York City for a wonderful family wedding/reunion in...
by mike | Oct 6, 2014 | Aging, Baseball, Death, Life, Uncategorized, Writing |
My dad, Murray Sirota, passed away at age fifty-nine in 1969, when I was just a mere slip of a lad—more or less. We knew it would happen; a couple of months earlier he’d been diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer, the end result of a lifetime of cigarette smoking, and...
