Spell checkers do not approve of the word “semiquincentennial.” I however, approved of the event, as I demonstrated by consuming bacon-wrapped hotdogs and drinking a moderate number of cans of beer. Well, borderline immoderate, perhaps. I was only seven during the bicentennial, so my memories are scattered and vague. I believe that was the year… Continue reading Semiquincentennial
If Ken Lizzi has a quest it is to help infuse a pulp sensibility into 21st Century fiction