Once upon a time, Dear Readers, Many years before you were born, after the Romans left and skedaddled back across the channel, I grew up in the land you call England. Back then we called it Brittania. My name is Emery of Westbury. I was 14 at the time, wanting
They used to introduce me as "And in the black trunks, at 235 pounds of magnificent "manstrosity", ladies, hold on to your heartstrings... heeeerrrrrrre's Granite!" Tryin' to be a pro wrestler, I chased all the preliminary matches I could, in a lot of
Some free advice for you, if you're a middle aged guy and single. Sometimes it's best to just lose yourself in your job, hopefully you have one, and be kind to people when you can. That's what I do. Me? I'm a
Where were you in 2020? I was "born" that year, when Len Koepsell published his first volume of short stories for movie mavens, or perhaps, more clearly stated, "stories for people who like movies". You can find me in the first story entitled "I'
Hey Guys, Am I right? Any guy who drives around town in an XKE like this must be successful. Right? The heart wants what the heart wants. Right? If she only understood my dream…she wouldn’t have ditched me. Right? All axioms of a young man-child trying to be
We all grew up in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, my two younger brothers and me. As a kid, I liked softball more than soccer. By middle school, I followed box-score stats of my favorite Phillies; Chase Utley and Ryan Howard. In high school, I broke a few bats, playing hardball with the
Two life-affirming stories of ordinary people in extraordinary situations. The Golden Flyswatter takes us to a retro dive bar in Santa Monica, California, where young Natalie Schoenfeldt, an ingenue from Wisconsin, gets a job cocktailing. She soon realizes that the patrons are not who they seem, and Hollywood opportunities may
My girlfriend says I should post something here about who I am in Len Koepsell’s audiobook, The Golden Flyswatter, So, here goes, dudes. Brody here, going public. You’ll meet me, twenty-five at the time, tending bar and regretting my athletic failures. I was just starting to feel good
Where would Little Red Riding Hood be without the big, bad wolf? Every story needs a bad guy, a rule breaker, a dangerous predator. In Len Koepsell’s new audiobook, The Golden Flyswatter, coming soon to Spotify, that, I’m happy to say, would be me, Roman Destino. I’m
My name is Jeremy Lanton. Please allow me to introduce myself. I’ve been a cellist with the Santa Monica Symphony. I was asked to join by special invitation, since I’m a foreigner, from France. After moving to the area, I also picked up a few private students on
Don’t read this if you’re under fifty. Everybody gets old. All you seniors out there know that. When my wife Sarah died, I thought I might as well die too. We’d been married for thirty-one years. Met her in ’46 and married her five years later. We
Hey, you wayward souls out there. What’s up? Don’t know your names, but if you’re reading this, I’m thinkin’ maybe you enjoy hearing about the troubles of others. Or, maybe you just enjoy a good story. Either way, here’s my tease. I always hated the
Remember the first boy you kissed? I do. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I was fifteen. He was a senior. I wanted to grow up fast, but before I knew it, he was gone, moved away. I barely had a chance to say goodbye. Len Koepsell’
Did you ever try to help somebody out and find out later you were really helping out yourself? It’s funny how sometimes one thing leads to another. Yeah I know, lending a hand can lead to something bad, but sometimes it can lead to something good. Anyway, I was
Hey it’s Vic here again from Len Koepsell’s novel, Three Strikes, You’re Dead with some parting thoughts for you divorced people out there. So you made a mistake. So someone did you wrong. Ready for a story about getting it right the next time? In Three Strikes,
When you finish reading Len Koepsell’s novel, Three Strikes, You’re Dead, I’ll still be down here in Cartagena, Columbia, making things right but never talking about it. I can’t tell you my real name. It’s about my reputation as a doctor here in Cartagena, Columbia.
If you’re a baseball fan you probably have heard of Mr. Rentaria. I’m Diego León in Len Koepsell’s novel Three Strikes, You’re Dead. I’m a crew chief umpire for the Winter League here in Colombia. I’m also what you’d call an in-country babysitter
Hey there, macho gringo guy. If you make it to my part of Len Koepsell’s novel, Three Strikes, You’re Dead, you’ll see me in action. My name is Nadia. I’m a very discreet, private escort. I’m doing it to earn money to get into modeling.
I couldn’t throw heaters in the 90’s and my control sucked. We’re talkin’ baseball. I grew up in southern Cali, wanting to be a pitcher like Don Sutton, but I wasn’t good enough. What could a Chinese teenager growing up in southern California do to stay
We all grew up in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, my two younger brothers and me. As a kid, I liked softball more than soccer. By middle school, I followed box-score stats of my favorite Phillies; Chase Utley and Ryan Howard. In high school, I broke a few bats, playing hardball with the
You haven’t met anyone like me, not if you haven’t bought a used car off a lot in a small town, if you haven’t walked into a backwater radio station and hung out with the DJ while he’s spinning 45s, if you haven’t argued pitches
You go through school thinking you’ll grow up to be something, something you always wanted to be. Then life hits you and wow, you end up being something completely different. Hey, I’m Whitney, Whitney Westin. I’m happy to be reaching out to you from the pages of
