There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there, telling me, I got to beware, I think it's time we stop, children, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down Stephen Stills, For What It’s Worth   Watching above the Bridge Attending Iowa University for dental school in the early 70s, I was safe from the draft and the possibility of placing my life in jeopardy amidst the steamy jungles of Vietnam. My sentiments were with those protesting the war, and I considered jumping into the fray. The consequences of such[...]

George “Bugs” Moran, the Chicago Prohibition-era gangster, an arch-enemy of Al Capone, and the uncle and confidant of Joseph P. Moran, MD, was alerted by relatives of an upcoming report by a nationally broadcast show in Chicago. He tuned in to the late November show and listened intently. Bugs knew there was so much more to the story and decided to set the story straight. He’d read the violent, serial killer classic The Killer Inside several years ago, written by noir detective novelist Jim Thompson. Bugs knew Thompson was a leading newspaper journalist. He called Thompson. Circling the drain, dying[...]

Dr. Joseph Moran, stunned by the blow to the back of his head, squirmed on the lakeshore beach. He was defenseless as Creepy rolled him over, removed his Colt handgun from the shoulder holster, rolled the six-shot chamber for effect, and plugged Doc in the forehead; blood gushed into the grains of sand. "Nice gun. Not much of a kick. Think I'll keep it," Creepy said to his colleague Fred Barker as he wiped the blood off the barrel and stuck it in the back of his waistband. Creepy chuckled, "Let's get Moran ready for his midnight swim. Gonna be[...]