Greetings and Welcome to my page.I am a former DJ, Bouncer, Bartender and Night Club manager in Ft Laud and Ohio. I've been a cab driver, flipped burgers, pizza maker, dishwasher, truck driver, puppeteer, martial arts instructor and Police Officer.I provided the voice for radio commercials for the various haunted house projects and other Halloween functions and made numerous appearances as "The Count" hence the nickname. I have been very active in community theater since the 80's and played every bad guy you can name. Yes, Halloween is my favorite holiday. Yes,I have been collecting vampire/Dracula memorabilia and dressing in black long before it became stylish and had a name. You were not called Goth back then,you were called freak, fag or weirdo and many other endearing names.If you could quote lines from movies and name the actors you were gay. If you could remember who played 3rd string tackle for the Miami Dolphins in 1977 and his stats, you were one of the boys.. I was never one of the boys. Between my travels, involvement with the theater, haunted house project, and being a mobile DJ for parties and weddings I have wealth of stories I would like to share them.Want to chat? If I am on I will respond.My stories are a mix of what I have seen and experienced while others are pure fantasy.
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It was not a great Summer. The girl I was seeing decided to seek greener pastures and I fought with my buddy Dr. Radio about the way he ran his mobile DJ business. We had a verbal disagreement which ended with my quitting and stopped taking his phone calls. It was on the Friday of that week that I headed out to drown my sorrows at a well known and lively bar/ restaurant named the "Fast...
Added 31 Aug 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 181 | 2 Comments
It has been another long and miserable day ferrying scrap metal and hazardous materials across the state and I am tired. I don't complain much, as it still it beats driving over the road because I am home every night. I activate the remote for the garage and slow the Harley down so I don't have to come to a dead stop to wait for the door to open. The absence of my wife's car reminds me that...
Added 24 Feb 2020 | Category General | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 270 | 6 Comments
I cannot recall if I ever related this story on here as I couldn't find it. So with Halloween right around the corner, I feel compelled to tell it. This incident occurred sometime in the late-'70s when haunted houses had become the in thing for many organizations to help fund their other projects, I think that the Jaycees were among the first to discover it. I joined one of the local...
Added 27 Oct 2019 | Category Humor | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 357 | 2 Comments
I can't recall the year but I was out of work just as the Summer was beginning. Back before the internet, job seekers were forced to peruse the morning and evening paper. I happened to come across an ad for a day camp counsellor and called the number. A very nice lady answered and I was asked to come in for an interview. I raced across town and was soon sitting opposite a very attractive...
Added 12 Aug 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 507 | 7 Comments
Now the story goes that my middle brother Tom was treating our youngest one, Fred to lunch at our favourite twenty-four restaurant. He had heard us talk about it and was excited to visit the place that we frequented. Now despite it being the end of the lunch rush, it was still crowded when they arrived, but a booth was located and cleaned as they waited. As they were escorted to their...
Added 26 Mar 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 596 | 1 Comment
We called him Don Magill which was not his real name. Short of wearing a sign that read "Cosa Nostra" he couldn't have been more obvious, well at least to me. He was always impeccably dressed and barbered. He had a deep gravely voice with just a trace of an Italian accent. His car was a long black Caddilac. He held court every afternoon at one of the local twenty four hour restaurants. If...
Added 30 Jan 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,097 | 4 Comments
I had finally accepted the fact that I was never going to break into the broadcasting industry on a full-time level. I lacked a college background and had no desire to spend a couple of thousand dollars and attend a school for broadcasting. I still got plenty of work providing my wide range of voices for commercials and as a result, I became known to many program directors and station...
Added 15 Aug 2019 | Category Humor | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 381 | 2 Comments
It was a beautiful Saturday in June when I received a call from dispatch. It seems a bus driver had three youngsters on her coach that were a little too young to be on their own. The female driver had called her dispatcher who in turn dispatched me. I was to intercept the bus and wait for the parents to arrive. I caught the bus on a regular layover and had the kids exit the coach. It seems...
Added 09 Sep 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 669 | 1 Comment
Warning: Very coarse language used in two places. One of the best jobs I held prior to my days in law enforcement was working for an armoured car company. I drove an older armoured truck that would take a tank to dent. The hours were good and the pay was decent. It was one of the only places that I would come into work on my off days if asked. We spend our days picking up and delivered...
Added 30 Jul 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 479 | 2 Comments
So here I am limping my way into the local ER. It was a typical bar fight, and as a bouncer, I had to intercede. The antagonist decided to flee before the police arrived and I decided to chase and hold him. In the semi-darkened street I misjudged the height of the curb and stumbled, but I ignored the pain in my foot and kept moving. I caught him and walked him back to the front of the bar...
Added 22 Jul 2018 | Category Memoirs | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 495
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