by Jeffrey K. Walker | Oct 3, 2021 | Blog, Tales of Skeeterville |
Americans have a long and persistent habit of hyphenating themselves. Polish-American, African-American, Taiwanese-America. I’m Irish-American or Scottish-American, depending on the nearest ethnic holiday or who’s buying the drinks. All Things Scottish I... by Jeffrey K. Walker | Jul 5, 2020 | Blog, Tales of Skeeterville |
It’s hot. And humid. I mean feels-like-walking-through-boiled-molasses hot summer. Not just here in Virginia, according to Weather Underground, but the entirety of the Perspired States of America. It’s just turned July. Yikes. Let us give thanks to all deities and... by Jeffrey K. Walker | May 26, 2019 | Blog, Tales of Skeeterville |
[You can read more stories from Skeeterville HERE.] I just spent a week back in my old hometown of Skeeterville. Maybe it’s just me, but either everybody there has gotten much cooler or I’m much less of a jerk than I was in high school. I’m open to either possibility.... by Jeffrey K. Walker | Nov 11, 2018 | Blog, Voices from the First World War |
You can read all my “Voices from the First World War” posts HERE. Today, 100 years have passed since the guns fell silent in France, marking the end of the First World War. The Great War. The War to End All Wars. Since I’ve been writing historical fiction... by Jeffrey K. Walker | Jul 1, 2018 | Blog, Tales of Skeeterville |
[You can read more stories from Skeeterville HERE.] It’s hot. And humid. I mean feels-like-walking-through-boiled-molasses hot. Not just here in Virginia, according to Weather Underground, but the entire eastern half of the Perspired States of America. It’s just...
