Robert Beckhardt

Robert Beckhardt

Life rarely prepares us for the ironies it rewards us with. I do not ignore the true luxuries of modern life, especially as it ages: time, space, silence. I have never, nor do I intend, to neo-mystically fondle a dolphin, become an endocrinologist or seek fame that is based on the unconscious ridicule of mass audience viewing.

Cahoots

Cahoots by Robert Beckhardt for Green Mountain Writers Review

Willoughby de Mèche and me, being born in the same town on the same day, and no more than a quick, 30-second-fuse apart, were naturally destined to grow up fast friends in Firecracker, Tennessee. But to me he was always…