With all the constant headlines about Russia, I made an effort to seek out books that examined criminal enterprises in the former Soviet Union published prior to our current political obsession.
Four elderly gentlemen gather once a week to tell ghost stories by the fire in Peter Straub’s aptly-titled “Ghost Story,” a tale as old-fashioned as its main characters and frightening enough to give its readers a sleepless night or two.
Part of being an educated KISS fan is being ready to — at times — be ripped off. I’ve written extensively about my lifelong obsession with the masked rockers and I don’t think it’s at all incompatible to say that I have the utmost respect for Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley while also always being leery of their products.
The old “I’m going to move my professional sports team franchise if you don’t give me a stadium” scam has been pretty well covered in the mainstream media.