Toe Knee Stories

A place to waste some time

Liar Liar – Pants on Fire

Forgive me, I’m an accountant.  It’s a problem that the therapy and
drugs have failed to cure.

Thou Shall Not lie

This story belongs to my sister, Margaret, but she’s not here to defend it. So here goes.

Choking

I once committed murder with a violin on public radio.      It changed my life forever.

Cabin Fever

The ceiling started talking to him in September.

Finding Solly

Years ago the Chicago police pulled me over and I found myself living in Nelson Algren’s world.

Niles

He was conceived in an ice fishing shack on Riley’s Bay. 

Francisco

On a summer day in 1980 while driving back to the office in my fifteen year old TR6, a British sports car, I realized no one taught me anything about any of this.

Anna and the Baby

When I was in college I took a part time job intending to learn banking.  I learned about more than just finance.

Something Different

Toe Knee Stories have been written to be read at open mics.

The Irish Sports Page

Obituaries, you gotta love them.

My mother used to call them the Irish Sports Pages.  Others have called them the Irish Comics or the Irish Racing Form.

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