The Slippery Slope of DramaA man who minds his own business seldom makes the news. He goes to work. He comes home. He pays his bills and keeps his peace. There is nothing in that to feed people who hunger for noise. So they leave him alone—for a while. Then they grow bored, and they begin to talk.Drama starts small. It nearly always does. A sente

“One Life, One Face”A person can live two lives and never meet either one.There is the one sent into town. Good posture. Clean hands. Says the right things. Laughs at the right jokes. Knows which words are safe in the daylight. People nod when this person talks. They say this one is respectable, reasonable, solid. That is the public self.​The

They Weren’t There. But They Want It All.By John Stone The song is called “They Weren’t There (But They Want It All).” Roy Dawson sings it. His band plays it like they’ve lived it. Maybe they have.It starts with a slide guitar. Slow. Mean. The kind of sound that doesn’t ask for your attention — it takes it. Then comes the voice. Tired