Ron Rhody: 4 books

“The child that is born on the Sabbath Day is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.” (Traditions of Devonshire, Nursery Rhyme, 1883) He brooked no insult, would not be cheated, would not be pushed around. He bent a knee to no man. He was the King of Craw and the powers-that-be wanted him...

They found her lying at the bottom of her cellar stairs, the left side of her head bashed in and her mouth stuffed with ashes. An old black flat-iron lay near by.I’d awakened and overheard all this lying in my bed in the dawn of a cold autumn morning as my Dad told my mother in a hushed voice...

Haunted by a murder he committed in the shadow of the State Capitol and depressed by the death of his best friend, Theodore O’Hara Clark, a prominent political columnist, abandons his career and runs, hoping to shake his demons and shred his depression.He is succeeding until the unexpected...

This is not a memoir. I would not presume to try to write a memoir. Memoirs are the province of people who are famous, or notorious, or otherwise of note. My wife has informed me that I am none of the these. So this is a story instead. What Woody thought emboldens me—Woody Guthrie, that master teller...