Shoulder Pads and Stick Pins

I have a lot of ideas for blogs that have yet to be drafted. I have notes written on what I want to say, and a few of them are going to require me to dive deep into the expanse of the mind. So, I thought I'd go with a lighter one today. Next week…

Time Machine

Driving around town, my car turned into a time machine and reversed me back 20 years … 25 years … 30 years … 35 years.  Stop! There she is, standing in front of her old stomping grounds at the mall. The Triumph song rings in her head , “She’s young now, she’s wild now, she…

Mystical Tours 5

Peek Inside a Secret Diary Click to read Mystical Tours from the beginning The next morning, my friend Nancy insisted we visit the hotel on my day off to try to find members of the band, REO Speedwagon. More specifically, the lead singer. Because management worried I might knock on Kevin's door and jump him,…

Mystical Tours 4

Peek Inside a Secret Diary Click to read Mystical Tours from the beginning My shift ended at seven o’clock, and I needed to find something to keep me busy until my idol arrived. I ate dinner in the employee cafeteria then sat at the bar for a drink. The hotel bar Around eight-thirty, Bill stopped…

Mystical Tours 3

A Peek Inside a Secret Diary Read Mystical Tours from the beginning here I bit my lower lip, stunned by Bill’s news about REO staying at the hotel where I worked. Suppressed rage fought to escape. It took less than five minutes for me to lose the battle. Anger rushed up from my toes, dashed…

Mystical Tours 2

A Peek Inside a Secret Diary Click to read Mystical Tours from the beginning A few weeks later, I lumbered out of bed to prepare for my job at a posh hotel in suburban Chicago. While showering and dressing, I lamented over my pitiful life. At nineteen-years-old, I lived with my parents and worked full-time…

Mystical Tours 1

         Mystical Tours by L. Virelli A tale taken from my real life diary. Howie Dewin, 1 … Howie Dewin, 2 … Dick Tator. I typed the strange names into a computer at work—hotel reservations for several different people. Tension knit between my brows. Who on earth used such ridiculous names? I continued to type.…

A Peek Inside a Secret Diary

During another era, in a different century, I got to meet my idol. I was nineteen years old. For a long time now, I've wanted to write a story about it but wasn't sure I had enough material. I wrote a diary when I was younger (now I'm young, then I was younger), and figured…