President Trump is President Tony-the-Tiger, making America Gr-r-reat again and everything is Gr-r-reat! You just can’t spell “gr-r-reat” this way without lots of red lines created by auto correct in Word Perfect. No doubt about it, I accept Trump… Read More ›
The American Thinker, Anthony Benvin, Otto Warmbier, Cool Hand Trump And The Punishment of Theft.
There is a reason I haven’t written any political articles since the last one I wrote, April of 2016 called Cool Hand Trump. https://elbrookman.com/2016/04/03/cool-hand-trumpi-can-eat-fifty-eggs/ It was plagiarized, the title, words, the idea stolen from me and twisted to… Read More ›
4 Exciting Facts You May Not Know About The Writer, EL BROOKMAN.
#4 While on a raucous night out in his youth in Washington D.C. with some of his buddies, he passed out. They bought a ticket at Union Station and placed him on a train. He woke up half way… Read More ›
The Jock And The Judge: Annapolis’ New Celebrity Royalty.
We all know the jock, Maryland’s favorite son, Baltimore Orioles’ great “The Iron Man” Cal Ripken Jr. When Ripken got his divorce following 30 years of marriage, put his $12 million dollar home in Reisterstown, with a baseball diamond on… Read More ›
A Clean, Well-Lit Room and an Elevator To Escape The “Nada.”
In a Hemingway’s short story he showed the way to escape the pain of the “nada.” In order to survive with dignity, to cheat the “nada,” one has to find a place, a pleasant place, “with the light, a certain… Read More ›
2016 “OLD MY ASS” AWARDS
As the year comes to a close, it is time to honor those who don’t stop pursuing life and actually show age is just a number. #10 (Feb.) Peyton Manning At age 39, became the oldest Quarterback to win a… Read More ›
Cool Hand Trump: “I Can Eat Fifty Eggs.”
In the opening scene of the 1967 movie Cool Hand Luke, Paul Newman’s character is seen cutting the heads off a small town’s parking meters, destroying two long rows of bureaucratic parking slot machines with no payout. It… Read More ›
The Night of Temptation Eyes
My teenage hormones were out of control. Every day I saw my brother Larry come and go in his new, mean-green AMC Javelin. A 343 cubic –inch, four-barrel V8, 280 horsepower machine that went from zero-to-sixty in less than… Read More ›
Bob Hope did a movie entitled “Son of Paleface,” about a northern city-slicker, graduate of Harvard, who went out west for the first time and entered a tough, western town on a miniature donkey. There is an establishment… Read More ›
Noir in a Small, Southern, Florida Town
How could I have known this night would lead to my hyoid twitching from the cold blade of a barber’s razor, and butchery amid the smell of Bolt Barbers Bay Rum? What takes place on a Friday night… Read More ›
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