This poem is a story about Jimmy and Sarah. Jimmy is the kind of boy who lives for the moment – the free-spirited type who tends…
Author: Trevor Hardwick
Today, I was talking to Erik of 10-4 Magazine on the phone and we were discussing an idea for a poem. Amidst our conversation, I commented…
Hey there, everyone! I just got back from an excellent weekend at the ATHS National Convention and Antique Truck Show in Reno. That was a huge…
Welcome to the unofficial start to summer folks! As I’m typing this in my house, a dedicated trio of hard-working youngsters are outside in my driveway…
This month I’m changing course a little bit, and I hope that you will all bear with me while I reach out to a specific driver…
I’m not exactly sure if this story could qualify as an April Fool’s joke or not, but since it describes an event that involves fooling someone,…
Welcome to March! I mean, it’s still wintertime, but not for much longer! I am eagerly looking forward to the spring. I’m sure we’re all familiar…
I must admit, this poem makes me laugh. It’s one of those double meaning kind of poems. If you read it one way, it sounds like…
Happy New Year, everyone! Hopefully, things are settling down and smoothing out for you, and your families are safely home from the long drives they made…
Welcome to December, everyone! I hope you had a good Thanksgiving and the roads treat you fair until Christmas. I was just flipping through some old…
Welcome to November, everyone! It’s not exactly my favorite time of year, since it’s just the beginning of the nasty weather season in the Pacific Northwest,…
By the time this issue hits the stands, it will be nearly a month since we lost a true legend in American cinema and in the…
Twenty-five years have come and gone, it really doesn’t seem that long. But look at everything that’s changed, and how the world’s been rearranged. In ‘93…
This month I decided to do a drawing, instead of a poem, in honor of my good friend, Steve Chandler (who just happens to be on…
Welcome to summertime – the time of the year when we trade snowflakes for bug splats on the windshield. I know that I tend to get…