I love the sounds of words, probably the first reason I became a writer.  Later I added the hope of causing folks to laugh and cry reading stories that I found fun to write.

I grew up in a carnival town, surrounded by characters who have grown on me like riotous vines, some blooming as moon flowers, others as morning glories; a few are thorny and dangerous to handle.  All are friends I intend to keep and love, or I would not trouble to write about them.

The highest and best use of words is the truth, itself a thorny vine.  Most people don’t handle the truth comfortably, most don’t believe it, about themselves, unless they do the telling.

    In “The Glow of the Past”  all of the people are real.  All of the action happened, either to me, or came down to me as gospel, which I give credence to and stand behind.

The people I knew in high school permanently affected my future for better and worse.  They were elements of fate.  The truth, as I remember it, is entertaining, not so illuminating as to have blinded me in the telling.

I hope "The Glow of the Past" will soothe the reader in the end.  Along the way, no doubt, I give events a measure of spark that might not have been apparent to anyone but me at the time.  Such events, I trust, remain bright enough to make the reading easy.  Click on the button below to read my first installment. Thank you.

Yours, a classmate, Bo Bryan

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Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
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Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV