Eric Lanke

At nine-thirty I went down to the staff office to meet with Mary. She wasn’t there. At that moment, no one was there, everyone else evidentl...

In the maternity wards of Western civilization there is little chance of consolation … The newborn infant, with his skin crying out for the ...

The exhibit hall opened without a hitch, thanks in no small part to the efforts of Angie Ferguson. When I found her, thirty minutes before s...

This was a frustrating read. The subtitle has much to recommend (at least to me): Secret Brotherhoods and Their Influence on American Soci...

By the time I got back to the convention hotel, the registration desk we had set-up in the foyer of their biggest ballroom was open for busi...

I got more out of this book than I thought I would. It was another one of those books sent to me unsolicited, suspecting that I might want t...

I got out of there as quickly and as discreetly as I could. I wanted to avoid any possibly incriminating conversations with the other board ...