Ginger Poet Adonis

—INTRODUCTION Jimmy Gauntt spent his senior year of college at the Queen Mary School in London studying English literature and acting. There, he met Dav Yendler who was spending a year abroad from the University of California, San Diego. They became good friends and took several classes together. Hilary, Brittany, Ryan and I went to [...]

Wheaton-The Bermuda Triangle

[Reverse SPOILER ALERT: Are you one of our many NEW weekend readers spending some quality time here? If so, I'd suggest reading some previously-published stories before continuing with this story --if-- you desire the "full effect." Those would be: McKenzie’s Field-Ole Ole Olsen, and Want To Go For A Ride?. Thanks, --Casey] If two points [...]

Happy Birthday, Barb

Happy Birthday, Barb By: Casey Gauntt and Brittany and Ryan Kirby On Saturday, July 28, 2012, I was in the garage of our house in Solana Beach sifting through boxes of some of my mother’s things we had recently brought over from her house in Encinitas. I was specifically looking for some photographs of my [...]

Happy Birthday, Sis

Introduction Before we get into the next story, Happy Birthday, Barb, there’s another one about birthdays that needs to be revealed first because of their uncanny similarities. You see, there was more to the story of The Letter than what has previously been shared. Something else happened on November 8, 2008— the day the letter [...]

Princess Gantt—For The Birds

Princess Gantt—For The Birds By: Casey Gauntt January 6, 2012 I awoke—well I got out of bed, I’d been awake for a half hour or so—around 6:30. I went downstairs to turn on the heater (we hate the autopilot), got the papers and came back upstairs to make coffee. Dating myself, I know. We continue [...]

Feline Portal Jumping

By Casey Gauntt December 2011 I’m pretty sure our cat lost her hearing. I’ve been conducting a series of experiments over the last several weeks and the results all seem to point to a diagnosis of stone-deaf. Originally named ‘Prince’ by our kids until the vet upon closer inspection begged to differ, Princess is 21 [...]

For Jon

For Jon By Casey Gauntt In the fall of 1973 during my second year of law school at the University of Southern California, as was the custom, I interviewed on campus with several Los Angeles law firms and was invited back for full day interviews to three or four of them.  Fortunately for me as [...]

The Ghostwriter

The Ghostwriter By Casey Gauntt Ghostwriter: A professional writer who is paid to write books, articles, stories, reports or other texts that are officially credited to another person. [Source: Wikipedia] Paranormal: Not scientifically explainable. [Source: Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary] Over the 2009 Christmas holiday my older brother, Grover, came to visit us in Solana Beach, [...]

Want To Go For A Ride?

Want To Go For A Ride? By Casey Gauntt [Reverse SPOILER ALERT: Are you one of our many weekend readers spending some quality time here? If so, I'd suggest reading some previously-published stories before continuing with this story --if-- you desire the "full effect." Those would be: The Letter, McKenzie’s Field-Ole Ole Olsen, and our [...]

Impossible Germany

Introduction.  Luke Adams and Jimmy Gauntt were close friends since they began tumbling around in diapers in 1984.  They even looked alike with their reddish hair, quick-to-burn fair skin, freckles and lanky athletic builds  Scotland’s Andy Murray and these boys could be mistaken for cousins.  Luke, a year older, was always slightly taller than Jimmy.  [...]

Let It Be

Introduction. My wife Hilary has always loved music. There are three songs, in particular, that have been running in and out of Hilary’s life. Here’s her story about one of them. Let It Be By: Hilary Gauntt Still deeply mourning our adored son Jimmy, we joined our friends Terri and Bill Stampley and Jill and [...]

Class of 1939

Introduction to the Class of 1939 Anthony “Tony” Valdivia maintains a list of the “active” members of his graduating class from University High School in West Los Angeles —at least those that he’s been able to stay in touch with. He’s been doing this for 73 years as one of the principal coordinators of the [...]

We See Jimmy in Each of You

The third annual Jimmy Gauntt Memorial Award celebration remembers the alumnus, a poet, musician and playwright, while recognizing stellar undergraduate seniors in USC Dornsife’s Department of English. By Michelle Salzman May 9, 2012 The Jimmy Award, named in honor of alumnus Jimmy Gauntt, recognizes outstanding seniors in the English department who have demonstrated a commitment [...]

The Iwo Jima Letter

Introduction About a year ago I ran across this wonderful story written by Aaron Burgin for the San Diego Union Tribune. It’s another true tale about a long forgotten letter that lay dormant in a box that travelled across the country for 67 years until its current, random, caretaker discovered the letter and decided to [...]

McKenzie’s Field- Ole Ole Olson Free

This is another story about growing up in Itasca, Illinois in the early 1960s. Like Fallout Shelter, it’s a story of near misses and ‘what-might-have-beens’ in our lives, juxtaposed against the stark, sobering realities of the direct hits we usually never see coming. This is the first of a trilogy of stories about my reconnection, 42 years later, with some of my closest friends as a child and teenager. I wrote McKenzie’s Field nine months after our son Jimmy died, and a year before some of my old friends began dropping back into my life, and I into theirs. It would take another two years for the seemingly random pieces of these stories to knit themselves together and leave us all shaking our heads in utter disbelief—and shear wonder.

Jimmy and Me

Jimmy and Me By John Dale August 15, 2008 If this were anyone else, I would have asked Jimmy to write this for me, so I would seem a much better writer. [boisterous laughter] Jimmy and I were writing partners and comedy partners since college, so forgive me if I am tempted to try to [...]

Fallout Shelter, My Ass (subtle)

Introduction: This is one of the stories about growing up in Itasca, Illinois, a peaceful, tiny town of 1,800 surrounded by soy bean and corn fields, and situated twenty miles west of Chicago. My generation, known as the Baby Boomers and comprised of the slug of children conceived by the millions of soldiers who had [...]

Dreams, Guitars and Highways

“I’m learning to pay attention to my dreams—especially the early morning ones that are too real to dismiss as just dream.” This story begins with Casey’s dream of his three month old grandson Wyatt James and a guitar. As he chases down the strands of the dream and some very real guitars and people associated with those instruments, Casey discovers uncanny connections among too many things previously thought as purely random that have occurred over the past several years, including some rather bizarre things he has in common with his muse, James Taylor. “It’s like connecting dots and finding out they were always right where they were supposed to be.” Here is Casey’s story about dreams, babies, James, guitars, highways and way too many coincidences.