by JHowatt | Oct 19, 2020 | Crime Writing
June 1984. I hadn’t noticed the man in back of me as I stood in line to pay for my breakfast at the Miramar Hotel in Santa Barbara – home of the famed Santa Barbara Writer’s conference. I’d just spoken to the young man who’d waited on our table about the difference... 
by JHowatt | Oct 10, 2020 | Life Style
August 31, 1984. I’ve never been a big fan of birthday parties, birthday cake, birthday bottles of perfume, and a day that celebrates getting older. But Detective John St. John believed in birthdays as much as I believed in the ASPCA, voting, the value of long walks,...