In the late 1950s, something went terribly wrong for Riley. So wrong that he dragged his wife (kicking and screaming) out of NY.

I found a page of my father's journal, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I read it over and over. I remember our talks about her.

Victor Shepard had stories to tell. He loved to gossip. "Your father was the horniest man I've ever met," Victor said.

Riley was young in the mid-1940s. New York offered him many fantastic opportunities to find work and meet new people.

Since masks are on everyone's mind around here, what better time to attempt to list all the names my father used throughout his life.

The most productive nation in the world, yet unable to properly feed, clothe, and shelter a third of its population. --- Riley Shepard 1938

“They had begun to consider the Government of the United States as a mere appendage to their own affairs. We know now that Government by...

My Dad introduced me to Colonel Tom Parker, telling Parker that it was my 16th birthday."Oh? Sweet sixteen and never been kissed?"

If I hadn't submitted my story to the Hidden Brain podcast, I don't think I would have ever been reunited my father's missing boxes again.

30 years ago, my father wrote me a letter emphatically explaining that there's no such thing as free will.