Stories from Jack Siler

In 1986 I returned to Kenya where I’d lived and traveled before. It had always been a magic place. Nairobi was just a ...

What I thought I was, was a young playwright, but that’s another story. While I was in that mode, however, a lot of in...

When I was an adjuster in the little town of Sarasota in the Fifties there were 2 exceptional orthopedic surgeons, Bob G...

I walked into MacDonald's, ordered a Big Mac cheeseburger, paid for it, ate it and forgot it in 5 minutes. My body grew ...

Shortly after I got to Paris I made friends with a young Frenchman named Philippe. He was from a very wealthy French fam...

I was your friendly disaster man. I called myself the Roof Dancer. Usually I was on one of the first planes in after the...

I've always been an opponent of style per se. The bathing suits of 1900 looked silly by 1920. The hairdos of the mid XX...

I spent a year studying painting at the Art Department of the University of New Mexico. The wild west was still tailing ...

A Christmas Story Version II After Sarasota’s growth to a major city, I moved to Paris where Thanks...