Brewster Avenue Dead Man's Club

What's Important? You're an old man and your days are numbered, so how do you live them? What's important? He's a young man, drunk, unlucky in love and heartbroken, breaking windows on Main Street when the limousine pulls to a stop and an old man gets out. "What are you doing?" The old man asks, and so begins the unexpected friendship between this young man, Boomer, and a group of old guys who live in a house together on Brewster Avenue. A big beautiful house. "We're like a fraternity, or a brotherhood, or a club," Kenneth, one of the old men, explains. "Each of us have been left behind by the one we loved, we've all been widowed, and now we live together for friendship and to look out for each other. We're The Brewster Avenue Dead Man's Club," Kenneth says with a laugh, "because at any moment, any of us could be dead." No longer wanting to live with his girlfriend who cheated on him, and not having anywhere else to go, Boomer accepts the offer from the old men to stay in their basement until he gets a place of his own. What Boomer doesn't know is that he's beginning one of the most transformative journeys of his life, that while living with these old men, they will mentor him and teach him all of the great wisdom they have garnered through the years, showing Boomer what it means to be a decent human being, how to live one's life with integrity, how to overcome difficulties, and how to enjoy and savor the precious time that you have while you're here - showing him the answer to the greatest question that any of us could ever ask: What's important?
About the Author: An Interview With Myself This interview first appeared in my head October 30th, 2009 How long have you been writing? Who am I? How can I ask myself questions? There are people who want to know, the audience. I've been writing since sixth grade. I'm prolifically unpublished. Why do you write? I write because I want to know how it turns out. I write because it's my answer to impermanence. I write because I don't feel like I have a choice. I write because writing helps me know myself. I write because writing helps me keep in touch with my humanity and the humanity of this world. I write because the world has so much suffering. I write because we can all live with more kindness and compassion and grace. I write so that others will know that they're not alone. I write because it moves me. I write because writing is a gateway to my heart. Nice. That was nice. Thanks. You're welcome. What do you write about? What gives life meaning? How can we live more fully and with more happiness? That's it? I write about people realizing the ways in which they have been their own worst enemies, then realizing that they are also their own best friends. I write about the great abyss that all of us are standing before and how we do, or do not, look at it. I write about loss. Of course, what I'm writing about, is my own heart. The struggles, joys, difficulties, loves and hardships of my own heart. Why are you publishing your work yourself? I'm not good at targeting the right market and then sending my writing to the right person. That doesn't interest me. I just want to write. The business of writing, well, it's a lot of business. I don't want to be in business. I want to write. What wants to be written is what gets written What's the next step for your writing? I'd like to find a publisher and an editor (laughing). Everything I've written is very raw. That's good in its own way. It's pure. It's straight from my heart, but I'm very much not an editor. I'm a writer. To me they're two very different jobs. I write and just let it all come out. Are you working on any current projects? Always. Until I'm dead.