Signal Drift

Signal Drift: Chapter 7

Cronauer’s breath fogs in the cold air as he weaves through ghost towns, surviving on instinct and static. But near Richland Center, he hears something unmistakable—a clipped broadcast about the Viroqua repeater going silent. It’s not just the words that catch him. It’s the style. Norm’s style. He’s close now. And if the roads still follow the old maps, Viroqua waits just over the ridge.

Chronicles

Radio Killed the TV Star

TV lost its grip on me the moment I started building something real. What began as a random idea over dinner turned into a working, browser-based music player built specifically for radio and set lovers. It’s raw, fast, focused — and free.

Signal Drift

Signal Drift: Chapter 6

Cronauer strung a short antenna wire into a tree, hands steady despite the chill. The rig crackled softly—static, static, then a voice.

“…Truax… holding south end of Park Street…”

His pulse jumped. That was Madison. That was someone alive.

He leaned in, trying to pull more from the ether, but the signal vanished like smoke.
Still, it was enough. He was heading the right direction. Tomorrow, Viroqua.

Uncategorized

When Ghosts Post to Your Feed

Somehow, my blog posts from Rolling with Scissors are showing up on both the official page and my personal one. I didn’t ask for it — but if it gets in your face, maybe that’s where it needs to be.

Chronicles

Broken Banks & Cart Crashes

A simple trip to the bank and grocery store turned into a full-on obstacle course—ATM failures, grocery cart collisions, unsolicited life stories, and the kind of customer service that makes you question reality. Welcome to a Monday in Florida.