Greg Cox's Writings
Strangers on a Train The man wanders down the aisle then back up again. His eyes strain to find her in the darkness of the theatre. The movie had begun and he had gotten there late. With tall images of black and white dancing before him, he starts at the top once more and carefully scans each row as he makes his way down. A clearing of the throat and a...
I live in Nashville Tn and once met Porter Waggoner. I'm really new at writing. I've written a few tunes. Nothing you've heard of unless you live within earshot of my music studio/bedroom. If so I'm very very sorry.