Harry Neil is not your ordinary California Desert Eccentric. He describes himself as a DRIT, a “desert rat in training,” and he eschews the superfluous things around him: Twitter, clothing, hip-hop, the right side of his full beard, etc. Harry is a retired computer programmer, and he is, he says, “probably the only man to have had a wet dream about a computer program.”
Harry gets much of his material from his birthplace in North Carolina’s Cape Fear Basin; however, he is a permanent desert transplant, preferring sidewinders to water moccasins and cactus to kudzu. Harry is especially happy writing melodrama or farce, but he is comfortable with other genres as well. This collections of “short pieces”—only some of which can be called “stories”—range far and wide, and have something for everyone.