Tag: books

Gunny C.Part Four

“I realize I have a drinking problem and I am asking for help to stay sober today.” With these words, or words very much like them, Gunny C stepped forward and received a white plastic disk about the size of a poker chip. Gunny C accepted his first “surrender...

Gunny C. Part Three

Long before C even thought of joining the Marine Corps, he was a boy growing up in Birmingham, Alabama. He was tall, for his age, the bulk of him I knew wouldn’t develop until later in his life. He was embarrassed of his large hands and over-sized feet. He...

Gunny C. Part Two

Gunny C was a Marine. He was a cook, by training, and a good one. He was the NCOIC (Noncommissioned Officer In Charge) of one of the best run dining facilities on Camp Lejeune. He and the unit had received several compliments, “Atta-boys,” and Letters of Recognition. Gunny C...

Gunny C

“I don’t belong here.” The voice sounded as if it rose up and out of a well.  I shifted my gaze from the paperwork on my desk and filling the doorway to my office was the largest man I have ever seen.  He stood six foot eight in socks,...

A Taste

Several have asked me how the new book is coming and it’s almost finished.  I thought I’d give you all a taste.  Let me know what you think.     He captured her attention as he ambulated along the sidewalk. “Ambulating,” she whispered the word to herself, “such a...

“Damned Buttons”

The summer I was sixteen, I alternated with my Dad driving my little sister to Fargo, North Dakota.  She had qualified for the High School National Finals Rodeo.  Our 1969 Chevy half-ton was loaded with the full sized camper that housed not only the three of us, but also...

Road Trip – Sort Of

In the days before eBooks and blogs, when an author wrote a book, the first task was to garner attention and hopefully book sales. Authors were known to stake out shopping centers, book stores and anywhere else they thought they could slow down the pedestrians long enough to tell...

Meet My Mom

My mother died when she was thirty six years old.  I was nineteen.  No, this is not a feel sorry for me because I was so young kind of story, my sister and brother were younger.  I will admit I spent way too much time being angry at God...

For Christmas, I Got a Blog

About three weeks before Christmas my middle daughter Emily asked me what I wanted.  Without putting much thought into the question, I simply said, “How about a book that will help me become a better writer.” I was thinking she would get me a reference book on verbs, adverbs...