The last three weeks were busy ones. I mentioned places I’d be going in my last post. I made all of those plus more. To all of you I met during the Open Mic series of events in Jacksonville, thanks for your cordial hospitality. A special thanks to very special friends Christina and Randy for putting up with me as their house guest and to Caryn Suarez for doing her usual magnificent job in setting up and running the events that were the kick-off for Open Mic.
Just a reminder, Open Mic is a book comprised of twenty Florida author’s works selected and donated for inclusion in this volume (a chapter from one of my “to be pubed” books is in it) whose sales are used to benefit the Optimus Literary Institute of America that attacks illiteracy. You can obtain a copy of the book and help a great cause at http://CDSPublicity.com
Know what a Graphite Avenger is? I’m one. It’s the name my son invented for our “good ol’ boys” fishing and hunting club. We schedule one trip a year to some unique destination one member chooses.
The Avengers are a combo of good friends with a generational twist. My son and grandson are members as are my best friend, his son, son-in-law, and grandson. So is my boy’s frat brother and best friend. We have a great time whether we catch fish or not. This year’s destination was in the Apalachicola area of Florida’s panhandle. The weather was uncooperative – cold – rainy – VERY windy. We had a great time, however, telling lies to each other and eating oysters, steak and shrimp.
The high point of my last couple of weeks was my opportunity to visit with the Naples Rotary Club in its beautiful meeting place in the Naples Beach Hotel. What a great group of ladies and gentlemen! I discussed some of the little known historical facts contained in my new book Blue Water, Red Blood which will be released by my publisher on May 1st. This “near history” novel high-lights how events in Florida and bizarre coincidences combined to shape world events. If the question…How did the 1928 hurricane, the Brooklyn Bridge, a Christmas cocktail party, a man who’s anger earned him the name “Howlin’ Mad, and a wealthy boy with nothing to do combined to help win WW II?…intriques you…read the book!