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Thursday, June 25, 2015

Where are your teeth?

You know it's a busy day, or your running late or are completely frazzled. How? Halfway to work realize you forgot something.........................YOUR TEETH! IT was a grand day.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Internet Dating for Russian Brides.

June 20

My dearest, Kseniya. I’m so, so sorry I’ve been remiss in addressing your needs. It has been a busy yet productive week. Billy if block three became a dad which had us all giving him high fives. Unfortunately for him, he had a few outstanding poker debts and was forced to relinquish his fatherhood and marital status to Leroy in block C. Not sure his wife is pleased with the arrangement, but it beats being six feet under.

My team, The Coffin Crypters made the finals for the International Convicts Tournament. No this isn’t like the Freaker’s Ball by Doctor Hook and the Medicine Band. This is the real “World Serious” for hard felons only. We are a bit of a unique bunch to say the least.

 Well, we made it to the finals with a squad of twelve men. The other thirteen are in the infirmary recovering from the mis-timed brawl with the Cleveland Crunchers. I think it had something to do with Boris Kransky knifing their catcher, Mother Puss Bucket when Mother made a few unwise comments about him having an affair with his mother’s second cousin on his mom’s side who was twice removed from his Father’s side which resulted in a most disingenuous genealogical tree. See, Boris and Mother are actually third cousins, yet by their marriages, both male and female found them as twin brothers of the same daughter from different fathers. Well, when the dust cleared from the scruff and the bodies were counted, appears the incest poll depository is going to have a run on organs this week.

Okay, back to the big game. Since I’d be pitching the final game, I needed true inspiration. Where do you think I found it??? That’s right, sweetie. Your lovely, adoring pictures. I printed out a few. Put one in my cap and one in my cup.  That way, if the pressure became too much, I could rub you for luck.

Back to the game. It was a barn burner going into the ninth. We had the bastards down by two. Lucky Lucy, yeah, he’s from block 96. They do everything backwards over there. Last time he/she came to the plate I threw one high and tight cleaning up the five o’clock shadow. It responded by throwing the bat at me of which I threw it straight back, cracking its skull. Was he/she deterred? Not at all. Couple of bandage and fifty stitches and the SOB stayed in the line-up. Well, being the calm headed individual I am, I couldn’t be upstaged. So I drilled it right between the eyes. A normal person would have succumbed to a ninety mph fastball in the noggin, but not him/her. It turned into a raging bull! I’m here to tell you, what happened next isn’t for the faint of heart. I will tell you that the game has been indefinitely suspended until each team can field nine players. This could be a few months. I want you to know, if it weren’t for your strategically placed picture, I would have lost my lucky charms.

I think that’s enough for today. I do hope you’ll write back soon. Your words, I’m sure, will assist me as my ribs, leg, arm and spleen recover.

Your undying admirer,

Sam the Sham 

Come on guys, do you really think this is who you're talking to? Take a good look at the photos and tell me it's the same girl. But hey, if you're willing to take a chance, be my guess. Make sure your deep pockets. You're going to need it when she finds a divorce attorney. 

Monday, June 15, 2015

News on the Dating front. From Orel Russia with Love

Appears our love is budding. Don't believe? Wait till you she what she wrote. But, before I go on, remember this, I'm fifty-five, with three children and nine grandchildren. Does anyone out there really believe I want to start over? Let's think about that for a minute. ah, no. How about, HELL NO! There, I feel better. On with the show! 

Hello  Jeff !!!!! I am glad that you have answered me, I'll be glad to meet  you.  My  name  is Kseniya, I am 27 years old, my birthday is on
July  14  at the horoscope I crayfish. My height - 167 centimeters. My weight  - 50 kg. As you can see in my photos, I have green eyes and my
hair color is blonde.  I'm from Russia, live in Orel. I have a medical degree,  and  I  work  in private practice as a dentist. I'm lonely. I found your profile in a marriage agency "Arcadia," in my town. It cost
me 5,000 rubles. I hope I have not wasted wasting my money. I've never been  married,  and  I  have  no  children.  A serious relationship to interest  me. I want to meet people, to have a family with him. I know that  most  women  in  Europe and America is emancipated, and in first place  in  the  life of the work put. A family for them, it's more the
point against which it is necessary to put a tick. I want to a family, a  family for me the main thing. I wanted to know you. I hope that our interests  are  mutual.  I  beg  to be written only in this case, if I
really  interesting for you in vain ... I do not want to waste time. I tuned  to a serious relationship. It's tough when I'll talk more about myself  in  next  letter. I'll be glad to receive your letter, I would
like  to see your photos. I look forward to your next letter. Your new friend 

I think I'm hearing wedding bells. Nope. Guys, she is an attractive woman but remember this, how do you know who you're really talking to????

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Twitchers Gamers

If any of you folks who lurk about as shadows are hard core gamers and into the interactive online scene, Arimi Mimi is the one to watch. I think she's currently playing Redemption. She's a great gal and would love for you to come join her. Here's the link Redemption

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Relationships, Dating, My Russian Love

Meet my newest potential Russian bride, Kseniya.

Salute my new fellow. My name is Kseniya. I've never looked for online personal knowledge online, and now I'm a little concerned a little. < Her English is more concerning then her thoughts, so far.>
When I showed your account, <???> I understood that it`s engaging. I want to tell a pair of some interesting facts about myself. <You know the pair I’m interested in.>  I am 27 years old. I am a fair woman with green eyes. I live in Orel, it absolutely not very far from Moscow. <Absolutely is not very far from Moscow. I guess this is a relevance of geography.>  Perhaps it can be you interested what did I ever do for fun. < Did I ask??>  I play sports. I always keep myself in good shape. I love the bicycle, volleyball, swimming and skis. I am a doctor-stomatologist. < She’s a what??!!! Where are my medical friends? Is there such a thing?”  I like to help people. 
I`m looking for the man who wants to have regular and solid relations. I don't want to waste time for amusements. <She has no idea how much she could be.>  I looking forward you also value your time. I was never married and I have no children. If you wish to reach our talk, write me.
<Gotta love that last line. “If you wish to reach our talk, write me. How can one reach, talk and write at the same time?>

Good afternoon, Kseniya.  I can’t tell you how much you’ve touched me by reaching out. I look forward to more thought provoking and provocative conversations.


Buy the Book

How do you do it? Well, let's make it easy. To date, the site has almost garnered 40,000 hits. That's pretty impressive. What would be even better is if it picked up a few more followers. I know. Who wants to keep receiving constant updates and cluttering up their in box. I'm in there with on that one. I've stopped following quit a few sites because of the constant repetitive bombarding of new updates. For those who stop in, you know I don't do that. On the average, about five to ten a month, unless I've gone on a reading spree and post reviews. Other than that, I try and keep it to a minimum. 

Now, let's get down to nitty-gritty. If you see something you like on the side bars, all you have to do is click on the image and you are taken straight to the buy link. It really is that simple. 

Without further adeu, it's time to get back to reading, writing, editing and reviewing. 

Baseball is Back

We are at the sixty game mark and still the Astros and Mets won't go away. Many in April were writing them off as "quick starts", "plain luck" or the ever ubiquitous "Upstarts." I love it when the MLB and ESPN gurus are wrong. Perhaps they should have to take a pay cut for errant reporting. Yeah, don't see that happening. Still, good to see the Texas Rangers​ in the hunt. And what of the Texas Rangers? A team who had four of their proposed starting pitchers sidelined, and I'll be honest, I didn't pick them to perform this well, are nipping at the heels of Houston. How are they doing this? That really is the question when you realize they are second in errors in baseball. Guts and grit. That's how it's happening. Look at the victory last night against the Twins. What was looking like another shut-out exploded with a flurry of key hits, defense and a budding bullpen, allowed them to keep the game in striking distance and strike they did. The starters are doing their job by keeping the game in reach. That, my friends is how you combat injuries. Never give up!

The only teams I would count out are the Brewers, Reds and Phillies. For whatever reason, their tanks appear to be empty. As for the remaining clubs, it's anybody's guess how the standings will look come September 1st. Until then it's going to wild and wooly.

Let’s Play Ball!   

Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day, Poetry, Veterans


The streets are lined again.
The crowd bustles about.
A few stores are open for patrons.
Children pull at their parents pants.
He takes it all in with grim determination,
the past enough far behind.

The assembly area is full of activity.
Organizers scurry about with a purpose.
For some it is there first,
for him, it is a lifetime of honor.

The clock approaches 10:00am.
The crowd becomes restless as children squirm.
Some stand by the curb for a good view.
Others are hoisted to shoulders.
Some sit on lawn chairs wondering why they came.
His eyes never waver from the street.

A gunshot is heard,
It marks the beginning of the festivities.
The shot makes him shudder.
He thinks back of youth lost,
He remembers the deep snow,
the hot tropics,
the smell of cordite.
He forces a tear back.

A cadence booms far away.
Is it the sound of gunfire,
or is it a lost memory?
His eyes strain to see the coming spectacle.

One by one, the lead cars slowly pass by.
He politely waves with acknowledging eyes.
The children jostle for the bits of candy tossed.
Moms and dads tousle with the little ones.
He pays them no mind,
for they are only children.
What do they know of the cost?

His hands gently move over his brass buttons,
making sure no wrinkles show.
His medals, all highly polished,
the Eagle shines brightly from his cover,
again, he fights a tear.

He knows why he came,
He knows the pain and the cost,
he was there.
He held men in pain,
he saw lives extinguished in a blink.
He fights back the memories,
the cries of help, the cries of sorrow,
the sounds of battle.
The memories are a heavy weight.

A toddler accidentally bumps into a wheel.
The chair wobbles just a bit.
He places a kind smile to the tot.
The child retreats to his parents.

There. There they are.
The sight of the banners fills him with pride.
He knows what it still stands for,
he knows the price of letting it blow.

The closer they approach,
the past creeps in with each perfect step.
St. Mere Eglise, Caen, Falaise, and Bastogne.
Was it only yesterday Joe fell, or was it Billy?
It matters not, for many followed them at:
Saigon, Khe Sanh, Hue, and TET.

He remembers the letters to parents of those who fell,
but never met: Tarawa, Tinian, Peleliue, Iwo Jima and Okinawa.
He wears the pains of many with the medals.
They performed when called.
They shirked nothing, yet sacrificed all.

The memories almost overwhelm him with pride and grief.
A weathered hand gently pats his right hand.
“Sammy, are you ready?”
The voice is strong, yet comforting.
“Yes Martha.”

They are closer now.
He pushes the locks on the chair,
braces his hands and prepares to rise,
to pay tribute for those before and to come.
A tear slides down his weathered face.
A young voice is barely audible
as the banner becomes brighter and closer.
“Look mommy, that man is crying. Why?'
Her face turns a light scarlet.

They are ten meters and closing,
he summons the strength to stand.
He struggles to rise.
He must rise, he must pay tribute!
They are all his brothers.
He can no longer raise a rifle for safety,
he can only stand in honor for those fallen.
The effort becomes more difficult each passing year.

His strength fails when he needs it most.
He curses softly as his body fails.
They are only five meters away.
He must rise and stand!

Two young strong hands appear from the crowd.
Without a word, they lift him up,
ever standing vigil for balance.
He looks neither left or right,
but straight into the past.

The colors of the Armed Forces are now two meters away.
He straightens a crooked back,
adjusts his cover,
and with the forgotten strength of youth,
raises his right hand and salutes the colors.

The young men stop and return the salute.
The crowd stares in awed silence,
for the commander has stopped the parade.
They stand as straight as a pillar,
neither looking left or right.
The commander barks an order.
The men take one step forward,
and lower the colors.
They stand one meter from the old soldier.

The parade has stopped.
Organizers frantically run about,
the cause is unknown.
Then they see it.
It wasn't in the program,
but they feel something in the air.
Is it electricity or something more?

The commander barks another order.
The group returns a solid salute.
They salute the man and what he wears,
a small blue ribbon attached to a five point medal.

The young commander approaches his brother.
The street is hushed in silence as the words flow;
“Thank you, from a very grateful nation, General.”

He fights back the tears and the memories.
He fights for balance, yet the strong hands assist,
his weakened, aged limbs.
“No” comes a choked response.
“Thank you for remembering us.”
The tears pour freely.
The emotions of fallen comrades erupt as he weeps, never wavering
with his salute.
For an instant, life has become an eternity,
like a giant force, the crowd faces the men,
and without any prompting or fanfare,
apply and return the salute to the men.

The General slides back into the chair.
The squad returns to the street,
each deep in thought as their tears also fall.
Without a word, they proceed forward.
The parade resumes, but with a new force,
a force of arms, a force of purpose,
a force displaying pride and freedom.

It is Memorial Day for the fallen.
“Martha, till next year?”

Copyright@ 2015LDDJ Enterprises Publishing

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Book Signing

Starting this Friday at 10:00am, Robert Lamon and I will be hosting a book signing at the massive Tent Sale at Carswell Joint Naval Air Station in Fort Worth, Texas.

Address is 1510 Chennault Ave. Forth Worth, TX. 76113

Robert will have his excellent book, The Last Dead Hero available. This an excellent fictional account of his experiences in Vietnam. The core of the story surround how it affected him when he returned to a country that wouldn't or couldn't understand the mental anguish many of the returning soldiers suffered.

I will have, Love's True Second Chance, Occupation, Life's Spectrum, Why did Everything Happen, Gateway: Pioche, Destination D.C., Irving Titans and Angelic Answers. I will also have the posters and T-Shirts from Occupation for sale. All products will be discounted a minimum of 10% from list prices on Create Space and Amazon.

Hope to see you there.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Baseball Update. Royals/Tigers

It has been a great day in baseball today. The Rangers pulled out a much needed, exciting split with the Rays today. Gotta love a game that goes down to the wire with the outcome uncertain. Good to see Feliz get a save but his control is still suspect.
Watching the Tigers/Royals game and am not disappointed. Each of these adversaries is showing why they belong at the top and will fight to game 162 for dominance in the AL Central. Neither is giving a quarter and are playing like it's already September. I know each team will hit a drought in a month or two. It's the nature of the beast. But once they've hit that bump and persevered, it will be a race to the finish.
Now for the complaints. I said it at the beginning of the season and I'll say it again, ESPN, take that damn K-Zone down. It's adding nothing to the game other than adding unwanted clutter. I don't know and personally don't care, who at the Mothership thought it was good idea. For me, IT"S NOT! Take it down so we can watch the game.
Second. What in the world is all this kid stuff when the announcers talk to each other? What I'm talking about is Kruky, Knoxy, Kenny, Benny, Johnny, Schilly etc. Is there something wrong with calling them by their real name? Maybe it's too taxing or they think it's cute. Maybe when we were in elementary or junior high, but not at the MLB professional level. If somebody called me Jeffy or Jeffrey, barring my parents, I'd ask them what they were smoking. The name's Jeff. Got it? Jeff. If that's too difficult to pronounce then do me a favor, don't say anything. .
Okay, rant over.Back to the game.
If I get a notion, I just might do a video for this one. 

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

New York Yankees, Lou Gehring

In honor of one of the greatest men to ever play the game of baseball. 

Lou Gehrig

It wasn’t long ago,
I was a normal Italian
kid in the burrow. Stick ball
was the game of the day.
How times have changed.

The sound of the crowd,
The crack of the bat,
The cheers from the mates.
They call me “The Iron Man.”

My fingers tingle with the
touch of metal. My voice is
unsteady and hoarse, yet I
must come to bat one final time.
One more pitch, one more swing.
“I consider myself the luckiest man
in the world.”

The cheers and cries become muffled as
the dirt covers my eternal tomb.
A smile creeps across my cold lips
and deaf ears.

“Strike three Lou. Come play on my team.”

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Josh Hamilton Texas Rangers. Not again!

What is going on in the world of baseball today? Let's see, The Yankees, Red Sox, Royals and Astros are in first place in their respective divisions. The first three are no surprise, but the Astros? Granted, we're only sixteen games into the season with a long way to go, but who would have ever thought the step-child of the American would be so audacious to shun the Angels and A's? Come June, I look for them to fall back to third or fourth place, but until that happens, I do hope they enjoy their time in the limelight.
In the National League, the upstart Mets and Rockies appears to have caught fire. I know we've seen this before from the Rockies, but the Mets? Could we have a WS between Houston and New York? Highly unlikely. Still, it's nice to dream.
The real story today is John Daniels and his bid to, you've got to kidding me, re-aquire Josh, drug user, alcohol abuser, carouser, Hamilton. What in the world is Daniels thinking? When I heard of the potential news I could only come up with one intelligent thought, John has been having dinner with Jerry Jones. Why? Jerry wrote the book on bringing in players of questionable character and then wondering why they didn't pan out. Well, looks like John wants to use Jerry's old playbook.
The Rangers aren't lacking in offense or defense. Okay, I'll admit, they have the consistency of women never changing their mind. Uh, huh. Up and down. Up and down. They have yet to win a series or string together more than two wins in a row. I don't blame it on the offense. One could make a point, I don't blame it on defense, even though Elvis' and Fielder's play are anything but All-Start caliber. No, it's the boys standing on the mound who are letting the team down. Poor performances and a bullpen which is at best, patchwork, is the Achilles heel.
Hamilton is not going to add a thing to an already somewhat solid outfield. Peguero, Martin, Smolinski and Choo are more than capable of shoring up the alleys. Beltre, Odur, Andrus? and Mooreland/Fielder have the infield well in hand. The DH duties are also handled between the boys sharing first base. Maybe Josh is going to replace Chirinos or the new addition, Corporan. Hmm. Don't see that happening. So, can someone honestly tell me or show me how Hamilton is a good acquisition? It just dawned on me. Josh will provide free advertising for the sports writers as they follow him around town waiting for him to give them something to write about off the field. He'll also provide jobs for at least four or five body, chaperon, guards to keep him on the straight and narrow and all for only $15 million dollars. Sounds like a well thought move to me.
And last but not least, why would the man who said the DFW area is not a baseball town even consider coming back? Appears he's more far gone than we've been led to believe.

Hey, Jerry. Let John eat dinner alone. The Rangers need help, not twenty years of mediocrity.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

God, Self help, Motivation, Forgiveness, Spiritualism, Faith

The other day I was cleaning up email and browsing through the FB site I set up for my mom, RIP 7-2-2011. I was surprised when I ran across a post mom made about one of the stories I'd written. I will say this much, it did bring a tear to my eye. See, mom and I never had what people would call a close relationship. We spent most of days fighting or ignoring each other. It was safer that way especially when I sent back to Tulsa in 2004 to regroup and help my father in his final days.

Mom and I did not reconcile our differences until her final months. Here is her note.

 My son Jeffrey has written a book with the above title. Being his mother, I really didn't understand everything he was going through much less understand why his demeanor went from being a very care free soul to one who for no fault on his own kept getting beaten down every road he tried. It was very difficult to try and reach out when he was unresponsive. Well as life would have it, he sat down and actually wrote about all of his losses and the impact it had on his life and those around him including myself. I really got to know my son through his writing. Yes is would be nice if you purchased a copy of his book, but the real value is what you will learn from his tribulations which were many. Failed business ventures, divorce, loss of children plus losing his partner, father and high school sweetheart of thirty years passed. I really didn't know if he would survive the last loss but somehow he amazingly learned from all of the tragedy's. So, please take the time to read about his life and learn how God is driving the bus, not us.

is now available on Amazon link
A publication of LDDJ Enterprises Publishing
$2.77 PER COPY

Board the bus, take a seat, and join

Jeff, Larry, Ralph, Debbie and God on life's unforgettable journey.

Since she wrote this, the title was changed to, "Why did Everything Happen?" 

What I learned after reading this is, it's never too late to patch-up a rocky relationship. 

Monday, April 6, 2015

Internet Dating, Russian Brides, Humor

Let us continue with my love life struggles as I attempt to dissuade true love from Eastern Europe. It amazes how men fall for these hotties from Russia, The Philippines, Asia or any other country. Men, the first item we need to examine is there ability to speak and write in the English language and not how big her cup size is. Granted, it doesn't hurt for us to look, but it you embark on bringing her home to meet Mom and Dad, then all is lost. 

My current fling appears to be named, Valentina. Strange. First glance I thought it was Valentino. Didn't realize he was back from the dead. Okay, enough rambling. Let's have a look at the current letter. 

I want to meet a real man, for communication and can be
create a serious relationship. I received your e-mail agency dating. We can take a closer look.
I think I would be interested to talk to you. And I'll try to do
what would you say it was too interesting to me. Tell us about yourself
and where do you live? I am want to meet with you.
I would be pleased to receive your response, and we can
exchange pictures and know each other better.

Best wishes. Valentina

My Response: Do you pole dance? 

If you followed the stories of Nadezhda and Julia you understand how I would lead them on and on and on before they either gave up, threw in the towel or misplaced their English dictionaries. In this case I thought it best to just get to the point in hopes of not allowing her the time to ramble on. However, If she does respond I'll be jumping right into the thick of it. 

One last note, let's post a pic and you tell me if she's related to Julia. 

Maybe they're twins???

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Science Fiction, Thriller, Technology, Fourth Reich

Who's ready for a sample chapter from "Target Berlin"? Wait no longer. The book won't be complete for another month, but I decided it was time let readers get a glimpse of things to come. 



Charlotte, North Carolina

It was two weeks before Judith could walk by herself. Larry never left her side as he nursed her back to health. At times he needed to use a stern tone with Rose to back-off, he had this. At first she bristled with his obstinance but relinquished when she understood how much he cared for her. He forced her to eat even when she didn’t want to. The only function she was allowed to perform was reminding him to take his daily medications. She’d seen once when he skipped a dose and threatened to evict him if his gentlemanly manners didn’t improve, and in a hurry. He never missed another dose. The only time he left her side was to call his parents about the upcoming appointment with the Neurologist, Doctor Roberts. They tried to convince him how difficult it was to schedule an appointment with a renown neurologist. He didn’t care. He would come home when Judith was better.

* * *

Dean and Sam remained a few more days after the funeral, but they still had jobs to attend and excused themselves, promising to return when Judith was feeling better. Rose knew it wasn’t a polite excuse. These men were truly connected and cared for their new colleagues.
Muki and Abdul spent their time visiting the sites around Charlotte. It wasn’t Nashville, but they made the best of it, visiting the Speedway, Music Hall of Fame, Billy Graham Library, Aviation Museum, Wadsworth Estate and the Charlotte Powerhouse Museum. They asked Rose if she’d like to go, but she respectfully declined until Judith was better.


“How was your trip, sir?” Adolphus stared at Karl.
“You’ve seen the news haven’t you?”
“Concerning the Pentagon?”
“Yes you fool, what else would I be referring to?”
“I apologize, sir.”
“It was what I feared. A total failure. All the intricate plans we laid out for eighty years vanished because Gerhardt became too confident in his own abilities. Like Leonoid, he perished and took our organization, which we painstakingly built, with him. There might be a few minor agents across the United States, but our core is gone.”
“Yes sir.”
“Yes sir, what? Yes sir we’ve failed? Yes sir we’ve bungled a great opportunity? Or yes sir, it’s time to direct my efforts elsewhere?”
“I presume the later, sir.”
“Your presumption is correct, Karl. We tried to use diplomacy. We tried to work from within and we tried to accomplish our task with civilized technology designed to reduce, what is the term?” He looked in the air for the answer. “Ah, yes, collateral damage. No more Karl. No more shall we hide in the shadows as the world disintegrates into debauchery and decadence. No more shall we remain idle as the failing powers of the U.N., China, the U.S. and NATO, dictate spineless edicts, bathing themselves in accolades and praise!” He rose from his chair. “No more Karl. No more! We shall avenge the past. We shall right the wrongs and bring order to this desolate cesspool of humanity. It is time. It is our time! Like my father, who resurrected Germany from the ashes of the Versailles Treaty, we too shall soon take our rightful place in the world and they will tremble when the Thunder of Thor ROARS out of the heavens, raining death and destruction to the unbelievers!” He fell into his chair exhausted. “Karl, call Professor Mecklenberg. Inform him it is time for Thor to fly.
“Yes, sir.”
“And Karl.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’d like a nice glass of warm milk before I retire.”
“Yes, sir.”  Karl exited the room. 
Adolphus rotated his chair, admiring the power of the portrait on the wall. A smile crept over his lips. “Heil, Father.”

Palermo, SICILY

“Welcome Nathan Francisco. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We’ve heard many good things from Don Campesie. He speaks most highly of you.”
“Thank you, Don Tiseo. The pleasure is all mine. May I suggest, before we talk business, to pay our respects to those who fell so many years ago fighting against the Germans?” He bent over, kissing his signet.
“An excellent suggestion. First, we shall travel to my humble estate and eat. It is not wise to venture on an empty stomach.”

New London

Dean was catching up on non-essential e-mails and briefs from the Navy Yard. All the reports revolved around the events at the Pentagon and the government fall-out. Politics is such a waste of time and energy. He shut down the system out of boredom, but not before a memory chip picked up an unusual vibration in the Salzburg Mountains.


“Joe, that was some of the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” It was at least the tenth time Sam told him the story.
“I know Sam. You’ve been talking about it for so long, the cows don’t wanna come home and I can’t blame ‘em.”
“Come on Joe. How can you get tired of it. I mean, seriously. The whole U.S. government could have been taken down and we’d be living under the swastika. Dammit man, everything could have change.”
“Yeah, but it didn’t. Now, if you’d have found a way for the Astros to stop losing, that would be something.” Sam knew when he was had.
“Okay Joe, I’ll see what I can do about that, but no promises” Each man shared a slight laugh.


“What is our next move Mr. President? It’s been two weeks.” asked Vice-President Andrews.
“It’s time to tell the American people exactly what happened and why.”
“But Mr. President, is that a wise move? Will the public be able to stomach the truth?”
He turned around displaying the serious glare many were now accustomed to. “John, can you stomach the truth? Have you come to terms with how close the government came to being overthrown? Do you rest peacefully at night with your wife by your side, or do you wake-up screaming every two hours knowing the horrors which were unleashed?” He didn’t give him a chance to respond. “No! I have prepared a speech for today’s press conference. The Beltway has been too secretive and closed door for too many decades. It’s time to unlock the closets and let the chips fall where they may.”
“Very well, Mr. President.”
Taylor turned the chair back to the window. “John, for once, we aren’t going to take a poll. We aren’t going to worry about fall-out or political posturing. The people put us in office. It’s time we trusted those who trusted us.”
“Yes, sir. Even if it cost us our careers? ”