Day: September 13, 2015

Mindsets and Regrets

As many will know I have used at times my blog as a podium for Faith and Political venting, and, yes, I know, these are personal subjects that would be better left to political pundits and our religious leaders. My only excuse is that I care about the direction of our country, whether it is to be a nation where freedom and liberty give each individual equal opportunities to become whatever he and she desires, or, it is to be a nation based on some form of Socialism where history appears to tell us that the power elite government controls the people in this ‘ism’ and it ultimately spirals into anarchy. Here, I admit that my views of a capitalist society dominate…based on my life’s experiences. ‘Give me Liberty or give me…’

But, wait, I have begun this post with a ‘digression’. What I really wish to…

Stranger Abduction
An Update

For those who might be interested, I have completed the first draft of Stranger Abduction and am now working on editing and rewrites. Hopefully, the book will be ready for publication sometime in October, 2015.

Risking redundancy, Stranger Abduction is inspired by a true unsolved case back in 1993 in Southeastern Arizona. The book had been originally slated for Book 2 of my ‘Bailey Crane Mysteries’, but the manuscript was lost in one of my house moves. The ‘Bailey Crane Mysteries’ Books 1-6 are still on Amazon Kindle and POD, but I decided to rewrite Stranger Abduction as a book unto itself.

In 1995, my wife and I had a spread in southeastern Arizona which was a getaway home for us and we called it ‘The Lazy Rabbit Ranch’. The non-working ranch was within 5 miles of where a mother and daughter were abducted two years…

                                

My Stag Party

Up front I can say my mind had entertained some negative thoughts about my upcoming marriage. I don’t know. My intended was a wonderful person, pretty, with humility and a great heart. And, I do love her. It’s just, and, yeah, I know you’ve heard all this, I was not ‘in love’ with her.

So, there I was, arriving at my own stag party…

AND, there she was!

Can’t say I fought the urges. Sure, some bells and whistles went off in that part of the brain that made the gonads rage and titillate with visions of a hot experience, that part of the brain which weighs the duality of purpose – ‘do this’ and ‘don’t do this’.

She was all long blonde hair, blue eyes, quality-measured boobs, and the rest of the body just downright ‘Playboy’ curvaceous and tantalizing, every square inch designed for exploration…