Publishing the Lifeboat Augusta series in e-book and audiobook formats was intentional. There is no hardcopy of the collection. Congratulations to those who have read the full story. You’ve been entertained and you saved a small forest in the process.
Recently, Elizabeth Phillips, the narrator of the series, undertook recording a handful of marketing pieces designed to pique the interest of sci fi readers the world over. One of those snippets looks and sounds like this.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love Jane Waters Thomas? There are very few occurrences in my workday that are more enjoyable than spending time with Jane. She’s creative, adorable, curious, dedicated, and apparently indefatigable. Throw in a a few cameras, a production facility, and enough free to time really stretch out and talk about whatever crosses her mind, and you’re in for a good time. At least I was. I submit this video clip as evidence. Her interview in the Writers Den at PGTV is one of the more enjoyable interactions I’ve had while promoting my work. I only hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
It went like this. She asked for an interview, I said yes, and off we went. There are five videos, each involving a single question and answer. I had a great time. Well worth the time it took to conduct the interview. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy it, too.
This song is called, Give Up Your Heart. The place is a long gone club that was located across the street from the train station in Hartford, Connecticut. It was Murphy’s Pub, where we had quite a following.
It was the mid 1980s when the Broken Hearts came to public notice. With a growing following in the northeastern US and a newly released album, they moved to New York City to pursue fame and fortune. Like so many bands, that is where it all fell apart. The four members of the Broken Hearts went their separate ways, all going on to successful lives. But they all continued to dabble in music. Some more than others. Michael Mazzarella led the Rooks for years, building a respectable following and a library of tunes that continues to expand. Today he is a member of Sonic Blue Sound Revue and continues to play in and around NYC and the world. Tom Bittel took over guitar duties in a surf band known as The Aquatudes. Drummer Patrick Yourell played with fellow Broken Heart Mazzarella in the Rooks for several years. Today he’s in Canada, but not by force. He says he likes it there. Bassist Jamie Beckett went the other way, disappearing into the swampy sandbar known as Florida where he claims to be at home and loving it. He still plays often, but rarely in public. His last gig was with a pick up band in Winter Haven, Florida’s Central Park, led by Nat West, and including Squire Smith on bass and the inimitable Jim Stafford on guitar. Let me tell you, that boy can play!
Here’s a sample of what the Broken Hearts were all about. Live, at Mad Murphy’s Pub in Hartford, Connecticut – sometime in 1985 – it’s The Broken Hearts!
This is a movie review, written for a film called, Inheritance. Read it. You’ll be glad you did. The James Moll picture originally aired on PBS in 2008.
There are many women who would be flattered, maybe even enthralled to see a star with the talent and sophisticated good looks of Ralph Fiennes playing their father. Monica Hertwig is not among them. Monica, a stay-at-home caregiver who dotes on her young grandson and goes about her prosaic teutonic existence in a way that makes her appear not unlike any one of a hundred other women-next-door at the supermarket where you do your shopping. The difference is Monika has seen Ralph Fiennes dressed in the uniform her father wore, living in the house her father lived in, and indiscriminately exterminating his fellow humans with no more emotion than a man crushing an insect into the sidewalk.
Monika’s father was Amon Goeth, the SS Commandant of the Plaszow concentration camp in Krakow, Poland. You know him as the sadistic killer in Steven Spielberg’s heart-wrenching docudrama, Schindler’s List. Read More →
On Saturday, March 30, 2013 a group of volunteers gathered at Gilbert Field in Winter Haven, Florida to paint a compass rose on the ramp. Just beyond the porch where breakfast patrons of Pappy’s Grill were munching on breakfast, the project took shape. By the end of the day it was complete. Many thanks are due to the 99s, EAA chapter members, local volunteers, and visitors from far off places who pitched in. A wonderful time was had by all – as you can plainly see from this video, compiled over the course of the
Are you wondering what the value of aviation might be? Good. I’ve got an answer for that question. So sit back, relax, put your feet up and get ready for a unique perspective on why aviation matters to each and every one of us, even if we have no intention of ever going to an airport ourselves.