'Moon Racer'

A self avowed middle aged asshole, Bart Driscoll was perfectly content in his low level State Department job putting in time until retirement and dreaming of Fly Fishing America's wilderness areas when he is thrust back into a semi-fictional Central American Country called Cuyamas. It is the same place where Driscoll was stationed twenty five years ago and departed on less than friendly terms.

Sent on this new mission to observe the hanging of an American National, Driscoll, who would like nothing better than to get back home and leave on his annual and richly deserved vacation, begins to notice irregularities.

When he is called in to visit with a man he formerly knew as an adversary during the Nicaraguan conflict, and then discovers the recent hanged man still alive, things go downhill fast and Bart Driscoll is on the run once again.

With some last minute help from an old Friend and an unlikely source, Driscoll is able to prevail against misfortune.


'Moon Racer' is my third adventure novel set against reminiscences from the Cocaine wars during the eighties and the 'drugs for arms' Contra scandal. It resurrects two characters from 'A Bend in The Trail', both villains in that story but still genuine people with stories and lives beyond the indifference of a casual label. It is a look at the baggage we each carry and the daily battles we all wage for some things as simple as survival and happiness.

If you are an Author's Agent with some time on your hands, ( Hey! In the Catskills you'd be looking at a stiff cover charge and a two drink minimum for this kind of stuff.), write me. I assure you any inquiry will be suitably received and answered.

Obama 08

I know. I did say no politics but I just couldn't resist. I am voting for Senator Obama.


Well, it's official. At 11:59 last night, right here in the eastern sector of our wounded Republic the last nail was firmly driven into any aspiration that the Republican candidate could bail any of his party's collective asses out of the morass of nonsensical misrepresentations and lies that have characterized the last several weeks of this campaign. Party platform, Party base and Party occupying the top slot of this current regime, it is now completely transparent that their endgame lacks any form of middle. For those of us who occupy that unique placement in society and failed to hear John McCain mention 'middle class' at all last night, the new word to occupy thinking for the next twenty days will be have to be LANDSLIDE.

With forced smiles, fidgety looking gestures and a recitation of stock litany aimed squarely at the rabid republican right, John McCain blinked continuously as he failed one last time to address substantive proposals for either reasonable or definitive solutions to any problem facing the average voter. I for one am disappointed. As a lifelong generally conservative (small 'c') Republican leaning constituent I really wanted to hear the John McCain who campaigned nine years ago and this tired, worn out co-opted version of 2008, failed all of us. Unresponsive and dripping lipstick by the bucket load, any hopes for the Republican economic pig appear to be officially dead.

One good note, I do see where Hank Williams jr. has written music for the McCain campaign. I just never knew it was him who wrote the Dies Irae. Way to go Hank !