The rudder, bent by a strong riptide, pulls me in a new direction.
Not, not by these characters:
Instead, a friend of mine, Karen Hawkins, has asked me to read and critique on amazon.com her latest release, How to Pursue a Princess:
While reading, I’ll place my iced drink on the new coaster I bought at this past weekend’s art show in Dahlonega, GA:
Poor Hillary. She keeps riding the coattails of scandalous clowns who pretended to be powerful. Such a bad judge of character she is, eh?
But Bill G is right — playing games with politicians is too easy because they don’t make anything tangible.
How ’bout an H2G2 history lesson to divert our attention, instead?
My father was, in some ways, a wannabe police officer – he was a deputized sheriff for Polk County, Florida, an instructor for Citizens Academy and a member of Neighbourhood Watch wherever he resided, as far as I remember.
He certainly regretted many times not taking an offer of an officer’s commission with the U.S. Army.
I rediscovered this book in my library a few minutes ago — time to finally sit down and read it, understand more of what Dad wished for, had it not been for his children he wanted to provide a “normal” father with a safe job:
“The best time for planning a book is while you’re doing the dishes.” Agatha Christie
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