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A fictional remembrance of days gone by with a twist at the end.

In this ninth book in the Hardin Hollow series, Billie Jean Hardin returns to the mountains of Colorado to put an end to a series of vicious home invasions that are plaguing the wealthy clients of a friend’s home security company. She is assisted by both her partner Dingo, and his buddies, the Pendejos Motorcycle club.

In this tenth book in the Hardin Hollow series, the death from natural causes of an elderly lady sets in motion an angry dispute over who the rightful heir to her multi-million-dollar estate is among her greedy, money-grubbing distant relatives. This results in unexpected, life-altering events for several of them. It also eventually pits 22-year-old Newton County Deputy Sheriff Billie Jean Hardin against a family of treacherous scumbags.

In July 1972, the 512th MAW was deactivated at Carswell Air Base in Fort Worth, Texas and replaced by the 301 Tactical (TAC) Fighter Wing (FW). The unit then began the tough transition from huge C-124 Globemaster transports to then state of the art F-105 Thunderstick II (Thuds), which were replaced by newer F-4 Phantoms ten years later, and F-16 Fighting Falcons ten years after that. Over forty years have passed since that day in July 1972 when Lt Col Robert (Col Bob to most) Johnston landed our first Thud at Carswell and delivered it to the newly formed 301st TFW. A good number of us from ...

In this sequel to “The Night Hank Williams Came To Town,” Buck Baker hooks up with Elvis when he comes to Kansas City to do a show in the Municipal Auditorium Arena on May 24, 1956. Although it’s a work of fiction, it’s based on actual events.

On September 13th, 1951 the huge traveling medicine show The Hadacol Caravan came to Kansas City, Missouri, pitched its huge circus tent, and put on a big show. Tony Martin was the house band. There were a host of clowns, chorus girls, jugglers, and a star-studded cast of famous performers included Hank Williams and, to name but just a few, Carmen Miranda, Mickey Rooney, Bob Hope, Lucille Ball, George Burns, and Gracie Allen, Roy Acuff, and Minnie Pearl. Hank Williams was at the zenith of his career. Selling records by the millions. Heard seemingly non-stop on the radio and jukeboxes. Ole ...

Sometimes like a raging River, the flow of Time breaches its banks and establishes a new channel to surge through.

When I bought my first computer in 1987 and learned to use Wordperfect, and later Word, I discovered that I loved to write and began composing remembrances of days of yore. Over the years since then, I often wrote about events in my life, and friends and relatives. I eventually decided to collect all of these writings, edit them, and assemble them into one document that ended up being over 1,000 pages long. I have collected all these writings into four volumes. The first, Child Of The Fifties 1944 – 1967, is a collection of memoirs recalling some of my favorite experiences from those more...

The summer of 1999, fresh out of college and traveling through the mother of all rainstorms across rural Indiana on a routine business trip, Rick Ryan unexpectedly found himself thrust headlong into implausible surroundings inhabited by a gorgeous blond flapper and musicians he had previously only read about on the dust jackets of old jazz records. Rick soon discovered that sometimes a violent thunderstorm is much more than just a turbulent atmospheric disturbance.

When I bought my first computer in 1987 and learned to use Wordperfect, and later Word, I discovered that I loved to write and began composing remembrances of days of yore. Over the years since then, I often wrote about events in my life, and friends and relatives. I eventually decided to collect all of these writings, edit them, and assemble them into one document that ended up being over 1,000 pages long. I have collected all these writings into four volumes. The first, Child Of The Fifties 1944 – 1967, is a collection of memoirs recalling some of my favorite experiences from those more...

From the very first glimpse Henry Wilton caught of Hank Williams hunched over the mic moanin’ the Love Sick Blues up there on the Grand Ole Opry stage in the Ryman Auditorium, he knew what his destiny was: become a hillbilly star just like ole Hank. Henry changed his name to Hank, bought a guitar, formed the Rovin’ Rangers, and the rest is history. This then is the “feel good” story about how a good ole boy from Okmulgee, Oklahoma and a lil’ ole po’ girl from Foat Wuth (as Kathy Jones often referred to herself) chased their elusive dream until they finally caught it.

Your favorite female sniper Billie Jean Hardin is back again. As usual, when trouble finds her, she is more than ready, willing and able to meet it head on and put it down without hesitation. She breaks up an outlaw biker gang, tracks down and captures a child murderer, subdues an online sexual predator, and finds out more about her Hardin roots when she meets a cousin previously unknown to her and discovers that, just as she has always been, he and his father were both equally dedicated to seeking deadly retribution from anyone that threatened or harmed family or friends.

If you enjoyed the five previous books in the Hardin Hollow series, your will love this one. In the first story, after finding an unusual friend and protector, Billie Jean Hardin comes up against an old adversary. In other stories she must defend herself against a paid assassin, subdue a nest of Skinheads, and take down a terrorist. In the final two stories first Billie Jean and then Dingo discover surprising facts about their roots.

As the sage philosopher Forest Gump once said, “Shit Happens”, and the “shit” always seems to happen wherever Billie Jean Hardin hangs her hat. In this the fifth book in the Hardin hollow series, your favorite female sniper Billie Jean is forced to set her sights on a pair of local home grown terrorists. However, as her Army sniper father always told her, “When the goin’ gets hard, the Hardins get goin’ and Billie Jean is always more than ready, willing and able to do just that.

When 15-year-old female sniper Billie Jean Hardin is unwittingly pitted against the Thibodaux clan of hardcore hillbilly tush-hog meth cookers blood flows, body counts build, and maniacal mayhem ensues. Billy Jean grew up tough in rural northwest Arkansas in the heart of the Ozark Mountains in Hardin Hollow. Abandoned by her mother soon after birth, her father Hank was a disabled, disfigured former Army Sniper suffering from Posttraumatic Stress Disorder and increasing bouts of deep depression that eventually caused him to become barely functional. Soon after her fifteenth birthday, two ...

The three short months separating high school and college are probably a traumatic period for practically everyone. For me, this was the summer of 1963—which proved to be an emotional roller coaster ride, taking me at times to the giddy heights of wild reckless abandon, and at other moments plunged me to the depths of despair and untold anguish.Suddenly faced with the unsettling prospects of entering college in the fall I was plagued with uncertainty about where I was really headed in life. I had serious misgivings about whether I could actually cut it at college, which caused my already ...

Note: This eBook is over 160,000 words long and contains many photographs. If it were a print book, it would be over 700 pages long. Turn back the clock and return to the spring of 1957 in the Heart of America where Rock ‘N’ Roll is king—still new, raw, and spontaneous. Divorce is the exception, not the rule. Cars are American: big V-8 mothers made in Detroit sporting shark fins, shiny chrome and are fast as pure-D-hell. Though there is undoubtedly a commie hiding around every corner, front doors are never locked, and ignition keys are left in cars. Gangsters are Mafia “made guys....

By May 1965, 22-year-old Steve Scheer had the world by the tail. High Performance Mustang convertible. New BSA motorcycle faster than the speed of heat. Beautiful live-in girlfriend. Steady gig with a popular local bar band. All set to take the FAA check ride for his Commercial Pilot’s License. Only one more year of college before he was almost certain to nail down a lucrative job as an airline pilot. Then he stumbled across 1.6 million bucks and everything went to hell.

For as far back as he could remember, Paul McCarty had been captivated by a past era: the nineteen-sixties. And that paid off for him big time. By the age of twenty-three, his popular “Cruisin’ In The Sixties” club had already made him an extremely wealthy young man. Then he became lost in the sixties for real.

I actually wanted to name this book My Favorite Year: 1960, but that is too close to the title of an old movie, so I went with my second choice, If Ignorance Is Bliss, I must Have Been Ecstatic. Third choice was Sex, Booze, an’ Rock ‘N’ Roll. It won’t take the reader too long to understand why all three would have been accurate titles. Over the years, when reminiscing with friends over a few drinks, swapping humorous, alcohol laced anecdotes concerning mutual misadventures of youth, most of my fondest remembrances seem to center around events that took place the spring, summer and ...