Hometown Labor Day Sale – Scenes From Hometown!

The Hometown Labor Day Sale is coming up in just a few days! Here are a few of the characters you’ll meet and scenes you’ll read if you download a free copy:

First, let me introduce you to Vicki & Val – Vicki Powers, one of our heroines, is the redhead on the right. Her best friend Valerie Robard is the brunette on the left. They’re two of the bad girls of Belford High, and you can find out more about them here.

Here we have Kara Sauer and Jason Olsen, our other heroine’s best friends. They’re a bit busy just now. Kara tried to punch above her mystical weight class, and it isn’t working out well. For a bit more information, see here.

Kara and Val. The situation…isn’t as happy as it looks.

Kara and Val at the last. Also not as happy as it looks…and I know it doesn’t look happy.

And finally, our heroines. Angelina Santos-de la Cruz, and you’ve already met Vicki. Here they stand – as best they can – at the end of everything. More information here.

To learn more about these characters – and the scenes you’ve glimpsed – download a copy of Hometown during the Labor Day Sale from September 1 to September 5.

All of the artwork in this post was by the marvelously talented MJ Barros.

Hometown Labor Day Sale!

It’s been twenty-five years since the Belford Incident, and still no one knows exactly what happened that terrible Fall.

All anyone knows is that in the Fall of 1994, the fog rolled into this small factory town in central New York, and someone or something came with that fog. People died. People disappeared. People claimed to see things in that fog. The entire town was gripped with terror and a mysterious form of mass hysteria that has never been seen before or since.

Only one author claims to have the answers for the unexplained things that happened twenty-five years ago in Belford, and his answers have never been substantiated.

In honor of the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Belford Incident, that author now offers his book free for download at Amazon between September 1 and September 5. See that book’s page on this site for further information.

Sweating In The Sun

I’ve been listening to that song a lot lately.  And watching the video; the video adds whole new layers of meaning that I didn’t know were there, as a good music video should.  The ghosts of those teens looking through the passing freight train at the grown man as he’s clearly remembering when he was them really drives something home to this particular middle-aged small town boy. 

(By the way, I think it’s kind of funny that “twenty years” after eighteen – i.e., thirty-eight – seems to be the default age for songs like this, where the singer is lost in bittersweet memory about their long-ago youth.  I’m almost five years past thirty-eight myself, and of course Bob Seger is way past it by now.  Thirty-eight doesn’t seem that old.  But I suppose twenty years is a nice medium number when you’re talking a human time scale, where ten years isn’t enough to even realize that time is passing and thirty makes it ancient history.  Twenty years is when you realize that time really has passed, that the world has changed and so have you, that you really aren’t young anymore, not like you were back then, and you’ve actually been dealing with adult things – good and bad – for some time now, and you’re past the scrambling-to-survive stage and maybe have a few moments to count the cost.)

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Two Important Links

This first one is just beautiful and inspirational:

Nancy Pelosi and Ilhan Omar (and 13 Members of the Congressional Black Caucus) Walk Through the “Door of Return” in Ghana

This next is a bit more troubling and thoughtful. I’ve often been deeply troubled by media, viral memes, and the like that glorify a “warrior class” as somehow wiser, more deserving (especially more deserving of rule), and generally superior to the rest of us. The “sheep and sheepdogs” meme that went around a few years ago, where the Warrior Class was literally a superior species was particularly disturbing. But I’ve never had an answer for it.

The Angry Staff Officer does in “Stop Calling Us Warriors”.