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Three Shorts Today to Delight, Help, or Think About...

The Gift is a gift for all readers who need a bit of heartwarming joy to brighten the day.

Stacey had been putting up Christmas decorations and asked her husband to go shopping with her. Ralph simply replied, "What for?" and would not go with her.

Trying to help Ralph come out of a depression, she wasn't having too much success...

God, how she hated seeing him this way. His sour mood was almost an every-day thing now, and most days she alternated between great sadness and even greater anger. Sometimes she just wanted to shout, "Get over it already!" Ralph had been in a deep dark hole for over a year now. Terribly depressed and refusing to get any kind of help. Sometimes she could jolly him out of the darkness by being incredibly cheerful herself, but that always took such an effort. She felt like her cheeks were going to split with the effort to keep a smile and her heart was going to break from the sadness.

Many people do not understand that a depressed person cannot just snap out of it. Stacey realized that she needed to step in since her husband wouldn't seek help... You may think that the picture of the cute puppy was the answer, but you'll be wrong.

What really happens is a tiny little miracle that could not have been anticipated... That makes this story all the more heartwarming. Read it and give it to a friend...

~~~

I have no idea how I got an English Version of this book, which I can no longer find; however, I hope this will be useful in this language.

I bought the book because my sister has Fibromyalgia. She is constantly reading material, so I wanted to share about this book. There is one basic methodology that the author describes for how he helped getting to a lower pain level for this problem. I was able to fully understand what and how he accomplished this. Both my sister and I could see an advantage to those who suffer from Fibromyalgia should at least consider this option...for it really can't hurt. It involves drinking water with an additive.

The key limitation for this book for a general reader is that the author obviously has considerable expertise in the health field and instead of spending time on the one topic covered, he went on to provide other information for other uses.

I would have given him a higher ranking if he had stuck with just one topic, the Fibromyalgia and given his personal story in detail of what was happening. While he did go into the fact that he tested on and off, using the methodology, I personally think it would have been more beneficial to sufferers if he'd wrote it like a personal story as if he was telling me, a friend, and did not get into the other chemical issues that many would not understand... I am adding this last paragraph because the author asked for such feedback.

Note: I am including this review in case any of my readers are able to read the version that is now being sold...

~~~

She told her parents she liked girls when
she was 10 years old. They beat her with
sticks, brooms, belts, and anything else
they could get their hands on. Day after
day, she was locked in the basement and
beat until she could no longer stand.
This went on until she was 13 when they
beat her too hard. She was
hospitalized and then placed in a group
home for abused children. While that
was better than home, it was still bad.
!!!

For those who enjoy short stories, this is a sweet love story about losing the love of your life and not being able to get pass the time you once spent together...

Sasha had been Mickey's soul mate. She had been killed one day while they were on the road, having so much fun...

Once they hit the road, Sash cranked the volume up on the radio. Both of them like oldies rock and playing on the radio was "Wayward Son" by Kansas. They both started nodding their heads to the beat.




Years went by... And then someone else comes into your life and the attraction, something that you thought was over, has come back...

Mickey was a vet and had a dog who was hurt brought in for treatment. Tabby had said it was her dog but really she had hit the little dog and was so upset she had to do something. Mickey reassured her that she would treat the animal, no matter if it was a stray...

And it was through this little dog that Tabby came to spend time with Mickey, in order to learn how to treat the dog and to exercise his leg...and while they helped the dog, they got to know each other... Then Tabby asked Mickey to dinner, but Mickey wasn't sure whether it was actually a date...

Some drama is added to the story when another character enters the picture late in the story, but, mostly this is just a heartwarming story of love the second time around... well, actually, the ending is...just the beginning... Enjoy!

GABixlerReviews

Second Robert Thornhill Novel, Lady Justice and the Conspiracy, Continues to Please!

When I read my first Lady Justice Novel,  Lady Justice and the Candidate, which would be a great novel to read during this presidential election, don't you think, I was having fun with the non-traditional pictures I found of Lady Justice. Maybe that's part of why I  was so interested in continuing this series. But this book, Lady Justice and the Conspiracy, is the first I've had a chance to read since then.

But I love that the lead and many of the other characters who, as senior citizens, still are active and concerned about what happens around them. So I thoroughly enjoyed this latest book and highly recommend it to those looking for books about the reality of today's world and reading about it within a mystery setting and with a good dose of comedy!

Lady Justice and the
  Conspiracy
A Walt Williams Mystery Comedy Novel

By Robert Thornhill

Jack Carson switched on the dome light of his car and looked at his watch for the fourth time. The man he was supposed to meet was forty-five minutes late. His first contact with the man who would only identify himself as ‘Falcon’ was two weeks ago. He had told Carson he had contacted him because he had seen his name in numerous bylines in the Kansas City Star. It certainly made sense. Carson was the number one guy working the Star’s crime beat. His name was connected to at least a half-dozen stories every day; everything from drive-by shootings to domestic disturbances. Carson had nearly hung up on the guy when Falcon announced he was an Air Force pilot who had been recruited to fly missions solely for the purpose of dispersing deadly chemicals into the atmosphere. Carson received bogus calls every day which included everything from Elvis sightings to alien spacecraft landings, and part of his job was to sort the newsworthy tips from the obviously absurd. He was about to dismiss the guy as just another crackpot when he happened to glance out the window and see a series of fluffy white trails crisscrossing the sky. The trails had become so commonplace he hardly paid any attention to them anymore, but he remembered wondering once, why there seemed to be so many more and why they lasted so long before dispersing and forming a grey haze which blocked the rays of the sun. What the hell, he had thought. It was a slow news day and what did he have to lose other than an hour of time? He agreed to meet the man for the first of what turned into three clandestine meetings; all were at secluded locations and all were under the cover of darkness. 
The first time they met, Carson had halfway expected to see a guy wearing one of those tin foil hats which are supposed to keep evil forces from reading your thoughts, but quite the contrary, the man could have been the poster boy from an Air Force recruiting ad. He could have been Tom Cruise’s stand-in as Maverick in the movie, Top Gun. Falcon made it clear from the beginning he was to remain anonymous and under no circumstances could the information he would give be attributed to him. If his identity was disclosed, at the very least he would be court martialed --- or worse. Just like Woodward and Bernstein’s ‘Deep Throat’ in All the President’s Men, Carson thought as he listened to Falcon’s demand for anonymity. At that meeting, and the two which followed, Falcon shared details which turned Carson’s blood cold. He took meticulous notes about the men who were recruited to fly the covert missions, the planes that were loaded with deadly chemicals and the purpose of the ‘chemtrails’ which stretched from horizon to horizon across the entire United States. After each meeting, Carson would spend long hours trying to verify what Falcon had given him. He found enough evidence to give some credibility to the frightful scenario which Falcon had painted --- enough that he was willing to move forward if Falcon could provide him with the one piece of evidence which would convince him the story was true --- a sample of the brew Falcon said was pumped into barrels in the huge bellies of the Boeing KC-135 Stratotankers. Falcon had agreed and was supposed to deliver the sample at tonight’s meeting. Carson looked at his watch again. Falcon was an hour late and probably not coming. His story had been captivating, but when pressured to produce the one thing which could verify his wild claims, he would come up empty, because his story was just that --- wild claims which could not be substantiated. Carson sighed, started the car and headed home. On the one hand, he was relieved. It would be far better for our country if Falcon’s assertions were figments of his imagination. On the other hand, if what Falcon shared was true, the story he would have written had Pulitzer Prize written all over it.

~~~

As Carson pulled out into traffic,
he remembered Falcon talking
 about his commanding
officer’s
dire predictions
 of what might happen to any
pilot divulging information
 about the
 program known among the
aviators  and crews as
 ‘Indigo Skyfold.’
Falcon had done just that,
and now he was dead.
A coincidence?
 Carson didn’t think so.
~~~

Jack Carson, crime reporter for the Kansas City Star, was used to getting calls about a possible story, some were cranks which he quickly eliminated. This time, he had listened enough to think that his contact, known only as Falcon, may be giving him a real story that could, if true, be big--maybe even Pulitzer Prize material.

It was an expose' on what the government was doing. Specifically, that they were planting what, in essence, was poisons into the sky! Which, obviously if true, would eventually come back down to the surface...

Jack had put the Falcon on the spot...In order to proceed, he'd need a sample of what was being blasted into the atmosphere...

When Falcon didn't show up to meet, Jack figured that was the end--the informant had made up the story...

Except by the next morning, Jack saw an incident report, went to the morgue, and verified that Falcon was dead. And he'd been an AF pilot as he'd earlier shared...

It was Jack Carson who had gone to Walt to see if they could learn more. Walt was an ex-cop and his partner, who still worked, had been the officer who caught the AF pilot's accident. Jack was positive that it was not an accident. Ox confirmed that Walt had been right about how the wreck occurred, but that there was no proof that it had not happened as vehicle failure... the case had been closed.

So there it was. The reaction of the average man on the street, totally awed by the phenomenon and totally unaware the brilliant colors were being reflected from poisons sprayed into the sky. One more example of wolves disguised in sheep’s clothing.
~~~

Walt thanked Ox and then asked for the address of the victim...He wasn't satisfied... He became even more agitated when he shared with his partner, his brother-in-law, and learned that Kevin had already considered the problem of chemtrails...and was quite willing to accept that the pilot had become a whistleblower, was discovered, and had to be eliminated!

“I believe chemicals are being sprayed into the air. For Chris’ sakes, Walt. All you have to do is look up most any day of the week and see dozens of fluffy trails crisscrossing the sky. The official word is those are water condensation trails, but that’s bureaucratic bullshit. We have them almost every day here in Kansas City, but it was much worse in Phoenix.”
Before coming to Kansas City, Kevin lived in Phoenix for thirty years and worked as a private investigator. “Angel hair,” he continued. “That’s what we would call the stuff which fell on us after the sky had been obliterated by the chemical emissions. They looked like very long cobwebs, but unlike cobwebs they would completely dissolve into our skin when we touched them. When we held a match to them, they would blacken and curl like plastic or some polymer burning. Scary stuff!” 
I was stunned by what my partner was saying. “If that’s true and the stuff was falling everywhere, why didn’t someone report it?"
“Oh, they did!” he replied. “The Air Force denied they were spraying chemicals and the EPA said there was nothing to worry about. So who you gonna call next?

~~~

Well, Walt was on the trail and wasn't going to give up...Soon he learned about the "weather manipulation" issue...

But, the number of bodies climbed the more Walt asked the right questions to the right people...

Could Lady Justice work any magic in this conspiracy?! The problem readers face is the same one we all experience daily with political ads. One group praises one candidate and another group spreads dirt about the same person. No wonder the public has no way to get to the truth?! How can Lady Justice?!

But what Walt faces is much more than he's willing to... In fact he was planning to leave town and visit Branson... And I immediately thought of how much I enjoyed my visit there...Here's one of my favorite shows, just because Dino is a favorite of mine... I sure wish he could have made that trip!


But Walt wasn't able to leave... Danger lurked...

Thornhill keeps readers moving quickly in the investigation of the conspiracy and his character, Walt Williams, is a joy to meet through the book. The ending caught me off guard and was certainly a surprise that most readers will find as intriguing as I did! Don't miss this series! And this one just might capture your interest to keep reading Robert Thornhill! Enjoy.


GABixlerReviews

Award-winning author, Robert Thornhill, began writing at the age of sixty-six and in six short years has penned twenty-one novels in the Lady Justice mystery/comedy series, the seven volume Rainbow Road series of chapter books for children, a cookbook and a mini-autobiography.

Lady Justice and the Sting, Lady Justice and Dr. Death, Lady Justice and the Vigilante, Lady Justice and the Candidate, Lady Justice and the Book Club Murders, Lady Justice and the Cruise Ship Murders, Lady Justice and the Vet and Lady Justice and the Pharaoh's Curse won the Pinnacle Award for the best new mystery novels of Fall 2011, Winter 2012, Summer 2012, Fall 2012, Spring of 2013, Summer of 2013, Spring of 2014 and Fall of 2014 from the National Association of Book Entrepreneurs.

Many of Walt's adventures in the Lady Justice series are anecdotal and based on Robert's real life.

Although Robert holds a master's in psychology, he has never taken a course in writing and has never learned to type. All 30 of his published books were typed with one finger and a thumb!

His wit and insight come from his varied occupations, including thirty-three years as a real estate broker.
He lives with his wife, Peg, in Independence, Missouri.

Visit him on the Web at: http://BooksByBob.com

Jack$Boi: A Tale of Urban Terror by Darrell King - Great Flash Fiction!

This story was inspired by the song, Stick up kid...

“No, but you will never forget me after today... Any last wishes, brotha?”

“Last wishes? ... you must be trippin--” 

Before he could finish his sentence, Jungle had him by the neck, lucky knife pressed up against his throat. He struggled, but Jungle elbowed his balls, making him double over in pain. He clenched his jaw and stayed still. “Now as I was saying, any last wishes, man? I want you to look at my face and remember me for the rest of eternity.” Before the pimp could make any objections, Jungle slit his throat, cutting his head clean off of his shoulders. He then patted his pockets and took all the money he had. He left his insignia at the scene, a palm tree with the word Jungle on it, and turned to leave. 

He then noticed the hooker still kneeling on the pavement, staring at him in shock. He swaggered over to her, bent over, and whispered in her ear: “You lucky you cute, Mama. Go home and don’t tell nobody what you seen.” He then slapped her ass one good time and walked away from his newest crime scene.

~~~ 

Jack$Boi:

A Tale of Urban Terror

By Darrell King

Jungle is not your average boy from the hood. He was born in Haiti and at the age of 11, he was given a knife by a commander of a youth army, which he called Shakita. He was smaller than most of the other boys who bullied him so Jungle worked hard to become one of the best. His stealth skills won over his lack of size and soon he was a stone-cold assassin. His reward, he showed those bullies that their claims that he would be out before training was over, was...totally...wrong... He had 50 kills thanks to Shakita...

Then the warlord over the group of boys was overtaken by NATO. He was taken to Baltimore, Maryland, and put in child care... We all know he was placed in a situation so alien from where he had been that he wound up being moved from place to place because of his fighting and troublemaking.

Jungle had been sent to therapy due to what was happening  in the various places he temporarily lived...he had never found a home... I noticed almost immediately that the book had not said that his therapy was aimed at what had happened to him in Haiti... Duh...

This is my first reading of Darrell King, but I understand he's "king" of flash fiction. He just might be... I thought there was sufficient content and topical coverage to completely tell the story the writer wanted to share.

Now those of you who have not read urban or street lit should be aware that the language and violence is graphic...but not so much in the flash fiction that it became a problem for this reader.

Especially since the story turned out as it did...

Jungle's night life is a secret so that he's also working daily, but at low paying jobs. He uses his skills to stick up individuals in the evening, for their money...Sometimes, such as when he came upon a pimp beating up his prostitute, he decided Shakita would take care of this bad dude. Sooner or later, readers begin to realize that he is going after the guys who are not good for his neighborhood... Kinda ironic, but soon I was seeing the real Jungle come out in the open... For instance, he didn't do night work on Sunday just in case God was really real, so he'd try to not mess up a possible relationship with Him and keep his sacred day holy...

Then he met a prison guard who seemed to take him under his wing and walked with him as he cleaned...Jungle was feeling like he might have found a friend to share with when the guard started talking about a group of bad cops who were killing or roughing up Black teens...

I loved Janay, a perfect counterpart, as Jungle's sometime girlfriend and loved how their relationship evolved as the story went on... But nothing really had given me any indication of how the story would end. It was perfect, in my opinion...

This story is well written and I believe it is the best street lit short story I've read so far... Darrell just might be the Flash Fiction King, after all...Let me know what you think of the story!

Highly Recommended.

GABixlerReviews

Novelist/Journalist, CEO and Founder at Darrell King Productions, Inc. Earlier, author at American Book Publishing.

Darrel King has been writing ever since the age of eight. His first published work of fiction was penned during the fall of 1976 as a student of Mary Field’s Elementary School on South Carolina’s Daufuskie Island. This effort was an adaptation of J.R.R. Tolkein’s “The Hobbit,” that he also wrote and illustrated. It was published in the school’s quarterly periodical, “The Daufuskie Kid’s Magazine.”

Darrel King has written stories and numerous poems, several of which were published in the 1995-1996 “Poetry Anthology” by the National Library of Poetry in Owings Mills, Maryland.

During the 90s, Darrell King became inspired by and attracted to the lurid tales of inner city crime. Dramas he read in novels by great writers such as Donald Goines and Iceberg Slim captivated his attention. These tales prompted Mr. King to begin his literary career writing his very own stories of urban crime and inner city drama.

Blackie - A Biography of Captain Harold F. Blackburn by William F. Cass

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While the author would be the last writer to minimize the contributions made by fighter and bomber pilots in World War II, the fact remains that those two categories have almost been over-published. Blackie's wartime journeys highlight the contributions made by two largely ignored types of pilots: those flying transport and photo-reconnaissance aircraft. Without the support of the latter two types of aviators, the former pilots would have been hard-pressed to achieve as much as they did.
As with any good drama, Blackie is the protagonist facing many antagonists: a broken family, conflict over what he wants to do with his life, the Army Air Corps which initially rejected his flight training application, the Great Depression into which an unemployed Blackie was thrust, and military bureaucracy which thwarted his attempts to go on active duty during World War II. Other forces shaping Blackie's life, beyond his intense flying experiences in World War II, include Lady Luck who fatally abandoned so many of his pilot friends, his employer Trans World Airlines which was its own worst enemy, and what is today's Federal Aviation Administration with its rules on airline pilot retirement age. Trans World Airlines forms a major, frequently self-destructive character in this book and is the source of deep frustration for Blackie, who is grateful for being hired by the company during the Great Depression and simultaneously repelled by its corporate waste and board room intrigue...




"Blackie"
Captain Harold F. Blackburn,
A Pioneering, Twentieth Century Pilot
In Peace and War

William F. Cass

It was intriguing to me for the author to set the tone of this book as if it were fiction. Blackie, of course, is the main character, but Cass looks at other people in his life as if they were major or minor characters and even casts some as antagonists...

In fact, the book really starts with the Introduction, one you might call a synopsis of the book, but what you will immediately note is the style of writing Cass uses. It's personable, humanistic, friendly... Cass even notes that he came to look upon his main character as a relative, "something between a young grandfather and an older uncle." He explains that the book research and writing became somewhat addictive. I detected, even, some hero-worship of our main character. And, like many of us, the result in the author's writing comes across in a true desire to share this man's story.

For those who enjoy memoirs and biographies, you should note that not only is the book full of history, but it feels like you are reading the story as if Cass is sitting, bragging about this man who he knew... It's highly recommended!

With the first chapter providing the personal background of Blackie, noting that Blackie's parents would move around--his father looked for places to find a better financial future, but he also had a pioneering spirit. During that time, Blackie graduated from Mitchell High School in June 1919 but almost immediately contracted rheumatic fever... Fighting through these health issues and other matters delayed his entry to college in 1920.

At that point, I was pleasantly surprised to learn of his musical interests! He had put together a small dance band, which became very popular, called Blackie's Bunch.

Then he found a home at the National Guard Armory in Mitchell, having joined the National Guard, where he began his early military activities. And then began college at Colorado AandM and also joining the Army ROTC...

Merging his education with his music career he was moving from dance group to another, soon becoming part of a professional band called The Silver State Serenaders. He was playing during the time of jazz, the Charleston, flappers, and "speakeasies, etc. But Blackie was a strong proponent of the new music...

As a young musician, Blackie was playing in what could easily be described as one of the most significant periods in American music - an era when the Jazz Age was rapidly gathering momentum in mainstream America...Blackie was a strong proponent of the new music that was frequently met with disapproval, especially by young musicians' elders because it was easily associated with "alarming" trends, i.e., availability of alcohol at speakeasies, "flappers" dancing the Charleston, loose morals, etc. Blackie was playing in a geographic part of the country that was still far from universal electrification, thus the availability of phonograph players in many rural homes...

~~~

Once Blackie had enough money to consider his options, "the sky" was back in his mind.

He was soon taking flying lessons and learned that war surplus Jennies were on sale...

And went back to playing in order to get the money to buy his own plane!

I must admit that I was enjoying all the information about bands at that time, but that is such a minor part of the book itself...

It was in 1930 when Blackie's focused was on military aviation. He resigned from the Coast Guard in order to enlist in the Army. But it was also the time that the depression was deepening.  He was an Aviation Cadet but the training required soon resulted in the need for the use of private training academies for the pilots needed for war time. Blackie, because of his background, training and overall record went to fly Bombers after he'd graduated.

All cadets could ask for what specialization they hoped for after graduation, but it was the commanding officer who made final decisions. Thus, the youngest, most aggressive pilots typically went to pursuit squadrons while older pilots noted for attention to detail and possessing superior navigation skills and determination went to bombers. Blackie, fitting the latter to a tee, was destined for the heavy brigades long before he was even asked for his own opinion on future assignments.

~~~

Destined for a life in the sky, his time with TWA and so much more awaited, including photo reconnaissance which sounded so intriguing... This is a massive book of 460 pages plus, and includes both a bibliography and extensive index for easy reference of the book. It is certainly a possible library addition for those in aviation and is bound to be a must-read for many war historians as well as private corporation pilots. 

I was sorry to see that Blackie's career ended on a note of sorrow, as mine did. It is hard to accept that with the professional credentials of this man, that he was faced with mandated retirement, again as I was...It's hard to understand why America's employers throw away their effective, efficient long-term employees... I found, as the author did, that I came to empathize with as well as admire this American pilot simply called...Blackie...

GABixlerReviews

Hal Blackburn and His Orchestra had a diverse repertoire that numbered nearly 150 different pieces of music...There were two other songs which may have been indicative of what was starting to become an obsession: Beyond the Clouds and I'll Fly to Hawaii...

William F. Cass is retired from a career in advertising and public relations where a number of his clients participated in civil and military aviation markets. He was educated at Washington College with a B.A. in Economics and at Syracuse University from which he received an M.B.A. in Marketing. He is a former commercial pilot and has been a student of aviation history since childhood. Those experiences were of particular value in two of his previous aviation book projects: The Last Flight of Liberator 41-1133 and Alaska’s Father Goose, the biography of Alaskan naval aviator, bush pilot, and airline captain, Gerald “Bud” Bodding.
Bill’s wife, the former Sarah Mumford, is a graduate of Washington College and the University of Maryland. She is a retired American history teacher. They reside in West Chester, Pennsylvania, and have two grown children and several grandchildren. Among his interests are: all matters aeronautical, fishing, writing, golf, duck hunting, fine woodworking, and travel.

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