In 1985 I joined the Navy. After a 14 week stint at Aviation Officer Candidate School (“An Officer and a Gentleman”), I began pilot training. Military life was a different world in all sorts of ways (I still fold my…
Ghosts of the corridor
To be unseen, everywhere an outsider, at home only with ghosts abandoned long ago in the deepest recesses of secret holds. Time is the difference, bringing closer the once imagined, but now understood to be real spirits that prowl the…
Running in sand
Run fast; try to pass quickly, nimbly, but in the recurring multi-dimensional purgatory of the ailment, of my ailment, it is not possible to clear feet of the drag of thousands of emotionless grains of thought, each cognitive morsel bogging…
A book with a soul; the writing of Setting the Hook
Self-publishing was not my first choice for Setting the Hook, a Diver’s Return to the Andrea Doria; not by a long shot. I was fortunate to have had my first nonfiction book, Angles of Attack, an A-6 Intruder Pilot’s War,…