Stomp stomp

 

Why is it appropriate, you ask? Because it is the greatest march in cinema. Why wouldn't you expect a march today

get it while its hot

In rural 1930s Indiana, a fifteen-year-old boy becomes the least-suspected bootlegger in Polk County.

What begins as a way to save his family’s farm pulls Matt Wyatt into a world of loyalty, violence, and impossible choices — where one wrong run changes everything.

Hoosier Flats: A Novel of the Greatest Generation spans the final days of Prohibition through Pearl Harbor and World War II — a coming-of-age story about duty, family, and the cost of growing up in hard times.

I’m proud to finally share it.

If you enjoy historical fiction with grit and heart, I invite you to grab a copy — and if it resonates, please leave a review.

👉 https://a.co/d/012fCSgz

#NewBook #HistoricalFiction #GreatestGeneration #HoosierFlats

 
 

A Boomer Thing

 Back in the day, whenever I made a mixtape (or later burned a “mixtape “ CD),  I always took great pains to insert the clip from the Lynyrd Skynyrd album One More From the Road where Van Zant shouts “What song do ya want to hear?”.

It amused me to no end. 

About that Speech

 Didn’t watch. 

No it’s not about Trump. I haven’t watched a SOTU speech for a couple of decades. For me it is akin to watching a company PowerPoint — a big yawn. 

If you have never sat through a company slide show then consider yourself lucky. 

Sorry Paul, I’m Not Amazed at All

 Looney lefties are telling us that when they get back in power the Trumpists are going to pay. One deranged liberal on LinkedIn stated every person who voted for Trump should be tried for treason. 

First, she needs a dictionary so she can look up treason. Second, why is it the very people who insist upon groupthink label the rest of us fascists? 

Again, a dictionary might be indispensable 

Get ready

 Before the war

Before the medals

Before the Greatest Generation became great

—there was a boy on a dusty Indiana backroad with a truck full of moonshine and everything to lose

*thank you Nathan

A Dad Joke Riddle

 I am between 4 and 6.

I am not Five.

What am I?