The news sucks. Talking heads and newspapers spout bad news about the economy, the environment, and, of course, the whole Tiger Woods’ thing. Makes you wonder: Isn’t anything good happening in the world? Price of gas is fairly stable. That’s a good thing.
I started my career as a newspaper sports writer. We viewed the news department as mercenaries, shooting us up with despair. The sport’s department was a happy place, an escape from the doom and gloom. The news guys argued that people wanted to see bad news. That’s what sells, they said. I think they were wrong because, at some point, it all just becomes sickening.
Thankfully, I have some good news. Money does buy happiness. For only a few bucks you can buy lots and lots of happiness. I’m talking about my new book. It’s like my old sport’s department, an escape from the woes facing us today. It’s about an era before emails and cell phones ruled our lives. There are no murders or car crashes, although there are some dicey boat moments.
If you think this blog is just a shameful attempt to sell my book, you are correct. At the same time, I guarantee you’ll enjoy reading my book. And, if you don’t, you can always go back to the six o’clock news.
Enjoy.

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Fred – As soon as I heard your book was out I ordered one and have loved it. I finished it yesterday and am eagerly awaiting the next one. I loved every minute of it. It brought back so many memories of a much simpler, happy time. Places like Perdido are rapidly disappearing and it is good to know that you are doing your part to bring it all to life. You definitely captured what all of those summers were about and what it was like to be kids in a place with no tv’s, cell phones (or regular phones for that matter), video games or any of the other craziness that teenagers these days have at their disposal. I can’t wait to read what you come up with next. Thanks
A good friend of mine recently recommended this book to me, and as she has never steered me wrong in the past I placed an order.
So Fred, you owe Colleen a beer and a thank you. Can’t wait to read your story.
Nancy Travis Conner