Keep Pounding!

img_5478In a blog post a couple of weeks ago I  wrote about Alj — his full name is Albert Jefferies.  He is still in the hospital, waiting for a new heart.  He has been no stranger to hospitals in his short life but this time, the hospital has been his home for the last 78 days.  Well, he did get a chance to go back home once but he had to return almost immediately.  I’ve stayed in the hospital twice, both times for like two days and both times I hated it.  I can not imagine spending almost three months there.

Alj  is inspiring.  This young man has endured so much:  prodding and poking and endless tests … and he continues to do so.  Part of his strength, I’m sure, comes from his mother, Tina Turner.  I’ve only met her online, but I know my wife met her in person, briefly,  before Christmas.  Tina beats the drum about Alj’s illness relentlessly, recruiting “angels” as she calls them … all the time trying to add more prayer voices to those she has already recruited.  In that brief conversation, my wife was moved by Tina’s passion and her love for Albert, and by her force of will.  If the strength of a mother’s love was all Alj needed to be cured, he would be out playing ball with all his friends right now.  Both Albert and Tina are tremendous human beings.  They are my heroes.

I’m writing this update to let you know about a couple of new things.  For one thing, Alj has a new website and he’d love to hear from you.
http://www.teamalj.com/

Just click the contact tab and send him your well-wishes.

Also, he’s made the news!  He’s met more reporters in his young life than most of us will ever meet.  Why?  Because he is an inspiration.  The latest story just aired on a local Raleigh North Carolina TV station WRAL.  Great story.  Please check it out and tell your friends.
http://www.wral.com/teen-awaits-heart-transplant-at-unc-children-s-hospital/15377063/

Their hospital expenses are enormous and there are links on the web page for a gofundme campaign.  Every little bit helps.  There is also a local fundraiser this weekend in Hillsborough, NC … if you are in the area, you might consider participating.  As I said, every little bit helps.  You can find information about it on the web page as well.

TeamAlj has a motto, “Keep Pounding” — Take one moment every day and place a hand on your chest and feel the magic of your own beating heart and think about young Albert and silently repeat that motto —  “KEEP POUNDING!”

God bless you, Albert and Tina.

 

 

the REAL braveheart

This is Alj … currently in the hospital in North Carolina waiting for a heart transplant.  He is thirteen years old and has been suffering from a form of congenital heart disease his entire life.

Some time before Christmas his mother was standing in line behind my wife at a store … the woman’s trips away from the hospital have been rare of late, and this was one of those few trips.  She mentioned his facebook page and we’ve been following him ever since.

I thought I’d take a break from hawking my novel and telling silly stories to tell you about him.  Please help get his story out.  I’ve learned a few things from Alj … he is a fighter, he’s upbeat, he has never given up hope.  Whatever your life throws at you, just reading about his life puts the minor trials and tribulations of most of our lives into a new perspective.

Go read about him and keep up with his story.  He is an inspiration, and so is his mother, who rarely leaves his side.  He’s hit a particularly rough patch this week and no matter your inclinations, please share your prayers, thoughts, vibes, karma, whatever you have … put it out there for him.
You can read more about him here:

http://www.facebook.com/Teamalj

Winter Storm!

 

imageToday’s winter storm along the east coast reminded me of a scene I depicted in The Fever … Sam, the hero, is caught driving across most of the state of Texas in a horrible ice/snow storm.  One reader told me it was one of her favorite parts and that while she was reading she had to get up and put on a sweater because the description of the cold gave her a chill.

For me I drew upon several experiences where I, for a variety of reasons, found it necessary to drive hundreds of miles in an icy mix-master of weather.  Sometimes you just have to keep going, following the track of the vehicle ahead of you, hoping some overconfident fool in an SUV, who doesn’t realize that four wheel drive means nothing on ice, goes out of control and smashes into you.  I drove all the way across South Carolina that way once — 30 mph the entire way.  Ninety percent of the cars I saw either smashed or 100 feet off the road in a field were SUVs.

My best advice is to stay home, stay warm, and read a good book like The Fever — of course, in that case you might need to keep a sweater handy!

Don’t forget, the Kindle and Nook versions are ON SALE now, only $3.99!

Returned: Insufficient Funds

Years ago I worked a second job in a convenience store for a while.  At that time, the thought crossed my mind that Shakespeare had to have worked at the Elizabethan equivalent of a convenience store … one manages to see a lot of life from behind that counter.  Here’s just a snip from my catalog of convenience store stories.
There was a notorious bad check writer who haunted our part of the county back then.  Her father was a respected businessman and she wasn’t above dropping his name if she thought it would help, but he didn’t bail her out of her checks.  She’d cruise different stores and if she noticed somebody new working at one of her haunts, she’d ply her trade.   I once noted that the grocery store down the street had a note taped to every single cash register with her name written boldly.
She must have made a mistake this one night and didn’t recognize me–I had worked there a while and had been caught by her on my second shift.  The owner gave me a ‘bye’ on that one, but said that was the only one.  She pumped gas and came in and tried to pass a check.
The woman pumped gas and came in and tried to pass a check.
“I can’t take it.”
“Why not?”
“You KNOW why not.”
“Well, I’ve pumped the gas, so whatcha going to do?”
I sighed.  It was about 6:30 and I really didn’t want any hassle on my shift.  
I said, “You come back with the money by ten and I won’t call the cops, but I call at ten sharp.” 
She turned and left.   She owed like nine bucks for the gas.
Big Jimmy came by after a while to keep me company.  He used to work there but he still liked to come hang out.  His name was well-earned .. he stood about 6’5″ and weighed way over 300 pounds.
We were sitting around and talking and here she came, carrying a pizza box.   It was about 9:45.
“How about seven bucks and two-thirds of a pizza?”  She opened the box … sure enough, inside the box was two-thirds of a pizza.  It was still hot.  
She opened the box …  and sure enough, there was what appeared to be two-thirds of a pizza.  It was still hot.  
I’m thinking to myself “oh my fxxxing gawd ….”   Then I’m thinking, what a pain in the ass it would be to call the cops for three bucks.   And I also realized that the pizza smelled good and I was a hungry.  I had to give her some credit, she was good.  
I had to give her some credit, she was good.  
I loudly sighed and resigned myself to the situation.
“Okay,”  I said as I threw in the three bucks to balance the register.
Her debt paid, she left and I opened the box and offered some to Big Jimmy.
Big Jimmy gnawed on a piece and said, “The thing I don’t understand, is how did she get a pizza if she didn’t even have the money for gas?”
I think the concept of irony was a little lost on Big Jimmy.
I shook my head and said “Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy … she wrote a *check* someplace for it …. “
Jimmy then got it  … .”Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Finding Treasure

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GOLD!

It is such a simple word but the worlds that revolve around it are complex.

For example, here we are in the week between Christmas and New Years. It seems like a dead zone between the two holidays, like some kind of time vortex or something. I think that is probably because I usually take the entire week off … in fact, a lot of people do. This notion of taking this week off was a convenient concept when I was working out the plot elements in The Fever because the character Sam Milton was just a regular guy who needed a long block of time-off from work for his latest adventure.  For that reason, the climatic scenes of the novel take place right about now.

You see, Sam isn’t a gold miner, he is a part-time treasure hunter and in his ten year search to uncover the meaning of Slim Longo’s cryptic last words he has failed at every turn.
When he finally thinks he has solved one of the clues revealed by the dying man,  he knows he will need several days to renew his search.  For him, that means using the week between Christmas and New Years.  But this past week’s winter storm in west Texas has emphasized one of Sam’s biggest concerns, especially with winter hikes: the unpredictable Texas weather.

He always said he wouldn’t go out in the winter because it was a bad plan. Ah, but at this juncture, when he is on the brink of solving one of the clues, he decides he must go out as soon as possible, despite the season. Why?   Well … because he is caught in the grips of Gold Fever, and for Sam that trumps common sense.  Sure, he says he’ll abort the trip if the weather changes, but will he?
It isn’t even about any actual gold at this point. It is about the thought of gold.  The potential for a nugget or a few specs of color in a pan is all he can think about and the details get lost in the dream and when that happens … well, isn’t that why we keep reading … to find out, right?
How would you feed YOUR Fever?

There will be many cold winter nights ahead, warm up and read The Fever and find out how Sam got to this point in time and what happens next.
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Many thanks to the Freddy Dodge Gold Recovery Facebook page for graciously granting me permission to use a photo of some awesome gold nuggets along with a few flecks of “color” … that’s the real thing, folks … “the stuff that dreams are made of …”

 

What the ding dong dang …

Crazy Christmas Memories

I’m sure we all have them.  Crazy Christmas Memories, I mean.

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My craziest goes back to Christmas 1970.  I’m always reminded of this by the movie Christmas Vacation.  I was a freshman at a college about an hour north of Houston.  Some Houston friends offered to come up and get me, but they had an ulterior motive.  They wanted a Christmas tree.  Now the area around Huntsville TX, where my school was located, is littered with all manner of evergreens, so it seemed like a fairly doable idea.  We pulled off the interstate and drove down a side road and found a suitable sapling, like one about nine feet tall.  Unlike the movie, my erstwhile friends did indeed bring an ax, or to be more accurate — a hatchet.  Working in the dark, and hacking away furiously before a car came, we all took turns and managed the down the tree, a scrub cedar.  It was at least somewhat Christmas tree shaped.

Ah, but what everybody forgot was … rope.  We were in a red VW beetle and we had nothing we could use to secure the tree.  The solution?  Everybody sacrificed their belts.  Somehow we got the tree tied to the top of the VW but I think we lost a foot off the tree by dragging the top along the highway.  It really did look like the car in the movie, except we didn’t have the roots.  It was completely draped over the car, with the tree-stump clearly visible from the windshield.

We did okay for about 30 minutes but eventually we had a minor problem caused by the wind shear and the weight of the tree and the drag caused by the … well, caused by us dragging part of the tree behind us.  The problem?  Well, all the belts snapped and we lost the tree on the highway.  It was rush hour, with tons of traffic, and our tree was rolling along in the lane behind us. We screeched to a halt and pulled over and ran back and somehow dragged the tree off the road without getting ourselves killed.

By some miracle, we managed to get enough strands of our broken belts wrapped around a few branches and we were able to again secure the tree. We continued on our way, but now we were less concerned with maintaining full highway speed.  A couple of us kept a firm grip on a branch on each side of the car as well.

Decorations were sparse that year, but we had a tree!   Actually, I’m surprised we didn’t end up arrested or dead.  Both options were a distinct possibility.  What were we thinking?  I think that answer is best represented this way:  NOT!

We have a WINNER

My handy iPhone Random Number Generator app picked “5” … and Robyn Echols is the fifth comment … so she wins!  Robyn, drop me an email at thefensk@yahoo.com so we can exchange details.

With so few entrants, I didn’t feel right about using the random number generator once, so I did it six times  (without looking — for the six entrants) just so it would seem a little more random and fair.  Sort of like mixing up the pieces of paper in the hat.

I want to thank everyone who participated, either by viewing posts on my site or by entering the contest.

It was a record day for this blog.  Hope everyone has a wonderful Holiday Season!

Blog Hop! Home for the Holidaze

IMG_4814I’m happy to be a part of  this holiday blog hop … so let’s get to it!
Christmas plays a special role in various scenes of my novel, The Fever,  and because of that, I am pleased to offer a special Christmas giveaway.  Details are at the end of this post.
The Fever is the story of Sam Milton and his obsessive search for a lost gold mine in the desert southwest.  He has no map, only the words of a dying alcoholic, who wheezed out a cryptic riddle on the floor of a jail cell.
Yes, Sam has The Fever, gold fever, and he spends years searching, even trespassing, until, finally, he thinks he may have solved the first part of the riddle.  Join Sam as he makes a desperate attempt to solve the riddle and find the elusive gold.
Catch The Fever!
Oh, yeah, the giveaway.  I am giving away one paperback copy of The Fever as my Christmas present to one lucky person.  Simply leave a comment below in the blog.   Facebook readers should click the post to go to the wordpress version of the blog.  Only the wordpress comments will be considered.  Leave only one comment.  Selection will be by random number at noon Wednesday the 9th and the winner will be posted at that time — check back to see if you won.  Thank you for your interest.
One more thing … visit the other members of this holiday blog hop for more chances to win.  http://sweetbloghops.blogspot.com
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