Thursday, December 5, 2019


I haven't been very active on the blogging scene for quite some time as I have been laboring to finish a new book. I'm not quite through with the project, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's another murder case from Gilded Age New York City involving the mutilation murder of a prostitute in one of the worst slums in the city. Sound familiar?

At the time of the murder there was rampant speculation that Jack the Ripper had come from England to see if New York City's famous chief of detectives (Thomas Byrnes) could do any better a job of catching him than Scotland Yard had. An illegal immigrant known as George Frank aka Frank Sherlick aka Ameer Ben Ali was arrested, tried, convicted, and released after serving 11 years of a life sentence. History remembers the case as a false conviction, and over the years numerous suspects have been advanced as the real killer of the unfortunate prostitute.

Although I take a crack at solving the case myself, my primary purpose is, as always, to describe and critique the performance of the lawyers involved in the prosecution and defense of the case.  It is a truly remarkable case for a number of reasons, including the highly sophisticated forensic science which the prosecution used in obtaining the conviction, and the pivotal role played by the press in getting the defendant released from prison.

I'm in the process of polishing the book for presentation to prospective publishers. Wish me luck. Better yet, wish me some talent as I try to put my sentences together in literate fashion.

Thursday, October 10, 2019


Here's a link to a just-published podcast on my latest book, "Six Capsules." BOOKSHOP AT THE END OF THE INTERNET

I really appreciate Stacey Horan being so gracious as to allow me to appear on her podcast. I think she did an excellent interview, and I really enjoyed the experience.

Thursday, August 8, 2019


Here's a link to a blog post by the Alachua County Public Library describing my newest book, "Six Capsules."


I was running an errand to the grocery store this morning and as I was checking out, I saw a special edition of Life magazine celebrating the 50th anniversary of Woodstock. I thought it would be appropriate at this point in history for me to share my memories of Woodstock:


When Woodstock was going on, I was blissfully unaware of this milestone in popular culture. I was too busy listening to the Grand Ole Opry on Clear Channel 650, WSM, Nashville, Tennessee. In my mind, wood stock was what you put on a shotgun or rifle. 

For any modern day readers who don't know what I'm talking about when I say wood stock, here's a picture:

A Wood Rifle Stock on a Lathe

The first news I got of Woodstock was an article in the then-weekly Life magazine. What I remember most vividly about that article is a picture of a shapely young girl dancing topless and seemingly enjoying herself immensely. Pretty tame stuff by 21st century standards, but jarring at the time. Looking at the crowd pictures in Life, I remember thinking, "What a bunch of idiots." Maybe I was wrong to think that, but I was young and inexperienced at the time. My opinion hasn't changed. Maybe I'm old and out-of-touch with 21st century pop culture. I wouldn't walk across the street to go to a rock concert, much less go live in a tent in a far distant state. I still listen to the music I love at Willie's Roadhouse on Sirius XM.

The whole "love, peace, tranquility, and weed" movement of the 1960's left me cold. When they have the first war protest riots at the University of Florida my parents frantically called me to make sure I was okay. "What riots?" I asked. The riots were going on down on 13th Street in front of Tigert Hall, where I never went except under duress. I assume that the location of the riots was chosen to make it more convenient for the TV cameras. In the dormitories and classes, it was life as usual.

Despite being so out-of-step with the cultural trends of the last half of the 20th century, I survived. I didn't buy the special edition of Life at the grocery store. I saw enough of Woodstock back in 1969. 

And now I live in a world as fraught with discord as the 1960's. America survived that cataclysmic time and emerged a better place. I hope and pray it does the same in this present tribulation.