Hello to my readers, subscribers, and followers — and I wanted you to know, and with a big heart felt thank you for riding along with me.
“I was sixteen when the world damn near blew itself off the map. October 1962 — the Cuban Missile Crisis — and every kid I knew suddenly had to grow up overnight. I didn’t know a damn thing about geopolitics, but I knew enough to understand that if the wrong guy sneezed in Washington or Moscow, Staten Island might end up a smoking hole. One minute I was dreaming about football season; the next I was lying in bed wondering if morning would even show up.
Childhood doesn’t end with birthdays — it ends the moment you realize the adults running the world might not know what the hell they’re doing.”
That is the first two paragraphs of my book, now titled Footprints in Time. If you bought the first edition, then you can check and see this is a very different beginning. Same truths, a different approach. NOW on Amazon.

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