Christmas And Beyond

Taking time off from writing for Christmas (you don't see the word Christmas much anymore and it's a shame) to concentrate on singing in the studio. I go in on the 27th to record about seven Sinatra songs for a CD and a demo for possible big band work. I've had a bad head cold, and I'm working on a Z-pack to knock it out, hopefully by the 27th.

The Kentucky Ghost Hunters are coming back in February to spend the night at my house. Holidays always seem to spark some activity among our live-in other dimension friends, if they can be called friends. We are supposed to have a man, woman, and child spirits, and one of them is angry all the time. Their activity doesn't seem to be on any regular schedule. It has never been aggressive, but is more to let us know they exist, with thumps, crashes, flitting images, lights on and off, and whispering.

Yesterday, another one of my childhood friends, JC, reached the 65th snow mark. None of us thought we would live this long, given the wars and the lifestyle of our generation. We're glad to still be around, but we're at the age where we know many more dead people than live ones. We meet every Thursday for breakfast.

Back in 1998, three out of five members of our then breakfast group died within two weeks at age 50. JC and I were the two left, and the odds against our survival seemed pretty slim. People looked at us like we were angels of death. But we're still here almost 15 years later and have added a few more members.

Lord of Homicides is one of my favorite novels. I love writing bizarre humor to explain weird events, and I had a blast with it. The Kindle version cover is above. I truly believe there is a parallel dimension that crosses into our lives at certain times and we have contacts from beyond. It's kind of like dealing with DC politicians.

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