Pappa Date: April 20, 2024. Somewhere in Winchester, Virginia. I am Pappa. There are many pappas. But I am unique. Trust me. I am an anti-terrorism consultant by profession. An author of numerous novels by devotion. A Harley Davidson pilot, man about dogs (and now...
I am Pappa. There are many pappas. But I am unique. Trust me. I am an anti-terrorism consultant by profession, and an author of mysteries and thrillers by devotion. A Harley Davidson pilot, man about dogs (and now cats), and an adventurer. I am a father to five and...
Pappa Log: February 22. Somewhere in Winchester, Virginia. I am Pappa. There are many pappas. But I am unique. Trust me. I am an anti-terrorism consultant by profession. An author of numerous novels by devotion. A Harley Davidson pilot, a man about dogs (and now...
February 14, a day that lives in infamy… who the heck came up with this financial vacuum? Was it truly based on Saint. Valentine from the Roman Church? Was it based on the Greek God, Eros? Or is it true that the holiday is the manifestation of the greeting card and...
Sometimes, it’s hard being me. No, no, it’s true. By day, I’m a consultant supporting Homeland Security (and a man among dogs and cats). By night, early mornings, and weekends, I am an author. Sometimes, all that takes a backseat to my real lot in life—house boy. Full...
If you are reading this, then you will learn herein . . . I am dead. Murdered. Struck down in the prime highpoint mid-point . . . er, late-prime, early twilight-ish. The police came. They crime scene investigated. They left. Case unsolved. But then, I’m just a nobody...
