I’ve always considered myself a writer rather than an author. That’s because although I love nothing better than shaping thoughts, ideas, insights, and observations into clear, cogent prose, I’m not possessed of any wild creative ideas. Yet somehow I’ve always known that sooner or later, I would write at least one book. And so I have. (And second is in the works).
On October 7, 1942, Nat Bellantoni left art school to join the U.S. Navy Seabees. Eight months later he found himself in the South Pacific. Constantly vulnerable to enemy attack, living [...]
(Editor’s note: this book is currently in the works) My uncle, Joe Flynn, was a great storyteller, and he had many stories to tell. His life spanned nearly the [...]