Yes, those three words have long been my description in a nutshell (pun intended). Today, I received the galley copy of the anniversary edition of THE HOLY TERROR. One thing I like about it, aside from that it is finally an affordable trade, is that the cover copy focuses on The American Dream. He's one of the most remembered of my recurring characters, even though I never devoted more than a handful of stories about him. His appearance in the book was almost an afterthought, I had intended to simply focus on Vic Tremble, Francis Madsen Haid, and wheelchair-bound Mike Surfer. The Dream seemed to eclipse the other characters.
I dedicated this book, in part, to the memory of my namesake, my father's high school buddy Wayne Henley. I received the package containing the galley this evening. Around 1:00 this morning, Wayne's son Jeff emailed from his second shift job down in Kentucky, reminding me to give his daddy a chin nod because today would have been his 75th birthday...Wayne
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Happy birthday, Mr. Hensley!
Have I ever told you about the time I saw the real American Dream? In San Diego. He was pushing a grocery cart in a huge, empty parking lot and did not at all appreciate the fact that I was looking at him.
I should write it down.
I always liked that photo anyhow.
Almost summer eh? Nice to get up and see the sun.
Also keeps them fucking vampires out of the yard. Pesky pointy toothed effete shits.
HEF
Congrats on the book!
And yes, let's hear if for dear old dads who are gone. Mine too.
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