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When raging unemployment muckled onto the state of Maine like a pitbull without a conscience (and is determined to stay latched on, to this day), I joined the Air Force. After 29 years of drifting (15 countries visited, and all 50 states checked off my bucket list), I finally retired, only to return to work for the government the next day.
While I was in the service, I was lucky enough to write for military newspapers, as well as a stint as a columnist for the Rome Observer when I lived in upstate New York. A few years ago, once the kids were in college, I decided to write a novel. It was just that simple–sit down and write a novel–except not. My first effort, a Western called Hell With A Gun, stayed buried deep in the confines of my computer, patiently waiting another edit (or two or four). Then I wrote Easy Street. I love the tough-guy-with-a-heart writings of Robert Parker and Raymond Chandler, and I wanted my tough guy, Paul Doyle, to be a bit like Spenser and Philip Marlowe, with my own twist thrown in for good measure.