I filled my tank today at the local self-service station near the casino that I work at. As I filled the tank I noticed warning signs telling us morons how to safely fill a fuel can.
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Global Book Network – Jerry P Schellhammer, author of I, Albert Peabody
Loyal readers, here is the interview I told you about earlier last month.
Global Book Network – Jerry P Schellhammer, author of I, Albert Peabody
11-11-11
The eleventh hours of the eleventh day of the eleventh month Private Doug Clark wasted away in an endless trench on the Western Front; a wasteland of craters, mud and tree trunks splintered by bombs and howitzer shells.
Latest Release Live
My loyal readers, my new publisher, Prominent Edge Books, just released my latest edition of A Man’s Passion.
It’s available through Amazon, though the marketing agent assured me the book will be distributed worldwide.
Another Interview
As many of you my loyal readers know I have been using all media to market my books to garner interest and sales. Today, another is going to occur in the form of an interview with Zach Feldman.
Tommy Boy
“Meow, I’m Tommy the kitten abandoned by an evil human family and now living with this wonderful human named Master Jerry. He’s really old and don’t walk very well, and his left arm and hand can’t pet me like the other one can.”
The Joy of Celebrating My Birthday
This is my personal holiday, a moment for introspection, celebration, and connection. Every year, as my birthday approaches, I find myself swept up in the gentle tide of anticipation
Bob’s Epiphany
On an August day six years ago Bob Awoke late in the afternoon. He felt like crap as his mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and his hands shook from the burnout and the morning after the night before when he last got high with friends.
Campout Day Three
We packed our stuff and Tamera and Sonya helped me with that tent. I explained to them what my grandson Isaac explained: pull the tent closed and tight then fold over into a figure eight and then place it inside the nylon holder to be zipped up.
The Campout
My youngest sister and I planned this months ago after I bought my new car. She couldn’t or didn’t have the time for me to go all the way to Bend, Oregon where she lives, so compromised on Charbonneau Park, not too far from the Tri-Cities where we grew up.
Jerry Schellhammer 