Oregon's Red Hills by Sandra Brown Jensen Suddenly the hills are red with color, even in soft rain, low lying clouds, we can see change from Indian summer to those last, precious days before winter. Let's walk then...
Long as I've known him, he's robbed banks. “That's where the money is,” that's how a newspaper quoted him. Me, I mostly rob the five-and-dimes like Woolworth's, and right now I'm doing a nickel for it upstate. But Willie puts on a disguise, walks into a bank waving a Tommy gun, and just like ...
Happily: Married, retired, exploring the West, writing what he wants, when he wants
Happily married and retired with two Bengal cats and an RV. Have a grown son. Worked as a technical writer for 20 years. Published three novels: When Pigs Fly, Getting Lucky, and Little Mountain. Edit the Internet Review of Books, write reviews for Clarion and Kirkus. From Massachusetts, now living in New Mexico.
Retired technical writer
Billerica - Chelmsford - Montgomery - Anchorage - Las Cruces