Cleaning up my act for 2019 (in baby steps).
They have a great permanent produce stand here in New Smyrna Beach.
For Early Risers Who Wish That It Could Be Morning All Day
For Early Risers Who Wish It Could Be Morning All Day
By Gary Spetz
By Gary Spetz
By Gary Spetz
By Gary Spetz
A Craftsman “designer” duffel bag full of summer clothes, beach chairs, an iPod, sandals, Ray-Bans, sunscreen, Thomas McGuane’s The Longest Silence: A Life In Fishing, and a bottle of “bottom shelf” rum (just in case the book is no good). Fully accessorized.
Turning off the lights and heading south.
Merry Christmas to all!
By Gary Spetz
By Gary Spetz
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Since I have recently reclassified myself as semi-retired (from my painting day-job anyway), I have devoted most of the newly “freed up” time to writing. This helps keep me out of the poolhalls and saloons and, frankly, I do not see true retirement in the cards anyway. As Warren Zevon stated in song, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” But in truth, I have been fortunate to have had my hobbies and vocations as one-in-the-same, so I really have nothing to retire from anyway.

Besides, my momma didn’t raise no slacker. My first book, Searching for Alpha Centauri in a ’64 Chevy, has already been published. The second, Sometimes It Feels Like Far, is well underway with its rough draft recently completed. I hope to have it available by December 2019. And I have just created the outline for my third book, The Improbable Sea Dogs of St. Croix North. I consider this a personal milestone of sorts since this is akin to having poured the concrete footings from which I will build. So I have “broke ground” on book #3, so to speak.