Welcome to the Fairytale channel. I am Captain don/ your host, the inventor, designer,
and spinner of tall yarns, from reality to deep fantasies. I have no conventional
boundaries thereby permitting my tales to flow through vast spectrums of imagination,
at times plunging into the very bowels of the inner-sanctum. My tales are guaranteed
On mij 80th birthday good friends gave me a handsome wooden leg, with the promise
of a parrot, a hook and an eye patch to follow. And on my 81st birthday
Janet mij other half, donated a brand new OS-X mini Macintosh the size of a package
of cigarettes that could outwit and out think the mighty Univac which filled rooms
the size of hangars.
I found it matched mij skills and on the first day started mij seventh novel, The
Admiral’s Son. A story of slavery moving on the high seas where the British
Admiral of the Caribbean fleets married his slave when she was one day dead.
It also re-wrote some stories and spell checked some of my short stories. In fact
several hundreds of them.
Now on mij 85th birthday it is I who will give the gift. 37 years of
story telling that started on mij 1946 Olivetti writing machine, salvaged from mij
sunken ship the Valerie Queen. Then I wrote on mij very first Apple II that had
the memory of a frog. Like rats leaving the sinking ship, I'll be damned if I will
take all of mij fun yarns to the grave with me.
Thanks to the wit of Susan Feldman whose cyberspace genius has created this site
and who has traded obsessions with me. The deal. Mij hundreds of storie,s a gift
to you, for only the price of a small novel. Thus mij eighth book. Szud And The Wagonman.
A story of warmth and belief about a hundred year wagon and a young woman
whose zeal didn't waver at the wall of puritan conventionality: The disapproval
of the wonders of the living arts (Tattoos).