The “Swiss Journalist” wrote: Hi Griff, hope things are well. Can we talk on the phone tomorrow? I have to ask you something…
And I thought to myself: This is how it starts.
Roy for my mom’s father.
Madison from my dad’s father. He was born in deep south, and his birth name was Marion Madison Griffis, but my own father had an inkling such a name might cause me trouble in the growing-up-and-surviving department, so he opted for the middle name.
All that being said, most people call me “Griff.” I was in the Coast Guard about 30 seconds before I became Griff for the rest of my life.
My writing? Along the way, I’ve written plays, poetry, short stories, and screenplays. Last ten years or so, I drifted into novels. Prior to that, I’d been making the rounds in Hollywood, and gotten really tired of facing the committees of MBAs who gave “notes” on your scripts. The turning point was probably when I’d written a screenplay set in the Korean War, and it had––unsurprisingly for anyone who knows anything about history–– Chinese Communists as antagonists. One MBA said “Hold on, I need to make sure it’s okay to have the Chinese as bad guys.” Dude, it’s the Korean War, about a million Red Chinese soldiers dropped by one winter day to give a .50 caliber raspberry to Doug McArthur and the UN troops.
Oh, then I got good news. I was informed it was okay to have Chinese villains. I stopped trying to schlep my screenplays shortly after that, which was just as well, since people stopped being interested in reading them.
Haven’t discovered the title for Book Four (the last, I swear!) of my By the Hands of Men series.
But I did finish the first part (working title: “Ringside at the Circus of the Fallen”).
I’m hard at work on the next section, which I call “A New Love.”
Meanwhile, a peek of me back in my “Getting Paid to be Errol Flynn” days, when I was the 61st Aviation Rescue Swimmer in the Coast Guard.
Rare photo of me in my dry-suit…that water in San Francisco could be cold. The dry-suit is discolored from the time I was crawling around the very greasy engine of a sinking fishing boat, trying to stop the leak. Ah, youth.
This seems to be the question a lot of perplexed Europeans are asking of Americans: “Why in the world would you vote for Trump?”
Before we begin, google the term “JournoList” and the name “Jonathan Gruber.” I’ll wait.
Quickly, you’ll discover that JournoList was a private email list made up of a number of writers and reporters for major news organizations in the United States. In 2008, this private email list of the people who craft and create the news presented to Americans declared themselves the “unofficial Barack Obama election committee.”
Per my betters at The Atlantic: “Hillary Clinton’s candidacy has provoked a wave of misogyny—one that may roil American life for years to come.”
Where the writer of this article sees misogyny (and do be sure to let me know when he writes a story on the “comics” at the roast of Rob Lowe who spent a great deal of time reaching deep into their well of creativity to call Ann Coulter a c*nt), there are those of us who see something else at play in the dislike and distrust of Hillary Clinton. That would be those of us who haven’t worked inside the Democrat Machine or Academia or in dependably Leftist House Organs like The Atlantic for decades. Folks like that tend to have a different perspective.
Had shoulder surgery last Friday. I was trying to be tough on Monday and skipped the pain meds, figuring I'd only need those to sleep.
I was sadly incorrect. When the ortho doc heard my story, he encouraged me to use them. So I dutifully swallowed them down when I got home. Damn, what a difference.
So I'm writing this while under the influence. My son happened to be home from college this weekend, and so he and I spent some time watching movies and chatting, as the shoulder surgery rendered me useless for our usual pursuits (bike riding, getting pizza, that sort of thing). Tuesday, as we were driving down for my post-op appointment and to drop him off at the airport, he asked if I'd found a place in BTHOM4 for an interesting bit of history he'd uncovered. I told him yes.
Or so I claim in this interview with Historical Fiction author, Maria Grace.
“You can outsource your compassion (and outrage), or you can do something with your own sweat, toil, and money to change the world around you right now. It’s up to us to make God real in the world. We are God’s hands and feet, we are the miracles He promised.”
It was a fun interview.
Had some unexpected help with today’s research. BabyKat dropped by to give me her perspective on the issue at hand.
A few weeks ago, I commented on a book ("The Sword and Shield"), which covered, in 732 pages, the KGB archives that came out with a Russian Defector. It dealt with nearly 80 years of the USSR's attempts to influence and coerce. The scarier tidbits (and there were a lot) covered how Franklin D. Roosevelt's administration was riddled with communist agents, the stories the Reds planted with the press to derail Presidential candidates (a job the press now does cheerfully for free against the "wrong sorts"). Assassination (both character and mortal), overthrows, plots, millions of dollars a year to the "innocent" American Communist Party, to say nothing of their insanely focused efforts to steal technology from the US (from the Atomic Bomb on down). It is very sobering stuff (hidden weapons caches in the US), and ought to be required reading for anyone interested in the Secret History of History.