The days are turning slowly to the end of our ownership here. We put the property up for sale and had an offer in three days. We took it. Selling off everything here.
We have a home in Florida. This was a vacation home. Unfortunately there are problems. The primary is the medical services provided here in Albany by the VA. There is a Marine Corps base close by and it has medical for Vets, but it is only doctors. If you need medical for ANYTHING other than seeing a doctor you have to drive 90 miles S. to Dublin (and they are not fully equipped) or you drive 200+ to Atlanta. In Florida I have two medical units within 15 miles (the closest is under 10) and a hospital 45 miles away. There are two VA Vet readjustment centers, one in Sarasota and one in St. Pete (I go there after being tossed out of the Sarasota unit for “failure to accept services prescribed by the unit’s manager) and that translates to: he wanted me to undergo hypnosis to take me back into VN. He was NOT a licensed hypnotist. He was NOT a trained social worker. He had a degree in anthropology. I said “no.” He told me that because I was refusing his decision I had to leave the vet center. OK, I did, and I wasn’t the first to have that happen. Well, he is no longer in charge of that unit. I wrote a 3 page letter about him and sent it to the VA headquarters in DC.
Anyway, such is life.
I am almost finished with a book I have been working on for 4 1/2 years now. This book is about a killer, burglar, rapist, sadist, and who is now on death row in Florida. It is over 450 pages written from reviewing over 6,000 pages of documents, multiple interviews with attorneys, cops, victims, his girl friends, and I also met with the killer.
Following this book will come a book written from the diary of a man who spent five years in the late 1910s and early 1920s in Huntsville Prison in Texas.
At the same time I will be writing and publishing one or two new books of poetry and a new book of fantasy.
I received an email with the following comments, all of which are fantastic.
Dear Mr. Kuhn,
I thought you would like to know how I came about reading The Pelman Murders. My mother lives in Bradenton Florida and it was on a day that her and her gentleman friend(John) were having lunch at Bob Evens in Bradenton. You had approched them because John was wearing his Iwo Jima survivor hat. The converstion lead to the fact that you were a retired Marine and my mothers late husband was also a retired Marine. She had mentioned to me that you had mentioned you were a writer and that you had a murder mystery on the Kindle.
Well I just want to tell you I live in Northwest Indiana and have read both installments and I am hooked. I cannot wait til the next installment comes out. I already have in my mind what Marty looks like and Michael not to mention their creepy mother. I have also passed on to my friends about this mystery. I am a big reader of mystery and horror so this fit right in with my genre.
Thanks again for approching them otherwise I would have never known about it, I cannot wait to read the next installment.
A NEW FAN