In Don Glander's first novel, Beyond Borders, Matt and Lindy found themselves in the middle of an illegal immigration crisis that destroyed their serene existence. With that horrific experience behind them, they resume a leisurely lifestyle of cocktail parties, beach walks, listening to their classical and jazz music collection, reading and creating culinary delights. Before long, this peaceful existence is shattered once again. Forces beyond their control find Matt and Lindy facing a perilous situation that could quickly bring it all to an end.
Matt and Lindy, island residents, are happily retired to a life of stimulating beach walks, volunteer work, leisurely cocktail hours and a quest to prepare the holy grail of southern seafood, the perfect crab cake. But Matt's chance discovery of the body in the marsh not only shatters their tranquil lives, it threatens his and Lindy's very existence.--Source other than Library of Congress.
As for that officer who greeted me when I graduated from the B-52 school and made the remark "What are you doing here?" when I came back to Carswell Air Base again for the second time in the hangar, well when the hospital was closing its doors for good, I saw him walking slowly from the hospital. I called out to him, and we exchanged greetings. While he asked what I was doing these days, I noticed that he was much older and walked slower using a cane. Then he told me, "Don, I have known you from 1950, and I have served with you in many different occasions. I stayed in touch with most of the men who served with me. When I first met you, you were just a young kid aged nineteen and always getting into trouble. Then you got married and settled down. I always said you would amount to something good when I noticed the way you made your choices in your careers. Looks like you did okay." After a year, I read in the paper that he passed away. Today I don't see much of my son's ex-wife (who I felt was as if she were my own daughter), and I still wonder why things like that happened. To walk away from a marriage of eighteen years and three children . . . I repeat: "Why?" Many of my military buddies are gone to the military heavens, so are many of my Ashton hometown school guys that I attended school with. I am still around. I have to wonder if what did happen in that cold watery accident in New Jersey when I found myself down in that river was it just the way the brain reacts to prevent one from becoming brain-dead from fright, or was it the work of some supreme act from God?
This history of Lafayette County, Mississippi, uses William Faulkner's rich fictional portrait of a place and its people to illuminate the past. From the arrival of Europeans in Chickasaw Indian territory in 1540 to Faulkner's death in 1962, Doyle chronicles more than four centuries of local history. 27 illustrations. 3 maps.
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