WineSnark Gets Physical.
New Book Features WineSnark Memoir
I’m holding a book in my hands and I love the feel of it. My friend Robin Robinson, author of The Complete Whiskey Course: A Comprehensive Tasting School in Ten Classes¹ explained, “There’s something special about the tactile pleasure of holding your thoughts in your hands.” Conscious ideas and experiences suddenly have paper and ink to smell, an evocative cover to see, and rustling pages to hear. But it’s the weight in my hands that makes me realize that when it comes to the five senses, nothing gets my heart thumping like the sense of touch. I can’t help myself, I’m a tactile kind of guy (no, no – not tactful – you regular readers know me better than that). What I mean is that when it comes to pure joy, no other sense has been more universally incorporated into my experiences than the sense of touch.
Into the Stormtroopers. Part Two
Today’s post has nothing to do with wine. This is part two of a true story about a presidential assassination attempt, the American Nazi Party and the de-evolution of truth. SPOILER ALERT; please read part one HERE first. All photographs ©1981 Donald Carter.
NOTE: “Into the Stormtroopers Part One and Part Two” was published in Living Springs Publishers anthology, Stories Through The Ages Baby Boomers Plus 2020.
“This is a must-read story about the tumultuous events that abruptly thrust Don Carter into the international spotlight and an adventure of a lifetime … Don’t miss this gripping, page-turning mystery about events that every baby-boomer will remember. Don won second prize with his story.”
NOTE: “Into the Stormtroopers Part One and Part Two” is the First Prize winner in the 2017 Writer’s Workshop of Asheville “Memoir” competition.
“… writing style is impressive, and the descriptions were vivid. The content is gripping, unusual and page-turning!” The Writer’s Workshop of Asheville.
NOTE: The literary journal New Millennium Writings awarded this article Honorable Mention.
The De-Evolution of Truth
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
― George Orwell, 1984
May 1981
The phone rang at dawn and as I pulled the receiver close a metallic shout from the caller jolted me upright and awake.
“FEDS SEIZE NAZI PIX!”
“Wha …?”
“The New York Post. Front page. FEDS … SEIZE … NAZI … PIX!”
Five minutes later I stood sockless at the corner newsstand, scrutinizing the front page of the New York Post. Two familiar Nazis stared back. Adolf Hitler’s portrait hung in the background, his stare intense and chilling. A young neo-Nazi with a raised pistol in hand stood in the foreground, his expression unreadable and lifeless – but no less chilling. My eyes went to the photo credit beneath the picture where I found my name.
Read MoreInto the Stormtroopers. Part One
Today’s post has nothing to do with wine. This is part one of a true story about a presidential assassination attempt, the American Nazi Party and personal regret. In light of recent events it seemed an appropriate time to tell the tale. All photographs ©1981 Donald Carter.
NOTE: “Into the Stormtroopers Part One and Part Two” was published in Living Springs Publishers anthology, Stories Through The Ages Baby Boomers Plus 2020.
“This is a must-read story about the tumultuous events that abruptly thrust Don Carter into the international spotlight and an adventure of a lifetime … Don’t miss this gripping, page-turning mystery about events that every baby-boomer will remember. Don won second prize with his story.”
NOTE: “Into the Stormtroopers Part One and Part Two” is the First Prize winner in the 2017 Writer’s Workshop of Asheville “Memoir” competition.
“… writing style is impressive, and the descriptions were vivid. The content is gripping, unusual and page-turning!” The Writer’s Workshop of Asheville.
NOTE: The literary journal New Millennium Writings awarded this article Honorable Mention.
Of White Power and White Guilt
As a younger man I seldom gave thought to motivation or consequence. I felt compelled to take risks – to seek out the dark places and walk with the beasts – but the nearest I came to reflection was when I inevitably picked myself up, checked for injuries and wondered, “What the hell was I thinking?”
As an older man I’ve struggled with the emotional fallout that comes from second-guessing one’s actions but despite some feelings of regret, I believe my raison d’être was well intentioned. I like to think I climbed under the bed in the middle of the night, faced the monsters and dragged them into the light so that we might all better understand the hatefulness that grows in the shadows we choose to ignore.
When I was a freshman at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago I set out to expose these darker places. Little did I suspect that the images I captured would one day attract international attention and the FBI, subpoena in hand, would come looking for the monsters I uncovered.
More on that later.
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