78 soon, and still at it, looking for two words together I've never seen before, and forever looking for compelling characters to write about, and finding some of them.
On Gather, I'm Looking For ...:
Exposure for my books: Epic Cures, a collection of short stories just released by Press 53 in NC; A Collection of Friends, memoirs, published by Pocol Press in VA; This Rare Earth & Other Flights, poetry book published by Lit Pot Press in CA; 3 mysteries published (Vigilantes East, Death for the Phantom Receiver, An Accountable Death) and an NHL mystery mss looking for a publisher, Murder from the Forum, and four other novels, all completed since my retirement 15 years ago.
Tom, thanks for the reply. Congratulations on the new arrival. Having grand kids beats the you-know-what out of having your own--well almost. Big Oil thanks you for driving to Chicago. Actually, from what I've heard, hell isn't in hell anymore, it's in airports. Good luck on the books. You must be proud. You should be proud.
Well, Manny is a Dodger--I never liked the Dodgers--and now Joe Torre will begin earning his money. I have been a life-long Braves fan. I cried the day they announced that they were moving to Milwaukee. There was a time I despised the Red Sox. They five times the ink that the Braves got, and I honestly believe, because of that foolish left field wall, Red Sox games weren't really as good as the games--or teams--in the National League. I root for the Sox now, because it's fun to have the best team in the game in town.
I hope this goes through. I returned a message to you Thursday night, only to have it zoom out to electronic left field, where ever that is. George
If you think I'm a nut, you're probably right-- George Brewer
I have had a fascination with Frances Cochran’s murder since 1947, when I heard my parents discussing something which my 7-year-old ears weren’t supposed to hear. Just the same, I asked, “Who’s Frances Cochran?” My mother would only say that somebody did something terrible to her. In time I learned quite a bit about the case from news clippings and occasional broadcast remembrances, but I was never able to find the extensive information that you have presented in your fine piece. I assume you know of Janet Knowlton and her bazaar tale. I personally believe her story. Without going into too much detail, her monster dad, George Knowlton drove a ‘34 Chevvy with yellow-spoked wheels. She said that he regularly visited friends (as if this creep was capable of having friends) or relatives who lived around the corner from where the Cochran's lived on Webster Street in Lynn. If one drives down the hill which is Fiske Street in that neighborhood, you will be faced with the house in which I believe Frances lived. It is easy to imaging that she would have caught the eye of any young man up on that hill, let alone a sick hunter with a taste for blood. Recently, a retired tough Lynn beat cop passed away. He was buried on Hemlock Lane in Pine Grove Cemetery. My wife and I visited his grave on Memorial Day. As we inspected his newly placed headstone, I found there to be something compelling about the large section of aged stones directly ahead of his grave. After a short stroll through the area, I was stunned to find a stone that simply read, “Cochran” I hurried to it and found “Frances M. Daughter 1921 - 1941” inscribed on the back. When I looked up to tell my wife of my discovery, I saw that I was no more than a short Tom Brady pass from our policeman friend’s grave. I’m not very religious, but I’ve got a pretty good notion of Bill coming over to talk with Frances in a serene, peaceful place. She tell’s him who brutalized her, and if this phlegm hasn’t experienced all the pains of hell, he will now have to deal with a very tough cop who never looked very kindly upon anyone who would mistreat a lady.
