Okay, let me get this straight: this guy commits a heinous act of terrorism to protest heinous acts of terrorism? If you've read Phillip Harris's Waking God Trilogy or his Collected Messages, or Kenneth Weene's Memoirs From The Asylum, you'll find some interesting solutions.

The Viper’s Son is a tale of intrigue, mystery, greed, murder, betrayal, revenge, and, ultimately, redemption weaving through two generations and two continents. It begins in Germany, in the closing days of World War II along the coast of Florida, when the Nazi high command stepped up their real-life secret mission of sabotage along the eastern shores of Florida burying explosives on the beaches, delivered by the same U-boats that had been doing so much devastation to American shipping throughout the war. But this secret mission is something else as well, something even more sinister and cynical, something the Nazi high command has trained their special forces for years to prepare for the inevitable defeat of the Reich and their ultimate revenge.

Combine these elements with real-life modern international land fraud and betrayal of the most sacred trusts of all, and the fuse is lit. Are such men and women still out there and still as dangerous? When wealth beyond imagining and local political power that borders on tyranny clash, these things can and have happened here in America, and will again when sociopaths without conscious grasp for them.             

Is this luck or what

I was fishing in my kayak when a storm came up and I started to row to the dock. Mr. Moron In A Motor Boat sped by me at about ten feet away and swamped me, causing me to nearly go overboard in the storm. As he appproached I gave him the universal "slow down" sign with both hands.  As he went by I gave him the universal "is this your IQ or your sperm count" sign with one hand.  When I got back to my car, dragging my kayak, I discovered my car keys and cell phone (in a transparent plastic waterproof case) were gone. I was stuck! Did I maybe drop them at the boat ramp? I walked back and checked, Nope. The people putting their boat in (by now the rain had stopped) asked what I was doing. They loaned me their cell phone so I could call for help. I called my wife who gets off work at five (it was 1) and sat down by my kayak for the long wait. Many, many mosquitos had lunch. In fifteen minutes, the guy who loaned me the cell phone came up and said, "It's your lucky day, Mister- we saw your keys and cell floating out in the harbor!" It's a big body of water and the transparent case must have looked like a tiny jelly fish and the seas were mighty choppy. How could the only people on the water who knew I lost the case have even seen it? Should I or they have played the lottery? All best to you Sandy Cohen, author of The Viper's Son and Revelations, A Novel

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Hi, I'm Sandy Cohen, writer, former commentator on public radio, kayak fisherman, bookbinder, jazz musician, dad, husband, former professor, and Other Stuff.  I have lived in Florida, China (where I was in a feature length movie, "Do Not Disturb"), Georgia, Virginia and New York.  My published novels are The Viper's Son (action adventure) based on a true story about WWI when Nazi U boasts often landed on the shores of Florida, and Revelations, a serious-funny book about a guy who goes to Greece and meets Abis, part Native -American and part madman.  He's a kind of trickster god who leads Manny-Man through Greece and the bogs and barrier islands of Georgia looking for Abis's boss, Willy Love, and back to life.  You can see my book trailer at Author SandyCohen.com (the Sandy Cohen spot was taken by a guy who doesn't exist.)