Fellow Road Warrior,
What a roller coaster the last few weeks have been! Our household defenses finally compromised, Covid managed to find its way into our home and unfortunately, the world lost rock legend, Meatloaf! I can recall my three sisters and twin brother singing, You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth in our family station wagon, and I’m unsure how my neighbors really feel in summer when they hear Bat Out Of Hell blaring from my cd player. RIP Meat!
Fortunately, while the 'Covid Cough' still lingers, our family is on the mend, and while I don’t ride a Silver Black Phantom Bike like Meatloaf, the snow is gone, the road is clear, and my Silver Bullet Ford Focus has returned to the Highway to Hell. Despite everything, the sequel to Route 666, Sins of the Father, is almost ready to be turned over to my editor!
The setting for my next novel is an area I thought I knew well, coastal North Carolina. Much to my surprise, my research showed me I did not know as much as I thought. Are you familiar with the story of the Beast of Bladenboro? As Jack Aitken finds out, it’s not a legend. It’s a fact!
Bladenboro, in the 1950s, was a typical rural small-town surrounded by pine forests and swamps. What happened there was eerily like what Anne had shared with him, but it was difficult to discern fact from fiction in the case of the ‘Beast of Bladenboro.’
Before I close, I wanted to give a special shout-out to rbrown119@hotmail.com, ellenwestfall@aol.com, and dorettamills@icloud.com. Welcome! If you have friends who might be equally as daring, have them join us and sign up at jdtoepfer.com. Remember, there are no stop signs or speed limits on the Highway to Hell!
J.D.
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