Hey, I’m Vic
You haven’t met anyone like me, not if you haven’t bought a used car off a lot in a small town, if you haven’t walked into a backwater radio station and hung out with the DJ while he’s spinning 45s, if you haven’t argued pitches in a high school baseball game. Oh, I almost forgot; not if you’ve never met a real life spy and been hired by the DEA. I’ve been in all of those places. My name is Vic Jennings.
On the other hand, if you have done any of those things, pull up a chair, crack a cold a cold one and give a listen. The rest of you? You missed out on a lot of stuff–a lot of life lessons and a lot of stone cold truths. These truths? They came at us, at me and others of my generation when we weren’t looking. Feel free to eavesdrop. My people and I want to share a story about baseball, about feeling kicked out of the middle class and about failing before falling…in love.
You’ll meet all of us in Len Koepsell’s novel, Three Strikes, You’re Dead. You guessed it, a lot of it’s about baseball, America’s pastime, or so I thought baseball was, growing up. But hey, if you’re a soccer fan, don’t click off yet. The story’s got free travel to interesting places, a seaplane and more than one murder. It’s a story told as I remember it, and I’m an umpire, and umpires are never wrong.
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