My dad didn’t just want to play the flugelhorn, he wanted to perform on Carnegie stage; he didn’t simply tell his grandchildren bedtime stories, he self-published …
He walked to the front of the class, wisps of hair swirling around his head like tiny ghosts and looked at us with abysmatic blue eyes. I noticed that his hands were shaking.
Author Poe Ballantine discovered the basis for his latest book … right next door when his Nebraska neighbor disappeared and his mutilated body found months later.