I keep wracking my brain on how to get media coverage for my book Fire Horses. I will solve this delemma eventually. This is only a pause in my travels through this strange environment I call Literature Land. I have been invited to a book signing at a motorcycle gang’s club house. I am sure the experience will surpass the encounters I had with the hound dog and crows at the radio station. I am preparing a presentation and taking my police officer son with me to act as a body guard. I have been away from the big city for 16 years. Things have changed and I want to be prepared for whatever awaits me. I am sure it will be OK because the motorcycle club is made up of active Detroit Firefighters. They call themselves the Axemen.
