It's Christmastime, 1958, where are you? Me? I wasn't born yet, so to write about events in that year I had to do some research. And more importantly, I had to use a lot of imagination to get to where I felt comfortable creating scenes there. I felt like an intruder at first. The past is a foreign land, someone smart has said. I think that's true and I began there as a pretty anxious tourist, afraid I'd have my visa revoked at any moment. 

The Merry Life of Charles Parker is my first published novel.