Miss Mae's Page

Be There-to see what it was really like.

Eavesdrop--as a father recounts to his adult children his exploits as an Air Force "Jolly Green" combat helicopter rescue pilot in Vietnam.

Ride Along-and determine what you would have done when another man's life was literally hanging in the balance.

Feel-what it meant to save a life.

Experience-heart pounding action in Vietnam Air Rescues.

Join author Dave Richardson on his August blog tour to learn more about his life as a "Jolly Green" rescue pilot, picking up aircrew shot down in North Vietnam and Laos. This book is a real treasure with details of his 7 rescues of 9 men and over 30 anecdotes relating to his experiences. The book is profusely illustrated with more than 100 photos, maps and drawings. To order your copy visit his website at www.vietnam-air-rescues.com.

To download a sampler with excerpts from Vietnam Air Rescues visit www.nikkileigh.com/var.htm. This sampler contains various excerpts from the book and contains Dave's first rescue in complete detail and with pictures he took while he was in Vietnam. 

On Monday August 18th, Dave is a guest on the radio show - Book Promo 101 - Write, Publish and Promote. To listen in, to call in or to download the show later - visit, www.blogtalkradio.com/nikkileigh Interview 3:00 - 4:00 EST - Call in number (347) 215-8201

You can visit the site www.blogtalkradio.com/nikkileigh and click on the reminder button on the promo for Dave's show. This will activate the reminder and you will receive an email before the show. Dave will be back on Monday August 25th along with the last person he rescued. Both men have written books from their point of view and they'll be interviewed together on 8-25-08 from 3-4 pm EST.

For more information about Dave's entire tour, visit 
http://virtualblogtour.blogspot.com/2008/05/upcoming-virtual-book-tours.html

On August 27th, various authors will gather at the Latte Lounge at Coffee Time Romance for a chat. Readers are welcome and desired! There will be prizes, contests, and plain old fun! Come visit with your favorite author (hopefully, that's me!), and meet some others that will be sure to inspire you with their engrossing books!

Hope to see you there! The high dose of caffeine starts at 9 o'clock eastern time through 9 p.m. What a day it'll be!

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Last week was spaying time for the little puppy that arrived at our gate this past April. It was hard to believe she was already about six months old. But there it was facing us--separation time. Since she's a nervous traveler, she didn't do well on the trip in. Poor little thing was so sad looking in her taxi and we hated leaving her. We were told to pick her up next day.

Well, that didn't work, because someone didn't understand the orders! They fed her (which she didn't argue against, I'm sure), but that delayed her surgery by another day. So here we were, still missing her (except for the older two dogs who enjoyed the peace without the playful, rough-n-tumble youngster), still hoping everything would turn out all right.

The next day arrives and the surgery is complete. We're told to come pick her up the next day. We almost couldn't sleep the night before and got up with the sun, definitely arrived as soon as they unlocked the door! Really wasn't the best timing as it was chaos there. We never spoke to the vet and there were about six different workers that spoke with us and we got six different instructions! But, finally, Trudy was brought out and we took her home.

That will be a week come Thursday. She's absolutely delighted to be home, the stitches are almost all disappeared and she's back to her teasing, growling, catch-me-if-you-can gallops around the yard.

Now we just have to coax the older dogs out of their sulk....

Greetings, Cypernuts! Once again, you're privileged to hear from your official, unofficial reporter, I. B. Nosey. I'm strolling about the pasture and I see a familiar face on that horse. Hullooo....

Nosey: What's your name, Horsey? I think I should know you.

Horse: Of course you should know me. Don't you watch re-runs on TV? My name is Mister Ed.

Nosey: Mister Ed! Oh, you're the one famed for—

Ed: That's right. A horse is a horse, of course, of course. Yep, that's me.

Nosey: So they've put you to pasture. Now that's a shame. The world could sure use your kind of horse sense right now.

Ed: Wilbur still comes by and gives me all the—ah, since this is a G-rated interview, let me call it dirt—on what's happening.

Nosey: Good for Wilbur. Then you're aware this is a Presidential election year in America.

Ed: I sure am. Not many candidates to choose from, is there?

Nosey: What do you mean? There's Clinton, McCain, Edwards, Paul, Obama, Romney—

Ed: Who did you say? No, sonny. I mean, you've got two choices. Because there's two political parties, right? Either a jack-tussy (seeing as how I can't say that little word, you understand), or a big, broad elephant. Know why their symbols are like that? Let me tell ya. 'Cause a candidate is either as stubborn or obstinate and hard-headed as one of those jack-tussies, or else he's a big, awkward, bumbling elephant. And what do elephants do? They've got that long, let-me-poke-it-in-your-business snout which they use to trumpet with.

Nosey: Trumpet? As in blow their own horn?

Ed: You're catching on, sonny.

Nosey: So you're saying the nation is limited regarding a leader. Either we've got to have an ornery, bad-breathed mule or a bossy, out-of-tune clux.

Ed: Great pickings, eh?

Nosey: Well, share with me your choice, Ed.

Ed: Goes without saying it'd be Wilbur. He's got bad-breath and he's a real clux too, but that boy has horse sense. Yes, sirree, he does because he takes advice from me. With the two of us running this country, folks could be assured there'd always be plenty of hay in every stall.

Nosey: But, um, Ed, folks don't eat hay.

Ed: Maybe it's time they started. Might fill in those holes they have in their heads that lets all their smarts leak out.

Nosey: Well, I think that concludes our interview. This is I. B. Nosey signing off, and over to you, Gander--

Ed: Hey, Gander, tell America you got this swell scoop straight from the horse's mouth, ya hear?

Nosey: Gander, turn off that microphone!

Ed: Oh, a horse is a horse, of course, of course.....


Copyright 2007 L.M. Thomas

I believe all writers are inspired by something when they create a story. Maybe a memory motivates them, or something from a movie, a remark overheard, or even a fragment of a dream. But somewhere they get that "kick" that fuels them to furiously pound out a new plot on that coffee-stained keyboard.

Mine comes from various elements, but I'll let you in on a secret. All my heroes are inspired by...my husband. Now, none of them look like him at all. My six-foot-tall, blue-jeaned, as-country-as-cornbread Georgia man resembles nothing of my brooding, mysterious Gareth Davenport; seductively smiling insurance agent Preston Hitchcock; or my latest--newspaper reporter Remington Hawthorne.

What I mean is, it's my husband's characteristics, his personality, and his unfailing masculinity. I think he's incredibly...ahem, I'll say attractive...when his face is lathered with shaving cream and he makes those crooked faces when he runs that razor down his cheek, over his chin, up his neck. Yep, that's something exclusive to a man all right. I'll run away from any woman that shaves her face!

With my heroes, I want them to exude the strengths I see in my husband. Sure, because of the circumstances I throw them in, they'll react differently. But always I show them with the courage he possesses, his loyalty, and maybe even a bit of his wicked teasing.

But now the heroines? Give me a minute and I'll get back to you...