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Barry and Steven, brothers collectively dubbed The B&L Show by their cousin Jack, find themselves in a bit of a pickle.One minute they're playing hide-and-seek in the back alley and the next,they're waking up in a strange world of orange sun and dark blue sky. When they finally make contact with the inhabitants of this world, they don't speak their language, and all they have to eat are big cooked grub worms that taste like roasted chicken.
Barry wants to find a way off this world, but Steven wants to stay and just be a kid.Along the way, Barry develops a crush on the Princess of the Simi Ana'K'anahu,is abducted by a flying creature, and has to survive time on a pirate fishing boat, all while avoiding the Tini Kalamamu who are after him for scarring up their favorite meol'ah with a Cub Scout pocket knife!
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I began this book as a birthday present for my brother. Once I got into actually penning it, it somehow sprouted wings and took flight in its own direction.
What began as a simple adventure story of two brothers, soon became a complex epic fantasy with elements of romance, excitement, coming of age, good vs. evil, and and in-depth look at loyalty and perseverance. I love this timeless story. While re-editing to repackage the series in May 2016, I again became entranced in the drama, action, adventure and the relationships the characters build. Each time I read it, I am cast into that world of the orange sun, orange people, Japanese Warlords, inter-dimensional travelers, creatures, and the realization that life can be an adventure in and of itself. It's our choice. To quote Barry man in book 5 - "Every day is an adventure, or it's just something you do. Every step, every blade of grass is a new experience or it's just the same old, same old..." That's a paraphrase, but you get the idea. Live life!Love life!Enjoy life! BarryMan
The shock of his father's untimely death came quickly to Clint in the form of a short and obtuse phone call from a Sheriff's deputy who just wanted to get off shift."I'm sorry to have to tell you this," he droned, "but we found your father's body in his home this afternoon at about four o'clock."
"What? His body?"
"Yes, sir ... looks like he just went to sleep and didn't wake up."
"Yeah ... folks from the church called. Said he wasn't at services."
"I just talked to him ..."
"Couldn't get 'im on the phone ..."
"So, we came out here.Door was open and all and the dog had pooped all over the living room. Seems like a pretty good dog and all."
"I ... I don't know what to do ... what do I do?"
"I think his lawyer has the maid comin' back to clean the carpet and all."
"Dog poop on the carpet.She's gonna clean it up and all."
"No ... I don't care about the damned carpet!" he nearly yelled.
"You don't have to get smart with me son. I'm calling as a courtesy!"
He hesitated, knowing this would go nowhere if he didn't calm down. "What do I do about my father?"
"Oh, that ... sorry, kinda got off track and all. His lawyer's takin' care of everything. Look, I gotta go. If you have any questions, just call his law--"
The phone disconnected quickly leaving him with a dial tone for comfort. The wife and kids were gone to Chuck-E-Cheese's for a birthday party, so he sat down in his chair, leaned over, and sobbed for a good ten minutes.
After his mother passed a few years ago he jokingly told his father he didn't know how he'd be able to survive without her since they'd been married for so long. He was just joking -but now it wasn't a joke and there was a deep ache in his chest every time helet his mind wander in that direction.
It'll be hard to tell the kids, he thought to himself. God ... how do I do that?
When they came home his eyes were still red and wet from the tears and he sat them down on the couch and broke the news.
"Ohmahgod, Clint! Why didn't you call me?" his wife asked, running to him and embracing him as he broke down again. The kids were crying, she was crying, even the dog got in on it, wandering into a corner and laying down with her ears pinned back. Luckily for all of them the phone rang interrupting their trains of thought and he wentto answer it.
"Yeah ..." he said hesitating.
"Clint? This is Jed, your dad's lawyer."
"God, son I am so sorry this happened. I just wanted to call and let you know I have everything in hand. Your dad had everything planned out."
"Wha-do-I-do Jed? I don't know what to do."
"I have everything under control, right now. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Not unless you can bring my dad back - sorry - it's just ..."
There as an awkward silence as both men searched for something to say. In the end business won out.
"Look, Clint, your daddy left explicit instructions in the event of his death."
"He always was a planner."
"Yeah, he was. And he has everything ready to go. But, I gotta tell you, some of it's gonna be kinda hard to swallow. Nuthin' bad, mind you, but... well, just be here at my office in the mornin' at eight. There's some paperwork and the will specifies a few steps I have to follow before anything can progress past the initial stages, so tospeak."
"Eight? Do I need to go and identify the ... the body, or anything?"
"No, son, that's all taken care of."
He was quiet for a moment and then he sighed "Jed, is he really gone?"
"Yep. He's really gone."
Clint didn't wait for the customary Goodbye to hang up. Jed understood and didn't hold it against him.
He spent the night tossing and turning, catching ten minutes of sleep here and thirty there, but never making it deep enough to dream, which was probably best. Most of his consuming thoughts were reliving memories in his head, like old reruns of the Beverly Hillbillies, occasionally laughing to himself. But that always led to more tears, which in turn led to him turning over and staring at the clock beside the bed, its red LED numbers burning their images into his eyes.
He thought about how his father had always been there, as his mother had, and how strange it felt to be without them - kind of like an orphan of sorts. And then, as it had immeasurable times before, that thought brought the tears. Finally, around four o'clock, he fell asleep, his eyes heavy and cried out, but was soon awakened by the alarm set for five.
He got up, trying to not wake anyone else, showered, got dressed, and then snuck out of the house.
He just started driving,not thinking about where he was going, just going and before he realized it, he was parked in front of his parents' house. He sat in the driveway from six until a quarter 'til eight before backing out and making the ten-minute driveto Jed's office.
He sat in the parking spot for just a short while, his heart pumping and pounding in his chest hard enough to drown out the sounds of nearby traffic, before he gathered his determination enough to get out of the car and walk into the office.
Nobody was in the front when he came in, so he just stood there peering at the pictures on the wall. He hadn't been in Jed's waiting room for quite some time, so most of the pictures mounted there were new to him. He smiled and nearly cried out when he realized his father was in more than a few of Jed's memories, as well. There were a couple with several baseball teams, and three with his old soccer teams.
One in particular grabbed his attention. It was a picture of him, his dad, and Jed standing out on a soccer field in the cold of winter. The picture brought back the sensations of the memory and he felt the sting of the chill wind on his legs and the crisp smell of the dry air as it stiffened his nose hairs. His eyes teared and his face felt all screwed up as he stared at the both of them, too many years past. Both were much younger than they were today: an entire lifetime ahead of them.
"Your dad loved that picture, too," Jed said from behind, startling him back to reality. "S'gonna take a long time to get over this, I can tell yuh."
"I miss him already,"Clint said through tears.
"Me, too, son. But we got work to do and this is gonna take a long time. Come with me," he said motioning Clint into his office.
Clint went in and sat down in front of Jed's desk. Lying atop it were three very large manila envelopes with his dad's name printed in black felt-tipped marker on each one.
Jed sat down and paddled his chair forward to the desk. He slid one of the envelopes to the side. "This one's all just legal stuff," he said and pushed the two largest folders together and toward Clint.
"These are ... well, I guess you'd say they're special."
"Naw ... no, the will's in this'n over here. We'll get to that later. But these - well son, he had me read it and I gotta tell yuh, I've known your daddy for over fifty years and this surprised the hell outta me."
"You'll find out sooner or later, but in this case, I think later'll be better than sooner."
"I don't understand ..."
Jed chuckled and leaned forward to whisper. "You think you don't understand now, just wait'll later on." And with that he laughed deeply and sat back into his chair pushing himself into the bookcase behind him. "Yeah, I miss 'im, too," he sighed,wiping away a few of his own tears.
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Book Description CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014. Condition: New. book. Seller Inventory # M1500637017
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