Louie Flann
My life is made up of small vignettes where now I only remember the funny, the interesting stuff, and have pretty much forgotten the standing in wet shoes in the snow, the job interviews that I blew, the car not starting and the entire computer network crashing after I just touch, ever so lightly, the WRONG KEY.
My formative years were spent on my knees in the corridors of some of the most prestigious schools in suburban Chicago. The nuns tried to break my spirit on a daily basis but I persevered. High school was when I started working on cars, which I still do. Modern chemistry has allowed me to purge my fingernails of the grease from my first Fiat--finally. I studied engineering in college, then I left for the Marine Corp Reserves.
I worked on making screws and ladders. When things were still made in America, I made 'em. And, the government gave me two patents for it. I also owned and operated a woodshop and a gift shop sequentially.
I stood in front of high school students for years. Unfortunately, I believe, I have profited much more from it than they.
In the name of economy, I bought cars that needed work. The terminally ill were saved from the salvage yard just before their last breath. I helped them recapture their youth and usefulness. Some day, I will own a car of this
century.
Places I've lived: state with most governors in prison (Illinois), state closest to the Arctic Circle (Minnesota), and now, paradise (Florida).
For the unknowing, Naples FL is paradise. Several of my friends who have died and gone to heaven have said: "Hey, this ain't as good as Naples. I wanna go back." If you forget the balmy temp, there are still the lovely palm trees and flowers that scent and cover every inch of this leisure land. I couldn't have found a nicer place to settle.
I'm having a fun filled life with a wonderful wife (my neighbor's) (just kidding) and grown son and daughter-in-law.
I am presently editing a new mystery about a dog, and a volume of short stories and things.
My story, Next Time We Steal The Carillon, will be coming out in paperback around the holidays. All of my stories are written for the whole family--no bad words or inappropriate scenes.
Pass me my Piňa Colada please.
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My formative years were spent on my knees in the corridors of some of the most prestigious schools in suburban Chicago. The nuns tried to break my spirit on a daily basis but I persevered. High school was when I started working on cars, which I still do. Modern chemistry has allowed me to purge my fingernails of the grease from my first Fiat--finally. I studied engineering in college, then I left for the Marine Corp Reserves.
I worked on making screws and ladders. When things were still made in America, I made 'em. And, the government gave me two patents for it. I also owned and operated a woodshop and a gift shop sequentially.
I stood in front of high school students for years. Unfortunately, I believe, I have profited much more from it than they.
In the name of economy, I bought cars that needed work. The terminally ill were saved from the salvage yard just before their last breath. I helped them recapture their youth and usefulness. Some day, I will own a car of this
century.
Places I've lived: state with most governors in prison (Illinois), state closest to the Arctic Circle (Minnesota), and now, paradise (Florida).
For the unknowing, Naples FL is paradise. Several of my friends who have died and gone to heaven have said: "Hey, this ain't as good as Naples. I wanna go back." If you forget the balmy temp, there are still the lovely palm trees and flowers that scent and cover every inch of this leisure land. I couldn't have found a nicer place to settle.
I'm having a fun filled life with a wonderful wife (my neighbor's) (just kidding) and grown son and daughter-in-law.
I am presently editing a new mystery about a dog, and a volume of short stories and things.
My story, Next Time We Steal The Carillon, will be coming out in paperback around the holidays. All of my stories are written for the whole family--no bad words or inappropriate scenes.
Pass me my Piňa Colada please.
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Next Time We Steal The Carillon
Cozy Mystery
A 5th century BC antique from one of the Greek islands was the school's most cherished asset and its theft startled the whole university. Our criminology teacher, Professor Palma, and four of his students have been assigned the task of finding it. They've got to do it fast—before homecoming—or heads will roll, donations will dwindle, programs will be canceled and life will pretty much go downhill for all the students. After slowly revealing its history, our investigators see the value that this talisman holds for certain people. These contemporary temporary sleuths live through this cozy mystery set in the Midwest during the Clinton years.
Lighthearted, yes; scary, maybe; but fun to see how the prof and kids figure everything out.
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A 5th century BC antique from one of the Greek islands was the school's most cherished asset and its theft startled the whole university. Our criminology teacher, Professor Palma, and four of his students have been assigned the task of finding it. They've got to do it fast—before homecoming—or heads will roll, donations will dwindle, programs will be canceled and life will pretty much go downhill for all the students. After slowly revealing its history, our investigators see the value that this talisman holds for certain people. These contemporary temporary sleuths live through this cozy mystery set in the Midwest during the Clinton years.
Lighthearted, yes; scary, maybe; but fun to see how the prof and kids figure everything out.
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Witness Unleashed
Mystery
Picture this: you ask your dog, "What do you want, puppy?" And he answers you by leaving the room and coming back with his leash. Or you tell him: "Get me the paper," and he comes back, not with your shoe or his bowl, but with the newspaper that you asked for. Perfect communication between you and your dog.
There are other things that you can talk about, depending on your dog's vocabulary and the training he has had to sharpen his communication skills. Some dogs can recognize up to 400 words. Words like foods he likes, names of family members, places in the house and names of toys are some of the things he has committed to memory.
If we go back to our original question, "What do you want, puppy?" there are several different answers your dog could have given: a walk, throw the ball, a snack. Your dog thought about your question before he answered. Smart dog—yes he is.
This story is about a lost dog who was trained by professionals to express himself as best he could. And, during his training, it became apparent that he had witnessed something shocking, something that changed him.
In 1994, a brutal crime scene was discovered by the wailing of a dog. That dog prompted the neighbors to see what the problem was. This was Nicole Simpson's dog and this was the thought behind this novel. What if that Akita could have told what she saw?
This is a work of fiction but the feats our dog performs are within canine capabilities. Any Google search will bear this out.
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chapter 2 sample
Picture this: you ask your dog, "What do you want, puppy?" And he answers you by leaving the room and coming back with his leash. Or you tell him: "Get me the paper," and he comes back, not with your shoe or his bowl, but with the newspaper that you asked for. Perfect communication between you and your dog.
There are other things that you can talk about, depending on your dog's vocabulary and the training he has had to sharpen his communication skills. Some dogs can recognize up to 400 words. Words like foods he likes, names of family members, places in the house and names of toys are some of the things he has committed to memory.
If we go back to our original question, "What do you want, puppy?" there are several different answers your dog could have given: a walk, throw the ball, a snack. Your dog thought about your question before he answered. Smart dog—yes he is.
This story is about a lost dog who was trained by professionals to express himself as best he could. And, during his training, it became apparent that he had witnessed something shocking, something that changed him.
In 1994, a brutal crime scene was discovered by the wailing of a dog. That dog prompted the neighbors to see what the problem was. This was Nicole Simpson's dog and this was the thought behind this novel. What if that Akita could have told what she saw?
This is a work of fiction but the feats our dog performs are within canine capabilities. Any Google search will bear this out.
Amazon.com
chapter 2 sample
