"Who the bloody hell's responsible
for this?"

Your dedicated, onetime, would-be Commie-killer. Quit college, mothballed my precious Snap-On tools, bade the affable motorcycle dealer, my erstwhile employer, a fond farewell, and took off for Pensacola to cast my lot with Naval Aviation. Saw a nice chunk of the world with the Navy's Hurricane Hunters and the Military Air Transport Service. Never zapped a Commie, but sniffed strong spoor during the Cuban Crisis and in the ever-fragrant Congo.

After that, the pesky last year of college, graduate school, a tad of corporate strife in New York, and a Big Apple bailout about half an hour before my liver morphed into a bookend. Now my battered skidlid hangs by the banks of the Chattahoochee, where I indulge the tendency to overrev my vintage VFR Honda, sail now and then, shoot a rapid or two and generally operate at the limit of public tolerance.

That said, I'm inviting you to join me in the Jack Mason Saga. You'll be in for the ride of your life... and of Jack's!

See you around-

Added female distractions include another older woman, a onetime ambassador to Italy. She's an avid supporter of anti-Castro Cubans, an aficionado of LSD and the wife of a global publishing magnate...

Jack grew up fast in The Rough English Equivalent (See it at Amazon). In the Quintessence of Quick, his orders send him to Stormron THREE, The world-famous Storm Chasers.The Navy ships his car, a Cunningham
C-3, to Puerto Rico, the site of his new duty station, Naval Station Roosevelt Roads.

He cuts quite a figure in it, ripping around the island off-duty, still coming to grips with his newfound financial independence. Early on, he tends to deal with both the military and civilian worlds with a youthfully-raw cynicism; he and his fellow characters are unfailingly vivid, sexy, and hot. As time passes, however, he acquires a sure-footed self-confidence. Jack's a guy whom readers won't soon forget. He and his supporting cast ignite as the saga unfolds, moving to grab the reader in a tenacious grip as they're spun and twisted within its ingenious plot lines.

Stormron 3's primary duty is hurricane reconaissance, flying into hurricanes in long range radar-equipped Lockheed WV-3 Super Constellations, better known to their crews as "Willie Victors." Away from this hazardous mission, squadron members  plunge into the diversions of their tropical island home. This enthusiasm is fueled at virtually every turn with cheap alcohol. Top brands of Puerto Rican rum can be bought from various outlets on the base for less than a dollar a fifth. From this easy availability comes a variety of results, from amusing to disastrous.

AND LATER
Oldest living human's mission

to the first century...

In the fifth millennium, Jack Mason, fresh from Golgotha, the site of the Crucifixion, avails himself of a hazardous opportunity. As a member of the scientific task force that developed tertiary force arrays, he volunteered for the theory's first practical test.  His successful round trip from the forty-third century to the first affords him the opportunity, should he decide to travel in time once more, to choose his destination. 

He picks the early years of his own long life, his mother's burly Jewish lover taking the place of his absent father in the small Georgia town that generations of her family had called home. See how it happens at Amazon...