Archive for the ‘Mississippi’ category

King Of Podunk

September 21, 2013


I have a short story on Kindle for Free today and I think Sunday. King of Podunk

check it out on Kindle


Three Books

August 30, 2013

Just finished and placed my third book on Amazon. I think I am ready to go back to work full time. I have a feeling boredom is just around the corner.

Get a chance check them out. These are approximate prices. With Amazon, you save several different ways and it depends a little on where you live.

 Read a few chapters at Amazon. If you are interested and want an autographed copy, send me an email with your address. All three will be $30.00 any two will be $25.00 and Bubba Jones or Killing in the Delta will be $15.0 each. Back Porch Dramas are $13.50 each.

This includes shipping anywhere in the good old USA. gartalker@yahoo.comTell me what you would like the autograph page to say. If you live in the area drop me, a line and I will get one to you.

A Killing IN The Delta

June 1, 2013

A Killing IN The Delta

Just wanted to say thanks to all that have bought my book in the last few days. I am humbled by the numbers. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Again thank you so very much. I never guessed it would get off the ground so fast.

If you are interested please check it out at Amazon.

Too Soon For Christmas

November 25, 2012

Christmas starts a little too early at my house. It actually starts the day after Thanksgiving to be exact. My wife loves Christmas. You might even call her a Christmas Addict.
Typically I have to work the Friday after Thanksgiving. That means I get to miss out on all the decorating. This year I was off so guess how I spent my Friday morning.
If you haven’t guessed, I will tell you. Hand me that, tack this there. Move it to the right. That is too far move it back some the other way. Not that way, the other way. Then there was get that down. Be careful with that.
Yes my friends, for me work is where I belong on black and dark Friday.
The afternoon was spent looking through piles of stomped on items at the mall. To her credit she did take me to a very nice restaurant. I had a bowl of soup and a $15.00 hamburger. I don’t guess any one told this place that it was Black Friday and they needed to reduce their prices.
Saturday night we went to a little town about twenty miles away. It is Canton Mississippi. It is a small little country town. To its credit there have been several movies made there. They call their self the city of lights. I guess the town square of lights simply wouldn’t sound as appealing.
The town happens to be the county seat. That means there is a very old court-house in the center of the town square. Unlike most little sleepy Mississippi towns ever store is filled. This tiny little town has 324 restaurants in it. I looked it up. The people are truly happy and fat. That of course is my kind of place.
Starting on Black Friday night until January the first every year the square turns into a huge Christmas scene.
My photography is almost as bad as my writing, yet I still decided to attach a couple of pics.

God Always Makes A Way, Sometimes It Is A Strange Way

July 29, 2012

Dear Son,

This year the ground is extra hard. It has been weeks since we have seen any rain. You are in prison and I am too old to break the clots. There want be any potatoes planted this year.

Your Daddy


Dear Dad,

For goodness, sakes don’t be messing with that potato patch. That is where I buried all the dead bodies.


Your Son


The next day the FBI and several other Federal Agencies showed up and turned every bit of dirt in the potato patch. They found nothing and quietly left the property rather embarrassed.


2 days later

Dear Dad,

Sorry I couldn’t be there to turn the potato patch for you.  I hope the people I sent did a good job.

Your Son






June 13, 2012

There was time in my life that I thought New Orleans was the greatest city in the world. I could just see myself riding the street cars to work every day. I would have lived in the French Quarter of course.


I suppose age has changed my mind about New Orleans. That and the fact I have been enough times I now realized life for the people who live; there is not the same as the tourist like myself just visiting.


Still though, I can honestly say there is no where else like New Orleans. I am not a big traveler, but I have visited New York, Atlanta, Chicago and few other cities. Yes, I have even stayed at the Peabody in Memphis. Still, nothing holds a candle to the Big Easy.


When in Dallas, I found the people there loved Texas. People that live in New Orleans love Louisiana, but they adore their beloved home-town New Orleans.

With all that said. I must say at the ripe old age of sixty two the city I so loved at one time looks different to me today. Damn old age. It rings all the fun out of everything.


I now am in somewhat agreement with Larry the Cable Man,

not totally, just kind of.

He said the following.


Even after the Super Bowl victory of the New Orleans Saints, I have noticed a large number of people, implying with bad jokes and anecdotes, that Loozianna Cajuns ain’t smart. I would like to state, for the record, that I disagree with that assessment. Anybody who would build a city 5 feet below sea level in a hurricane zone and fill it with Democrats who can’t swim is a damn genius.


The more I think about the subject. My thinking is somewhere between being twenty-one again and Larry the Cable Man.


They say you are once an adult and twice a child. Maybe some day I will be a Democrat again and in love with the Big Easy.


May 26, 2012

I am one of those people that pick his nose and not his friends. That means I have very starched conservative friends along with some very liberals ones. As you can imagine this creates some very interesting conversations. Never more than when the lefties decide to visit when the righties are already there.

Now one conversation always comes up, the debt ceiling. Everyone sees it as a problem but no one seems to have the answer. That is up to yesterday. My very good friend Bubba Jones came by that day. I had a leftie there and righty and the debt ceiling was being discussed at length.

Bubba came in and sIt quietly listening to what everyone was saying. As always their answer to the problem, seem to make no sense at all.

I turned to Bubba, ”What’s you take on the debt ceiling?”

“It’s like this you see. You come home one day and the main sewage line that runs down the street has stopped up. Every house in the neighborhood is up to the ceiling in crap.

Now you gotta make a decision. Do you raise your ceilings or pump out the poop.”

Thank you Bubba I finally understand what these no it all’s have been trying to explain to me for the last three years.