Romantic Love

​A Diamond with Many Facets

Someone asked me to define romantic love. I can do it for me, maybe. For someone else, no way. It seems to me love has to be different for different folks. But I can take a stab at defining love for me. We’ve been happily married for almost sixty-seven years, so I guess I’m qualified.

One facet of love is the need to be with someone. When we first began to date, I simply wanted to be with her every minute that I could. There was a driving need to be together. There was the joy of sharing our deepest thoughts and dreams. It was through long talks that our souls began to weave around each other. We would each listen and empathize with the other. We shared our hurts. We shared our joys. We called it feeling “close.” Whenever we didn’t feel “close,” we spent time talking and sharing our thoughts and feelings. Soon we felt “close” again.

In our early years, there was a ‘fun’ facet that was always prominent. It was fun to be together. We could each make the other laugh. We still can.

Early in our relationship we established honesty and trust. If there is no honesty, love can never happen.

There is certainly a facet which can best be called physical sharing. We needed to hold hands, to kiss. Later, we became even more intimate, but at no time did the physical need overcome our simple need to be together and to feel emotionally “close.” On the contrary, our “closeness” enhanced the physical part.

As time wore on, a support facet came to the fore. Life is not always easy. There are downs, lots of them. Downs are easier to bear when we can share our feelings with each other. Sharing the downs makes the ups that much better.

The work facet is very real, also. We both worked hard toward our collective goals. When you are working to help the person you love, work can often become a joy.

Our children enhanced our love greatly. Children mean work, certainly, but they also mean concern and worry. Regardless, they brought incredible joy and family warmth. Nothing beats that kind of love and joy.

We are old now, but even in our declining years, we still hold hands. We still touch our feet together in the bed. The touch tells us, “I am there for you and you for me.”

Perhaps I can leave it this way. Love is a wonderful, gentle twisting of two souls around each other.

  • Chuck Gleason


TouchPoint Press takes on Jack Martin’s sequel to Brother Can You Spare a Dime?, Destroyer of Worlds!

It is 1940 and Special Agent Harry Bierce (aka Alphonso Clay) of the Federal Bureau of Investigation is facing his greatest series of challenges to date. On the orders of J. Edgar Hoover, who does not like Bierce (and is the only one who knows his century-old secret, except for the two children he fathered with his wife, Teresa Duval, of the Alphonso Clay series) but often must rely on the deceptively mild-looking agent, Bierce must thwart the efforts of Heinrich Himmler, head of the Nazi SS, to derail the re-election of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Not only that, he must identify a murderous spy in the midst of the Manhattan Project and supervise the detention of a monstrous creature that under no circumstances must be revealed to the American public. To top it off, he must guide the career of a young, troubled female agent (the daughter of a constable who was murdered by Bonnie and Clyde that Bierce blames himself for not intervening/preventing) through the maze of chauvinist corridors that is the FBI under Hoover.

Bierce aka Clay is a unique character whose lineage is a contaminated mesh of human and ‘other-worldly,’ giving him special gifts and talents — super-human eyesight, hearing, speed, and other abilities; one being he cannot die naturally. With the death of Arabella Lot, his first love, and now his deceased wife, Teresa Duval, he puts himself in repeatedly dangerous situations, volunteering for the most horrendous assignments, hoping for someone to kill him.

After receiving his Juris Doctorate from UCLA, Martin worked for The Department of Defense and the aerospace industry, specializing in contracts and regulatory issues. Tracing his Californian ancestry all the way back to the 1830s, Martin developed a passion for American history and the mystery genre. With encouragement and support from his beloved wife, Sonia, he began writing The Alphonso Clay Mysteries. Sonia passed away on Christmas Eve 2009, following a brave battle against ovarian cancer (the same devastating disease that took Teresa Duval from Alphonso). He promised her he would finish the books and become a published author. The series, all published by TouchPoint Press, includes: Treason on the MississippiThe Siege of KnoxvilleMurder on the MarchMurder by Plague, and Assassination at Willard’sDestroyer of Worlds is next in the series. Brother, Can You Spare a Dime? (Amphorae Publishing) is the bridge novel that picks up with Clay in the late 1920s. Published by TouchPoint Press  Represented by Loiacono Literary Agency  Jack Martin

“Fireworks & Freedom” by Bud Hearn

“And it shall come to pass afterward, I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions…”  Joel 2:28

What we have here is a minor 9th Century BC prophet projecting his prognostication of great blessings which God promises to pour out on His people in the future. While he probably did not have America in mind, per se, who can ignore the fulfillment of this prophesy in the founding and maintaining of our great land? And tomorrow we’ll again celebrate this blessing.

Soon the skies of our Homeland will explode in celebration of the birthday of Independence Day, a dream come true. It marks the 242nd anniversary of our Republic. But what exactly will we be celebrating?

Freedom, that’s what, fruit that has matured from the Tree of Vision nurtured by courageous men and women, young and old. These patriots pledged their lives and fortunes to fulfill the deepest dream of mankind…Liberty. The Declaration of Independence is the Word, the seed of that powerful dream, a dream that beats in the heart of every citizen.

What is Freedom? A chimerical wish-list envisioned by idle daydreamers? Some romantic notion devised by Utopian idealists? Hardly. The poet, Gibran, writes, “(Vague) and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end…that which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined…and if you could hear the whispering of the dream, you would hear no other sound.” Thankfully, our ancestors heard that whisper. Do we?

From what compost is Freedom conceived? Often from the exploited detritus of oppression, enslavement, tyranny and brutality. It seethes in obscurity. It endures beneath the turf of tyrants, despots and dictators. When it can no longer be suppressed, its collective voice shouts, “No more!” It then rises from darkness into a tsunami of unrestrained power.

All births are bloody. Travail precedes each. Ben Franklin and a friend once watched a hot air balloon exhibit in a field of France. The balloon rose slowly from the ground, floated over trees, and landed in a nearby field.  Peasant farmers with pitchforks, ignorant and fearful, attacked it.

The friend remarked, “What good was that experiment?”

Franklin replied, “What good is any new-born baby?”

Freedom begins as a baby. But it grows, changes, dreams of its own destiny. America’s experiment with Freedom is older now, but no less vibrant. The baby is maturing, and it’s changing.

How does Freedom consist, hold together? Is it by milquetoast methods of submission to the winds of fortune? Or is it by, as Churchill said in England’s dark hours of WW II, “…blood, toil, tears and sweat…?” All revolutions and preservations of Freedom are achieved not by slick rhetoric, but by the shedding of blood. America’s experiment with Freedom is no different.

Is our dream of Freedom in jeopardy? Has it become a faded billboard for rent, cheap? A fast-food court of entitlements, tawdry trinkets and handouts to appease the masses? A nation of freeloaders and pilferers of the public treasury? Free everything…healthcare, food stamps, welfare checks, mortgages, you-name-it? Are we like drunks, sucking the dregs of the Dream at the bottom of a bottle of debt, celebrity politics and self-gratification? Scary thoughts.

Again, this year the fireworks extravaganzas will bring to remembrance Francis Scott Key’s words, “…and the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.” And that’s what we need…a constant reminder that the horror of darkness has not extinguished our flag, the symbol of enduring Freedom.

On Wednesday the Spirit of Liberty will blow softly in the breezes. Firecrackers, both real and symbolic, will beat back the night for a little while longer. After the parades, picnics, BBQ, hot dogs, beer, watermelons and heartburn, we’ll sleep soundly, nurtured in the comfort of Freedom. But not all of us.

Somewhere on a dusty desolate plain a soldier with a weapon will keep a night watch. Somewhere a baby will be born. Their lives will merge with old men who still dream dreams, and with young men who still see visions.

Every generation has the power to retain or forfeit this Dream and Vision of Freedom. Which will we choose?

But for today, The Dream and the Vision live on. Now, begin the parades. God bless America.

Bud Hearn

July 3, 2018



You could have heard a pin drop!

JFK’S Secretary of State, Dean Rusk, was in France in the early 60’s when DE Gaulle decided to pull out of NATO. DE Gaulle said he wanted all US military out of France as soon as possible.

Rusk responded, “Does that include those who are buried here?”

DE Gaulle did not respond.

You could have heard a pin drop.


When in England, at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of ’empire building’ by George Bush.

He answered by saying, “Over the years, the United States has sent many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return is enough to bury those that did not return.”

You could have heard a pin drop.


There was a conference in France where a number of international engineers were taking part, including French and American. During a break, one of the French engineers came back into

the room saying, “Have you heard the latest dumb stunt Bush has done? He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the tsunami victims. What does he intend to do, bomb them?”

A Boeing engineer stood up and replied quietly. “Our carriers have three hospitals on board that can treat several hundred people; they are nuclear powered and can supply emergency electrical power to shore facilities; they have three cafeterias with the capacity to feed 3,000 people three meals a day, they can produce several thousand gallons of fresh water from sea water each day, and they carry half a dozen helicopters for use in transporting victims and injured to and from their flight deck. We have eleven such ships; how many does France have?”

You could have heard a pin drop.


A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included Admirals from the U.S., English, Canadian, Australian and French Navies. At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large group of officers that included personnel from most of those countries.

Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks, but a French admiral suddenly complained that, whereas Europeans learn many languages, Americans learn only English. He then asked, “Why is it that we always have to speak English in these conferences rather than speaking French?”

Without hesitating the American Admiral replied, “Maybe it’s because the Brit’s, Canadians, Aussie’s and Americans arranged it so you wouldn’t have to speak German.”

You could have heard a pin drop.


Robert Whiting, an elderly gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on.

“You have been to France before, monsieur?” the customs officer asked sarcastically.

Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously.

“Then you should know enough to have your passport ready.”

The American said, “The last time I was here, I didn’t have to show it.”

“Impossible! Americans always have to show their passports on arrival in France!”

The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then, he quietly explained, ”Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate this country, I couldn’t find a single Frenchman to show a passport to.”
You could have heard a pin drop.

Thank you, God, for  me being and American! Thank you, God for giving us President Donald Trump!

Put these dates on your calendar for The Dragon Soldier’s Good Fortune by Robert Goswitz!

Goswitz Calendar of Literary Events

July 21, 2018, Black Opal Books publishes The Dragon Soldier’s Good Fortune.

August 30, 2018, 7:00 pm, Book Launch at Books and Company, Oconomowoc, WI.

November 2-3, 2018, Southeast Wisconsin Festival of Books, University of Wisconsin, Waukesha Wi., Panel Discussion featuring The Dragon Soldier’s Good Fortune.

An ancient king of Vietnam commanded his subjects to cover their arms and thighs with dragon tattoos. The accepted belief of the time was that the Dragon Spirit protected farmers against evil spirits in their rice paddies.

In 1971, Private Ed Lansky seeks protection from a different form of evil, Something to guide him through his year in country. Each time the war tries to kill him or burden him with guilt, the dragon appears, guarding and guiding him. A weight lifts from his soul as he discovers the power of the Dragon Spirit…

His Warrior Shield.

Although this is a work of fiction, much of what happens comes directly from Goswitz’s personal accounts, making it ever so real in the mind’s eye of the reader. Commendable writing of a turbulent time in American and Vietnam history. The Dragon Soldier’s Good Fortune endorsements and reviews

Robert Goswitz was born and raised in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, graduated from Milton College, and holds an MA in Education from the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater. He was drafted into the US Army in March of 1971 and served in Vietnam from September of 1971 to August of 1972, receiving the Combat Infantry Badge and the Bronze Star for his service. After the military, Robert was a special education teacher from 1974 until his retirement in 2007.

As a proficient writer, Goswitz’s novel excerpts have been published in O Dark Thirty Literary Magazine and The Military Writers Anthology for 2015. Another excerpt received Honorable Mention from the Tom Howard/John H. Reid Fiction/ Essay Contest sponsored by Winning Writers “One of the Writer’s Digest 101 Best Websites for Writers.” The Dragon Soldier’s Good Fortune is his first novel. Robert Goswitz   Facebook Represented by Loiacono Literary Agency Published by Black Opal Books 

Jack the graphic artist at Black Opal Books shows his Sgt. Rock Comic Books influence, with this over the top, cover proposal. But the soldier wears authentic Vietnam era battle gear and I liked the dragon. I asked Jack for something more mysterious.

THE COVER will be revealed in the July newsletter.

July 21st, 2018, Black Opal Books will publish The Dragon Soldier’s Good Fortune!
My journey to publication is almost complete. I will post the Amazon sales links to purchase my book in the July newsletter. This would be the quickest way to get my story, especially if you don’t live in southeastern Wisconsin.
For those of you who live in southeastern Wisconsin and plan on attending my Book Launch at Books and Company in Oconomowoc please consider holding off on the purchase until August 30th. I will sign the copy you buy that night.

Whenever you buy my book, please consider posting a review on Amazon and Goodreads.

As Luck Would Have It
You are reading news about the upcoming publication of The Dragon Soldier’s Good Fortune.How about a story? Not all my stories made it into the final edition of my book. I’m launching a blog that will give you a feel for Ed Lansky’s life and times. The tumultuous 70’s. It will also include interviews and whatever else comes to mind as I set out to tell my story.

Here is my blog link:

Now available! Daniel C. Lorti’s sequel to The Avignon Legacy, Knights of Honor!

In Knights of Honor, Sir Jean Termonde and Sir Maurice Chatillon, two decorated knights of valor who saved the Vatican in Avignon, continue to discover adventure and disorder on missions for the French Crown. Comradery turns much more serious as Sir Maurice is passed the torch of governing Arles, France as mayor, while Sir Jean is appointed ambassador of France in a not so peaceful Italy. Intriguing politics, including Italian city-states vying for territory, a battle royal for control of Southern Italy led by an Avignon pope-sponsored French force, a war with England, and an increasing pirate threat in the Mediterranean are only the beginning. Ambassador Termonde and Sir Maurice navigate the turbulent times with daring initiatives and bold tact, aided by Captain Axe (a dashing English captain turned French privateer), a legendary mercenary, a Roman cardinal, and a novice spy.

Daniel C. Lorti is the author of a number of novels including The Avignon Legacy, a historical fiction account of a missing medieval treasure, and The Missing Factor – A Jim Factor Novel, which embodies his professional background in a suspense thriller. Knights of Honor is the sequel to The Avignon Legacy. In the works are The Business End, the second in the Jim Factor Novels, and The Mulligan. He is a member of the Historical Writers of America and the Mystery Writers of America. An aerospace engineer with sensors, weapons, and intelligence background, he was the Chief Radar Engineer for the Northrop Grumman Corporation and on President Clinton’s twenty-member committee for Trade and Investment in Northern Ireland. A former international arms broker, he conducted business in Europe, the Middle East, and Asia. During his career, he and his partners sold a successful aerospace company to Northrop Grumman Corporation. He currently resides in Newport Beach, California. Lorti is represented by Loiacono Literary Agency and published by Argus Publishing.






Vote for Bracha Goetz’s Searching for God in the Garbage on Fupping!

Vote for Bracha Goetz’s Searching for God in the Garbage on Fupping! Just click on the ‘UP’ arrow at the bottom left of the book cover and if you loved it as much as I did, leave a great comment!

Searching for God in the Garbage is an extremely candid chronicle of how the author became an observant Jew and overcame anorexia, told through actual diary entries and letters, spanning through the 60s, 70s, and 80s. It reflects changes in both the inner and outer world of the author during these exciting and turbulent years. The reader experiences the loss of innocence during adolescence, struggles with increasingly riskier behaviors, as well as the emergence of a gradually developing eating disorder.

The thesis of this psychological and spiritual detective book is that eating disorders reflect hungry souls. As demonstrated through the author’s recovery and eventual epiphany, these destructive behaviors are the symptoms of a desperate craving for spiritual nourishment.

Dr. John Flynn at the San Diego Comic Con International, July 18-22!

Dr. John Flynn at the San Diego Comic Con International, July 18-22!  Wed night is 6 pm to 11 pm, Thurs-Sunday, 9 am to 11 pm. San Diego Convention Center and throughout the city of San Diego.

Dr. John L. Flynn, author of over twenty-one works, will be autographing in the Sales Pavilion Saturday morning 10-11am.


From 2002 to 2004, Flynn was nominated for three Hugo Awards for his science fiction writing. John also received an honorable mention for his unproduced screenplay for The Jovian Dilemma in the 2003 Screenplay Festival writing competition. His first novel, Intimate Bondage was published by BelleBooks. The other four in the series, Architects of ArmageddonMurder on Air Force One, Terror at G-20, and Merchants of Death are published by Argus Publishing. Represented by Loiacono Literary Agency.