HARKEN ‘Lost Art’ Amsterdam [Story Development]

One of our fiction stories in work—HARKEN, a suspense thriller—involves, in part, the search for a lost trove of art from some of the Dutch Masters. So I thought it would be cool to develop the previously ‘undiscovered’ artwork to include in the story.

Here’s the root prompt I gave my graphics team to create the first ‘piece of art’ (for Amsterdam). [Note: the exact prompts developed and used are more detailed and precise.]

Woman with a lighted lantern on a canal at night in Amsterdam in the style of a Dutch Master.

The images above are the examples received. We’ll apply effects or a filter to give it a ‘cracked-oil-painting’ look to age it.

About EVER VIGILANT | Leadership and Legacy by the Executive Chairman of CACI

The cover for EVER VIGILANT is one of our favorites. John Howard Sanden’s portrait of Dr. J. Phillip ‘Jack’ London sets it apart and makes it distinct. We’re proud to have provided publishing services for this book.


About EVER VIGILANT

“Fresh out of the US Navy as a naval aviator, Jack London joins a small IT firm as one of 35 employees. In short order, he is CEO and spends 50 years growing one of America’s most dynamic, innovative, and successful Fortune 500 companies. EVER VIGILANT is quintessential London, written in the clear, direct, often blunt, always honest way that he spoke. This memoir, not surprisingly, is so much more than a life well led but a prescription on how to live a good life! Jack’s journey is the story of adventure, daring, extraordinary moral courage, love of country, family, and faith, an everyday example of character-driven leadership.” —General Jack Keane, USA (Ret.), National Security Analyst, Chairman, Institute for the Study of War

“This superlative book is a compelling narrative about winning and achieving. In reading this book you will see how Jack London, a patriot and former military officer, became a legend in the United States government contracting industry.  Through his unique vision and leadership, he steadily grew CACI International over fifty years into a multinational information technology company to support some of America’s most important and critical work. As his friend and fellow Naval Academy alumnus, we shared many similar ideas about leading and growing organizations, from surrounding ourselves with the best people to knowing when to take risks to win big.” —Roger Staubach, Hall of Fame Dallas Cowboys quarterback, U.S. Naval Academy ‘65

“In this book, Dr. London describes his journey as an entrepreneurial leader, as he built CACI from a modest start into a Fortune 500 company.  This book is essential for those who want to think big and achieve big accomplishments in their lives.  Dr. London shows how vision, persistence, and determination lead to success.  His inspirational leadership is why I joined the CACI Board of Directors.  As a director, I watched Dr. London shape the future of CACI in a highly competitive industry, all the while building wealth for shareholders.  Above all, Jack London was a patriotic American, who shows in this book how American business initiative and leadership are good for America.  This book is a must-read for aspiring leaders and builders.” —Ambassador James S. Gilmore III, Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe (OSCE) (2019 – 2021)

“I just finished reading the draft of Jack’s memoirs, and I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to reread it. I believe it will be an inspiration to anyone who aspires to success in the business world, the military, or in their life pursuits.  The transitions from pure biographical events to lessons learned in building a business make the book quite readable and educational. Jack has blended together a biography, a history of CACI, a philosophy, and a love story that reads like a novel. I think this book will be of terrific value to its readers and perhaps even spawn another Jack London in the future.” — Admiral Robert H. Shumaker, USN (Ret.) Former Vietnam Prisoner of War


How do successful entrepreneurial leaders become legendary? Many characteristics lead to a legacy of exemplary leadership and enduring success. Entrepreneurial spirit, good character, risk-taking, commitment, initiative, confidence, independence, vision, determination, persistence, and endurance proved to be the winning combination for Dr. J. Phillip (Jack) London. These attributes are interwoven throughout his lifetime as narrated in this memoir that reveals his transformation from a kid living in rural Oklahoma to a midshipman at the US Naval Academy, as a Navy Aviator, followed by President and CEO of a government contracting company and culminating in his role as Executive Chairman and Chairman of the Board of CACI International, a Fortune 500 company employing over 23,000 people in 155 offices worldwide.

As a successful defense industry executive and expert on business ethics for almost 50 years, London tells us how he became a pioneer in the federal contracting industry and developed and built a successful business that continuously excelled and stayed strong for five decades through changes in the federal landscape. We see how his unique vision and strong leadership shaped CACI into a multinational information technology company to support some of the most important and critical national security priorities in America. Drawing upon his military experience, he set a high bar for business leaders across the industry in establishing the standard for leading with integrity.

Based on London’s personal, military, and corporate experiences and many real-life examples, this book presents time-tested lessons that are both relatable and impactful in defining an enduring legacy through exceptional leadership.

About the Author

Dr. J. Phillip ‘Jack’ London was Executive Chairman and Chairman of the Board of CACI International Inc (NYSE), a $5.7 billion technology solutions and services company with twenty-three thousand employees in 155 offices worldwide. During his twenty-three years as chief executive officer from 1984 to 2007, Dr. London built CACI into a leading information technology and network communications services company. His vision guided the company strategically, culturally, and ideologically for almost fifty years. Dr. London, who joined the company in 1972, was one of the pioneers of the government IT industry and also became known as the founder of the modern-era CACI.

He was a driving force in growing the company, largely through the highly successful M&A program he founded in 1992 which executed eighty acquisitions, expanding the company’s capabilities and adding customers across all of its markets, including Homeland Security, Intelligence, and National Defense. He was known as a visionary entrepreneur, a role model, a mentor, a patriot, and a thought leader. In recognition of his national reputation as an authority on organizational ethics, the Ethisphere Institute named him one of the Most Influential People in Business Ethics in 2014.

Dr. London was a graduate of the US Naval Academy and held a master’s degree in operations research from the US Naval Postgraduate School and a doctorate in business administration from George Washington University. He retired as a US Navy captain after serving twelve years as a US naval officer and aviator and another twelve years with the Navy Reserve. Dr. London received numerous industry awards and recognitions and was active in industry and community affairs. In 2019 he received the Distinguished Graduate Award from the US Naval Academy. Dr. London was the author of Our Good Name: A Company’s Fight to Defend Its Honor and Get the Truth Told about Abu Ghraib (2008); Character: The Ultimate Success Factor (2013); and Profiles in Character: Sixteen Americans and the Traits That Defined Them (2022).

CO-AUTHORS

Dr. Jennifer London holds a PhD in psychology from The Ohio State University and completed postdoctoral education in marketing from the University of Pittsburgh School of Business. As President of her own consulting firm, she has advised clients on strategic planning, business development, executive hiring, development, and outplacement, as well as marketing and community relations. Her work has included evaluating and developing potential customers nationwide for the development of new and expanded markets for companies ranging from private businesses to Fortune 100 corporations. Dr. London has also conducted mergers and acquisition search work for private clients and corporations.

As a consultant to CACI, she supported the company’s strategic mergers and acquisitions program, which resulted in the acquisitions by CACI of six companies totaling over $200 million in annual revenues. Dr. London’s analytic input, behavioral insights, and recommendations on corporate messaging were fundamental to CACI’s approach to the Abu Ghraib crisis. She was a member of the crisis management team and helped craft the conceptual framework for the highly effective hyper-crisis management strategy employed by CACI. Dr. London was also Strategic Advisor to the Executive Chairman and Chairman of the Board of CACI, Dr. J. Phillip London.

She maintains leadership roles in a number of boards and organizations and is the founder of the National American History and Founders Month Initiative. Dr. London has numerous professional publications to her credit, and was a co-author with Dr. J. Phillip London on his books Character: The Ultimate Success Factor (2013) and Profiles in Character: Sixteen Americans and the Traits That Defined Them (2022). She was also a contributor to Dr J. Phillip London’s book Our Good Name: A Company’s Fight to Defend Its Honor and Get the Truth Told about Abu Ghraib (2008).

Z. Selin Hur received an MBA degree from the Katz Graduate School of Business and a Master of Public and International Affairs degree from the Graduate School of Public and International Affairs at the University of Pittsburgh. Ms. Hur worked with Dr. J. Phillip London as a Strategic Programs Principal at CACI International Inc. from 2004 to 2021. She supported Dr. London’s thought leadership in national security and information technology, as well as the company’s strategic growth initiatives.  Ms. Hur also added to CACI’s leadership development and corporate culture programs by contributing to articles and speeches on defense, technology, and organizational development. She was also a member of CACI’s crisis management team engaged in the role of addressing and correcting media misinformation about the company during the Abu Ghraib crisis. Prior to joining CACI, Ms. Hur was a management consultant providing advisory services in strategic planning, communications, and business development to consulting and information technology firms worldwide.  Her career has included work as an information technology project manager for government and financial sector clients at EDS. Ms. Hur also worked in the World Bank’s Private Sector Development group, where she developed corporate governance best practices and public policy assessments for private sector-led growth in developing countries. Ms. Hur was a contributor to Dr. J. Phillip London’s book Our Good Name; A Company’s Fight to Defend Its Honor and Get the Truth Told about Abu Ghraib (2008) and a co-author of Character: The Ultimate Success Factor (2013).

Turning Words into Images

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One of our writing series is EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY, where I use a photo or a picture as a prompt and create an original story (for our publication or clients).

The flip side of that is using words to create images. With the increasing sophistication of *AI tools, that’s possible with remarkable results. But it takes creativity and the ability to ‘paint’ pictures with words to write the prompt that determines the image. An attribute and aptitude we have.

Our abundant imagination and wordcraft have given readers scenes, settings, and characters they can visualize as they read. Don’t take my word for it. Our website’s Reader & Client Comments page has over 35,000 words of feedback. You’ll find dozens of observations where readers tell us they could see the story unfold like a movie. Their senses came alive as they read. That writing skill helps us create artwork to enhance our original stories. Our AI-Generated work product is licensed for commercial sale.

This capability is also available to our clients for their projects. Want a free test?

*Currently, AI-Generated Content cannot be copyrighted, though transformative work on them can reach a sufficient threshold to qualify. Also, including AI-generated images does not affect the copyright protection of narratives and other visual design work products. A disclaimer will accompany all works we produce that include AI-generated images. We closely monitor legal questions and concerns regarding AI-Generated Content and developments from the U.S. Copyright Office and its new Artificial Intelligence Initiative.

Following is an initial gallery. While these first images are primarily developed for fiction, we’re working on imagery that complements nonfiction, which we’ll add to our portfolio.

A Time When It Was Fast [Fiction]

A flashfiction scene based on the above photo.

“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”–Jack Kerouac

EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY from Dennis Lowery (black)

Pleased her son had found it, the white-haired woman regretted it had sat there for years. Neglected. Forgotten. Still… there was a time when it was fast.

She closed her eyes.

With his heavy foot on the gas… oh, how it had made their hearts race. With each clutch and shift, his thigh rubbed hers, a sensual frisson. Freed by a necker’s knob, his brawny arm around her shoulders had held her tight. His fingers grazed the arc of her breast as they leaned in the curves and thundered down the highway. It didn’t matter where the road was going as long as they were together.

“Why are you smiling, Grandma?”

She turned to the young woman, her questioning look framed by a squint that drew the freckles—she had long ago told her were angel kisses—closer. “Katie, this was your grandfather’s first car.”

The girl looked at the car and then back. “I miss him.”

“I do too, dear. With all my heart.” Wind whipping her silver locks into a tangle, she placed her palm over a now wizened chest. “But he’s still inside.”

Katie hugged her tight, and the old woman felt those young arms—and her husband’s love—hold her. She let her go and watched as her granddaughter parted the dense thicket of tall grass and weeds to stand next to the once-abandoned car, touched, and patted its fender.

“I feel him with us, Grandma!” Brighter than the afternoon sun, Katie’s smile spread that dusting of speckles.

“I know, honey… I do, too.” And she knew he always would be.

EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY (tagline black)

She’s Mighty Mighty [A Vignette]

It was early spring 1978 on a Sunday at a teen (16 to 18 years old) dance club called, ‘Tiffany’s.’ The song, Brickhouse by The Commodores, came on, and Teresa got on a table.

It was a moment teenage boys dream about… mesmerizing. Tall, coltish, slender with long honey-blonde hair, and though only 17 (near to turn 18), the budding curves of the woman she was becoming were there. She turned as she danced, raising her hands over her head to lower and slowly trace—without touching—the line of her shape from ribs to thighs. They lifted to follow the same line and further to clear the veil of hair that covered her face, piling it up and letting it fall. Through mussed hair, I saw her gray-green eyes close and a slight smile, just showing the edges of her teeth, form on her lips. The pulse of the music washed over me to sink into my bones. The song ended; she swept the hair from her face again and stepped down. She returned to a nearby table where she had been sitting with a friend. Not one boy approached her.

I was usually a quiet guy, a private person (notwithstanding my writing of personal vignettes like this one). Not that I was shy but because I was, and still am, not a chatty person or everyone’s buddy, life-of-the-party type of person. But I liked what Teresa had done. We lived in a relatively small town of about 36,000. I knew her only slightly—she went to a different high school—but she’d also impressed me as the quiet type. She was pretty but not Barbie-doll perfect or carefully crafted and maintained to seem so. Not the girl every boy was after…, not the rah-rah-school-spirit, in the school’s most popular clique, kind of girl. And I wondered what made her do something extraordinarily intended to draw attention. So, I went and asked her. “What was that?” and gestured at the table she’d danced on.

“I love the song, and no one asked me to dance. So, I danced anyway,” she said.

The deeper meaning behind that feeling and how important that basic philosophy would become to me… flew right by. But I knew she’d done something brave. At that moment, I sensed she had felt at odds. Different from her peers… wanting to doinstead of wait… and decided on something entirely unexpected to celebrate how she felt about herself. That I understood completely. When the next song played, I asked her to dance. Afterward, she left for work, and I returned to my friends. A few days later, I asked her out, and she went to prom with me, and we dated a bit.

Soon it was graduation. A couple of months later, I was off to boot camp and saw significant changes in my life, new worlds, and new experiences. Teresa and I did not stay in close touch. Many months later, I came home on leave, and she still worked at the Burger Shef on Central Ave. I went to see her and saw she had taped a recent picture of me to her cash register. [The photo Teresa had was taken after a workout on my ship. My mother had given it to her.] So, I guess we connected, each giving the other something extraordinary, even briefly.

I’ve found in my life—more times than not—that what ‘feels right’ for me is the best way to go. I’ve done so many spur-of-the-moment things most people might never do. Because some norms of convention bound them or by their innate reservation or reluctance. Maybe even fear of being that ‘free.’ Being spontaneous and making it work out, especially on important matters, takes contextual judgment based on experience. So young people need to tread carefully. But at the moment… little things like dancing when you want to dance, singing when you want to sing… the ‘rightness’ of it fills you, and you just have to do it. Not for others, but for yourself. Not caring what others think. I think such innocuous things to be ‘no harm, no foul.’ Do it.

Teresa remained in our hometown, and when I left the Navy, I did not return to stay. I hadn’t thought about her since 1982. Then one day, I heard the song Brickhouse again for the first time in decades. It spurred that memory of Teresa dancing at Tiffany’s. So, I wrote this vignette. After finishing, I shared with my readers (receiving some immediate comments back):

“Best story to a song I’ve ever read. Damn, Dennis. You make girls fall in love writing this way!” –Nina A.

“What a beautiful story, thank you.” –Lisa Marie

“I loved this story!!! I’m often the quiet lone dancer.” –Michelle C.

Then I went online to see what news I could find of Teresa. The juxtaposition of my memory of her, so alive in that moment, with what I found… jarred me. And I took this vignette down and kept it so until thinking again about it and her and deciding to add this tragic epilogue.

Teresa’s obituary told me she had died on December 13, 1998. She was only 37 years old and left behind a husband, two sons, and two daughters.

I stared at it and closed my eyes—feeling tears pool behind closed lids—as I sorted through my feelings. Ours—Teresa’s and mine—was a mere passing moment of mutual attraction… of closeness. One that many people experience, especially early in their near-adult lives. And I’ve had friends and loved ones die, several shockingly sudden and too soon (as with Teresa). Death is an experience everyone is touched by at some point. It visits more often the older we get, and soon… it’s there for us. Still, discovering the news of Teresa’s death moved me. I sat there for a few minutes considering the ‘mortal coil’ articulated by Shakespeare in Hamlet. I thought more about Teresa and decided to append this ending and re-post this vignette. Though a painful and sad element has been added, I think its message is worthwhile. Forty-five years later, I remember Teresa and why she danced that day in 1978. And I hoped that for the twenty years she lived beyond our brief time together, she had a good life that brought her happiness. Because there was a time when she brought it to me. And because… “She was mighty… mighty….

Big Granny’s Wishbook [Creative Nonfiction]

This brief story came about while working with one of my ghostwriting and story development clients. His project was a book about building positive, long-lasting relationships. It asks: “What do you wish for in a relationship?” And then details a practical means of achieving those wishes.

Once his book’s content (the narrative) was about 95% where he wanted it, he and I discussed moving beyond the working title. We knew—and had received feedback—that the original working title wasn’t appealing. I gave him my NGFS analogy. [Naval Gunfire Support means a ship’s shore bombardment to support ground operations, counter-battery fire, etc.] It proves true with every book or story I’ve worked on. I told him: “With titles and cover designs… it’s like gunfire support, where it’s not unusual to fire long… shoot short… then adjust to get on target and fire for effect.” Now working in the private sector, retired from the US Navy, he had formerly commanded a DDG (guided-missile destroyer). And he and I are surface warfare Navy veterans, so he understood what I meant. We knew we could get on target with the right title by working through iterations. We continued talking, leading to me reviewing my perception of the book’s central question and theme. That line of discussion became a train of thought that triggered a memory I shared with him. It went like this:

“When I was a young boy, I occasionally spent a weekend with my great-grandmother. I grew up relatively poor, and my great-grandmother had lived a hard-scrabble life. She had raised her kids and grandchildren through the Depression era. And still, to that day (in 1971), had little in the way of luxuries or even comforts that we today take for granted. To my knowledge, she had never owned a TV but had an old radio. In the evenings, she would sit, chew tobacco, rock in her chair with the radio dialed in on a country and western station at low volume, and read every night. Two things only: The Old Testament and the Montgomery Ward catalog.

“The Bible was big and heavy, black leather scuffed and scarred… it looked as old as she was (about 80-something then). I’d watch her from the old couch that smelled of dog—even though she didn’t own one—as I read my book. After about an hour, she’d glance at the side table at the catalog. After the third glance, she’d shut the Bible setting it on her lap (it would go with her when she grew too tired to read; when she slept, the Bible was kept on the small table next to her bed). And she’d pick up the catalog.

“Now, my Big Granny (we called her that though she was tiny, barely 5 feet tall and maybe 100 pounds at the most) never—ever—smiled. She was not mean; it was just that a harsh life had worn away any gentleness. She might not have laughed or smiled around me (or anyone), but when I stayed with her, I could always count on her cooking my favorite foods. Skillet-fried chicken and fresh biscuits with gravy, apple cobbler, and other good stuff. She had a cast-iron frypan bigger than a 1950s Cadillac hubcap. Though it seemed like it weighed 30 pounds, she’d handle it like nothing and could cook a complete meal with just it. A good meal was how she showed love.

“Anyway, the first few times seeing her with the catalog, I noticed her face would lose its tension after slowly turning several pages. The edges of her lips would curve slightly to form the barest hint of a smile. Sometimes she’d stop rocking and lean to hold the catalog open under the table light, her bone-thin, gnarled finger tracing something on the page. She’d squint at it, and sometimes the smile would grow. Marginally. Then, with the briefest head shake, she’d settle back and turn the page.

“I finally asked her: ‘Big Granny, what are you reading?’

“‘Not reading… looking.’ Her lips straightened. Big Granny wasn’t much of a talker; you had to go after—chase down—any conversation you hoped to have with her.

“‘Looking at what?’ I wanted to know what would make her face soften.

“She stopped rocking. ‘Come here, boy.’

“‘Yes’m.’ I hopped off the couch and, in three steps, stood beside her.

“‘This,’ she pointed to the catalog on her lap, ‘is my wish book.’

“I thought of the story of Aladdin and the Lamp (I’d read it from One Thousand and One Nights earlier that summer). ‘What’s a wish book?’

“She looked up at me, and for a moment, I thought she might give me that curt smile, but it didn’t take. ‘It’s got all the things I wish I had but never did… never will.’ I heard the slightest tinge of wistfulness in her voice.”

Now, that’s a memory I had forgotten, brought back by our discussion. As my stream of thought about it ran out and tapered off, my client stopped me. “Back up. What did you call it? Her wish book?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “It was her wish book.”

“Maybe that’s it,” he remarked. “That could be a great title.”

I mulled that over for a moment and agreed we should add to the shortlist. After we ended our call, I sat for a moment, thinking. Not of the client’s project. A wish of my own had come to me. She’s long passed on, but I wished that back then, I’d been able to give my Big Granny something from that catalog she looked through each night. I also realized she’d lived alone for a very long time. That made me think about how blessed I am to not want for things and how important it is to have someone by your side. Someone to share the ups and downs of life, the good and the bad. Someone to hold that wants you to hold them and embraces you in return. Someone to have fun with. Someone to grow old with. As the father of four daughters, it’s what I wish for my girls in their relationships.

Though they didn’t for my Big Granny, I know wishes and dreams can come true. But you have to work to make them. Before it’s too late.

HALF [Fiction]

From our ‘Every Picture Tells A Story’ Series:

I came across the *photo used for this story cover. It made me wonder who lived and worked in that shop on that street… and that led to this little story for my daughters (and perhaps for others to contemplate its meaning and maybe share). If your life feels less than full… consider what the young woman in this story decided to do.


There was a young woman who grew up in a half-sized house, lived on a half-sized street, and worked in a half-sized shop with walls painted hopeful colors.

She sat in the shop’s window each morning, watching the half-hearted people come and go.

And dreamed of a full life.

One where there were two sides and a wholeness to things. One never cut short where she had to settle for less than all of what she dreamed was in the world for her beyond the boundaries of her small existence.

So, she worked, she lived, and wondered where her life would lead if she only followed the road that seemed to lead nowhere… to see if it didn’t. What if she walked farther than she ever had before? Away from what her life was… and where she existed… to where she could be all she dreamed.

‘Enough,’ she thought one morning and stood up, walked to the door, stepped outside, turned right, and was never seen again.

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Epilogue…

A person who read this asked me: “What happened to her?”

“It’s up to the reader to determine,” I replied.

“What if it’s bad?”

“Is that what you think?” I asked them.

“She was never seen again…”

I pressed them. “Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know. It might be.”

“Look at the context…” I suggested to them. “She was unhappy, discontented. That means she did not have enough—or any—of what made her happy. And she had seen others around her that seemed weren’t happy either. It was the same every day. Maybe not worse, but no better. So, she did what only she could do. She decided to discover what was at the end of the road that seemed to go nowhere. I think there, somewhere along that road or perhaps all the way at its end, she found happiness. And there she stayed.”

“Oh, then I like this little story.”

I smiled, knowing some people must be led to see the positive in things. And told them. “I’m glad you did.”


*Note about the photo: I’ve found this image all over the internet (in variations) with no attribution or copyright information. I’ve used it in this educational story under the rules of Fair Use.

Honey, Get That Book [Fiction]

From our ‘Every Picture Tells A Story’ Series: A 1950s Cold-War-Era-warning inspired flashfiction piece.

Inspiration for 'Honey, Get That Book'
Inspiration for ‘Honey, Get That Book’

First, an explanation. It is as Rod Stewart sang: “Every picture tells a story, don’t it.” An image or photo has often caught my attention and imagination and soon became one… a story. And I’ve had several people send me pictures and ask if I could write something about it for them. I did; many stories have resulted. Have a photo or image you’d like to test what story it holds? Contact me.


Bob and Jane sat at the table with Sandy and Timmy that Friday morning. When the work and school day ended, it was the beginning of a holiday weekend, and they had special plans.

Just the day before, Bob had picked up his new 1958-model Edsel from ‘Big Jim’ Axelrod’s Ford dealership in Union City. Jane knew he looked forward to the drive to the Poconos over the weekend. Bob wasn’t the kind—because of the ‘gaddam idiots’ driving through the neighborhood—to park his car on the street. He’d insisted on moving the Oldsmobile to get the new Ford under the carport. That he’d have to back the Olds out of the driveway each time to get to the Edsel hadn’t sunk in yet. But then, Bob wasn’t much for long-range planning.

Jane worried that bills—this new car added to them—were getting out of hand. She followed his admiring study of the new debt through the kitchen’s carport-side windows. She wore a not-quite-latest-fashion-but-still-nice gray dress with a broad white collar that perfectly framed her strong, lean neck and high cheek-boned face. Jane smelled of lilacs this morning. A fresh scent she’d found that Arturo, the pool boy at the club, liked a great deal. He called it ‘Lilicks…’ and would laugh as he burrowed his head between her—.

“Jane?”

She blinked away the memory of what she loved so much, but Bob wouldn’t do and looked at him. He had shifted his face around the edge of the newspaper to look at her. “Yes, dear?”

“Are you okay?” He almost seemed concerned.

She canted her head, felt her hand rise to her ear, and then stopped. She’d almost tugged at her right earlobe. Bob knew she only did that when she was nervous. He’d be on to her. Instead, she brushed a lock of hair—that hadn’t fallen out of place—back from her brow with the heel of her hand.

“I’m fine, dear.”

He grunted. His usual response when he didn’t quite believe something he’d heard someone say… or, more often, didn’t really care. But then added before ducking behind The Daily Courier, “You’re kinda flushed; you running a fever?”

“Really, dear… I’m all right.” She felt a catch in her voice and hoped he hadn’t heard it with Timmy and Sandy fighting over the last slice of buttered toast. Jane was meeting Arturo early that afternoon—between the Church Planning Committee luncheon and picking up the kids from school—at the Golden Pavilion motel where 6th Street ended at Highway 9. She felt the warmth rise again. But not on her face this time; she clenched her thighs. “Anything in the paper?” Getting him to talk about the news always worked.

“Hmmph… if someone—and I mean the gaddam president—doesn’t do something about them Russkies… they’re going to take over Europe.” Bob had fought in World War Two, serving in Patton’s 3rd Army, and was still pissed the US had let the Russians enter Berlin first. “And then they’ll be landing in New York.”

“Yes, dear.” It was automatic and came out of Jane’s mouth without thinking, her mind still on Arturo singing, Return to Me, to her last weekend. He so looked like Dean Martin. Then he had put his mouth on her… and his tongue— “What’s that, dear?”

He had the paper down and surveyed her again. “What are you humming?”

Then, like God had taken their picture, a bright light whitened their faces.

Bob, Jane, Sandy, and Timmy turned toward the picture window onto the backyard; a thick, twisting column of smoke climbed and darkened the early morning sky.

“Honey, get that book, you know… the one about—” Bob started and stopped when the lights went out.

They felt the house shiver and groan. Just before the window blew in, Jane saw the frown on her husband’s face and knew Bob’s thoughts must be on the Edsel… and them ‘gaddam’ Commies.

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NOTE FROM DENNIS

Someone who enjoyed this flashfiction story asked me if I planned to expand it because he wanted to know what happened to this family. I answered:

“Thanks, Damon; you never know. The saga of Bob, Jane, Sandy, and Timmy in the aftermath might continue. Does Jane leave to search for Arturo (her true love, so she believes)? Does Bob dig the Edsel out of the rubble to turn it into a shrine, memorializing what he’s lost? Does Sandy live long enough to get her braces off (or does their metal become radioactive through exposure to fallout)? Does Timmy ever tell his mom and dad what really happened to his pet hamster? So many loose ends to deal with, and we haven’t talked about survival yet.” 😊

The Liberating Effect of Placeholder Text

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Interestingly, songwriters also use placeholder text when they reach something they need to work on: research, refine, or develop. When I write, I use XXXX (so I can globally search and highlight to come back to it) and keep the writing flow going. But my XXXX is not as snappy as what Earth, Wind, and Fire’s leader, Maurice White, used in every song he wrote. He once intentionally kept ‘ba-dee-ya’ (his placeholder bit) in what’s become one of the band’s iconic songs. Leading one vocalist in the recording session to realize, ‘Maurice believed you never let the lyric get in the way of the groove.’

Read a great article at NPR about that iconic song: The Song That Never Ends: Why Earth, Wind & Fire’s ‘September’ Sustains

Keep your groove going…

A Point of Pride

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This is a bold-faced yet fact-based brag. Well, maybe better said, it’s a point of pride statement. My company has worked with many veterans, men, and women in government, the defense industry, and intelligence communities. And I’m incredibly proud we’ve helped bring their stories to life through our services.


– 2 CIA Officers (retired)

– Colonel, US Army (retired)

– 3 Captains, US Navy (retired)

– Lieutenant General, US Army

– Deputy National Security Advisor

– 3 Vice Admirals, US Navy (retired)

– 2 Rear Admirals, US Navy (retired)

– 2 Assistant Secretaries of the Navy

– Colonel, US Marine Corps (retired)

– Major General, US Air Force (retired)

– Senior VP of a Fortune 500 Company (defense industry)

– US Senator and Congressman (retired)/Army veteran

– A Former Special Forces Officer and Lawyer

– 2 Major Generals, US Marine Corps (retired)

– 2 CEOs of NYSE/multi-billion-dollar companies (defense industry)

– Former Special National Security Affairs Advisor

– 2 Lieutenant Colonels, US Marine Corps (retired)

– CEO of a Washington DC-Based Business Development & Strategic Planning Firm (government and DoD)

– General, US Marine Corps (retired), former Assistant Commandant of the US Marine Corps

– Former Senior Advisor to the Assistant Secretary of State for Human Rights and Humanitarian Affairs

– Assistant to the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Principal Military Advisor to the Secretary of State

The list could go on with those we’ve worked with in business, legal, science, medical, and educational professions (many of whom are also veterans). All of whom have great stories and information to share. We’re also proud to have played a role in their story and book development and publication.