Call it love. Call it culture shock. Call it mid-life crisis. It was a strange phase of angst, paranoia and introspection that drove me into a cheap-o kiddie pool with water jets set for counter-clockwise floating. Then an unexpected package arrived from which I still have not fully recovered…


JT Harrington, a shadowy, world weary South of the Border deal maker, is having qualms about his work and life. Smitten by a dainty Southern belle—she’s a Dawn Wells look-alike—he ships his sailboat to rural South Carolina and parks it near her parents’ generations-old plantation house.

But his transition to the boonies does not go well…

His type guns are not for hunting, his type boat is not for catching bass. He likes Zeppelin, not country. Nobody surfs. A neighbor’s cow keeps wandering near his stash. And somebody’s watching from the road.

Set in Jonesville, South Carolina, and in Central and South America, Blue Rubber Pool explores religion, politics, subversion, capitalism, socialism, marriage, Southern culture, angst and paranoia.

Plus there’s a mystery threaded into the plot—making Blue Rubber Pool, many say, a real page turner.

This is a local tale tied to a global one.

I can’t wait to hear what you say.

I’ve probably lost my mind.

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See early reviews and excerpt here.

Buy it on Amazon here.

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Blue Rubber Pool is mostly fiction. Facts are blurred as if ink on wet paper.






See my posts at Pineapple Hill, the beach-house-in-a-cow-pasture featured in Blue Rubber Pool.

The pool is gone but cows still go after my banana trees.