Author Archives: Bob Mayer

52 Years Ago Today: The Assassination of J.F. Kennedy- A Theory

jfk-hickey-with-rifleAccidental Discharge by a Secret Service Agent in the follow car, perhaps. Yes, Oswald was up there. And who knows why he was up there? Numerous volumes have been written about the various conspiracies, lone gunman, Carlos Marcello, the hobos, Woody Harrelson’s father, you name it. But let’s ignore all that and look at the crime scene. The third shot, the head one, always looked strange in the Zagruber film. It looked like a shot coming from behind. Note the guy in the follow car with the AR-15. When you get his backstory, it’s intriguing that he wasn’t even supposed to be there and he wasn’t well trained on the weapon. Remember the guys pulling the mini-Uzis when Reagan was shot? Anyone with time around firearms will tell you and accidental discharge, especially during a moment of crisis, is a likely possibility.

My wife has read many tomes about the assassination and the various conspiracy theories. And the thing is, any of them could be right since Oswald was up in the Book Depository and did fire rounds. But the ballistics for the last shot simply don’t add up. I’m not going to get into all the details as they are so numerous they can fill a book; and there is a book. If you want more, JFK: The Smoking Gun is the book and film about it. Worth reading watching. Yes, we can poke holes in it too. But it’s something to consider. When you start factoring in what happened and all that happened afterward, it actually has made more sense to me than any other, particularly the cover-up. No one wants to say– oops, we accidentally shot the President. And it doesn’t negate the other theories. In a strange way, it actually makes the other theories harder to prove too. But if we combine the third shot as an accidental discharge as the guy brought the AR-15 up from the floor with Oswald up there, things start to come together.

Just an idea to ponder.

And here are some more strange facts about Kennedy and the murder of his mistress less than a year later, including a meeting 2 days after the assassination in the Rotunda between Mrs. Kennedy and Khrushchev’s top adviser. It happened; as well as many other facts that I’ve woven into this novel.

“Today, every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the day when this planet may no longer be habitable. Every man, woman and child lives under a nuclear Sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of threads, capable of being cut at any moment by accident or miscalculation or by madness. The weapons of war must be abolished before they abolish us.” John F. Kennedy

Kennedy_FinalThe Kennedy Endeavor:  For 13 days in October 1962 the world came the closest to nuclear Armageddon. On 22 November 1963, President Kennedy was assassinated. On the 25th of November, as Kennedy’s body lay in state at the Rotunda in Washington, Anastas Mikyoan, Khrushchev’s top adviser, presented the Premier’s condolences to Jacqueline Kennedy. She took Mikoyan’s hand in both hers and told him: “I am sure that Chairman Khrushchev and my husband could have been successful in the search for peace, and they were really striving for that. Now the Chairman must continue the agreed upon endeavor and bring it to completion.”

On 12 October 1964, a Washington socialite named Mary Meyer was shot in the back of the head and through the heart at point-blank range. She had been married to a high-ranking CIA agent. More importantly, she had been carrying on an affair with President John F. Kennedy and was one of his most trusted friends, at his side through the Bay of Pigs and the Cuban Missile Crisis.

On 13 October 1964, the day after Mary Meyer’s murder, the Soviet Politburo forced Nikita Khrushchev to resign from power and put him under house arrest.

Today, Paul Ducharme and Evie Tolliver unveil a Fail Safe type scenario brokered by President Kennedy and Premier Khrushchev and race against time before the archaic Sword of Damocles initiates World War III.

Kindle Daily Deal: Time Patrol Black Tuesday

Black Tuesday finalOnly $1.99 today. This is the first in a new format of books for me: Where six members of the Time Patrol have to travel back to the same day in the past– in DIFFERENT years– to keep our timeline from being destroyed.

Time Patrol: Black Tuesday.

In this book the years range from 999 AD to to 1980, featuring events you are aware of, such as the title event in 1929; to ones you might not be, such as the last test flight of a modified C-130 transport plane in preparation for the second Iranian hostage rescue attempt. They are all briefly shown in this video, and below it is the actual event for Operation Credible Sport. I plan on following up with Time Patrol: Ides of March; Time Patrol: D-Day; Time Patrol: Independence Day; Time Patrol: 9-11; Time Patrol: Day of Infamy. And that’s just in 2016! Nothing but good times ahead!


A Contrast Along A Highway-The Road Less Traveled

I like taking the road less traveled. Especially when I’m in my Jeep.

I drove to Atlanta this past weekend to present at the Atlanta Writers Conference. Excellent conference, very well run and highly recommended.

thumb_IMG_2575_1024I’ve gone through the Smoky Mountains every which way you can (and there aren’t many ways). I hate driving on the Interstate. I-75 would have taken me there the quickest way, but being the contrarian that I am (am not!), I didn’t take it. I went down 411 which skirts the mountains. Then some other meandering. I actually stopped to take some photos (I normally drive as if there is a clock ticking which makes no sense, but might have something to do with my West Point experience, where there was always a clock ticking).

Apparently this was the Old Federal Road. According to the sign at left. I try to stop to read those signs, instead of blasting past.  I once drove the Natchez Trace; honestly, not highly recommended because it is numbingly the same most of the way. But I wanted to stop where Meriwether Lewis died and was buried in TN. Sad story there. No one is quite sure if he was murdered or committed suicide, but the latter is most likely. More about that the other day, plus pics. But right now I’m focused on the Old Federal Road. Because the South is rather interesting. I’ve lived all over; grew up in New York City. Was stationed in the South a lot– Ft. Benning, Ft. Bragg, Ft. Hood (although Texas it Texas, not the South). Lived in SC, now TN.

thumb_IMG_2576_1024So I had to stop and take a picture of this. Not quite as threatening as some signs I’ve seen. You know, the ones that damn you or else! One thing I find curious is that we often don’t have the capability to take another point of view. Studies have shown that most people exist in First Person POV– they think everyone is like them and can’t comprehend when someone else thinks differently, which is odd. A key to being writer is being able to take other points of view, particularly your characters!

thumb_IMG_2579_1024So a little further down the road, I see something else. Now it might be that this earlier one was on the RIGHT side of the road. And this one was on the LEFT side of the road. Of course if I was coming the other way, that would be reversed. I think. Or I might be wrong about that.

I did note a lot of pickups flying the Confederate Flag and while I was in Atlanta there were some references to the War of Northern Aggression. And I am not going to get into that! Sherman is not remembered fondly. Although he did spare Savannah! And War Is Hell!

Got to love the spectrum. There was another sign for a store that sold, seriously, should have taken a picture: GUNS and DRUGS. I was like, hmm. Interesting combo.

I do wonder, looking at the historical marker above, what kind of treaty granted the right of way for the road, that would later have such interesting people living along it.


Pansies I

IMG_2600My wife and I were out in front of the house today planting pansies. You know, flowers. I believe it’s the next step on my aching path of getting old. My back is sore right now and I still have dirt under my fingernails. It’s a bit late in the season and we’re hoping our maniac deer don’t swoop in and eat them. They weren’t eaten last year, but the deer problem has become much worse this year. I know people think they’re cute (thanks, Bambi) but when a place is over-populated it’s a growing problem. Because we’ve already gotten reports of coyotes in adjacent areas. And the deer inbreed, and, yada, yada.

Since owning this house I’ve really learned a lot of maintenance and gardening stuff. I’ve discovered that there is a video on Youtube on how to fix just about anything. And seriously, I’ve been a but stunned in the past by the expertise level of some of the service people who arrived to work on something. Really, a dryer isn’t a quantum computer. It’s a drum, with a belt around it, powered by a motor. Seriously. A couple of months ago we fixed a leak in the washing machine after watching a video, taking it apart, finding the tiny leak in a flexible rubber tube, ordering it off the internet, and replacing it.

I’m leery of electricity. The other day the lights wouldn’t go on a storage space above the garage. I checked the circuit breaker, the power line, etc. Then accepted it had to be the switch. So. I got a new one and was getting ready to put it in, then thought about what my wife would say if she opened the garage door right now and saw me. What would she ask me?  She’d ask “Have you turned the power to that switch off?” And in the past I’d be irritated and say “Of course!”, but I’ve accepted she has a reason for her questions, so I did one last look at the circuit breaker, and, of course, in all the going back and forth checking stuff, it was on.

While my back aches, I think I’m getting a little smarter about things.

We’re in the midst of our first Writers Retreat at Write on the River and it seems to be going well. One woman came down for lunch and said she’d written more this morning than ever in a single day. Another is working at the conference to my right, applying The Hero’s Journey to her novel. And I’m writing a blog post. We also added a desk facing out a window in the lobby on the top floor that has a great view out at the river and the mountains beyond. I imagine it will be time to break out the Tatingers Champagne in a little bit; but I don’t know. Everyone seems really intent on working.

I will keep you appraised of the pansy situation! Oh yeah, I’ll also discuss the quantum flux capacitor for the spa pump, which is the reason I believe it failed last night. Still working on that one.


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