[inline:1]Several times before his tragic and unnecessary death, my father, Lou Steinberg, encouraged me to make a book out of his World War II letters. He was then a US Marine enlisted man, briefly in boot camp and then shipped out to South Pacific combat zones for almost two years. During that time, he wrote to his family in New London, Connecticut, nearly every day.

After his death I decided to honor his wishes, but also to add my writings about our relationship -- when I turned against just about everything he believed in -- including the US war in Vietnam. In addition, I've chronicled the neglect that lead to his death, and named those who refuse to accept responsibility to this very day.

Joe Singleton's back, this time in a place
suspiciously like Durham, North Carolina, and the years have been anything
but kind to him. As the story starts, "It was late Saturday afternoon in
late April in the last decade of what might as well be the last century..."
Joe's fed up with is life and decides to drop out and sever all his
relationships. To survive he squats in a dusty abandoned office in the
tobacco warehouse district and sets up Dixie Detective Agency. What follows
is murder, mayhem, and mystery, with hushpuppies, grits and ice tea along
the way. Joe stumbles into corruption in high and low places, and is forced

[inline:1]What happens when the mill leaves the milltown? How do people go on with their lives and find hope for the future after the reason for the town's existence vacates the premises? In this story we learn all this and so much more through the tales of Scamp and Sal, who both end of in Romantic, Connecticut.

Scamp, who might or might not be the "developmentally degraded" reincarnation of Woody Guthrie, lives to provide the Product and follow the Protocol as laid down in the Wisdom of Big Guy, and to admire the myriad Mysteries of Boss Lady.

Sal's back from decades of playing fifth rate guitar in a sixth rate strip club Way Down Yonder to hang out with Pop and share blaring visions of Channel 44, where it's always "All War, All the Time."

[inline:1]San Francisco, 1992: Conservative polititians in the White House, Governor's Mansion and Mayor's Office are marching in lockstep across a nation gripped by a dreary recession and 12 years of unrepentant Republicrat rule. All over the city of Saint Francis, thousands of homeless people roam the streets. In anger and desperation, they unite with a band of scruffy urban radicals to carry out a militant campaign of mass organized squatting.

They call themselves HOMES NOT JAILS!

This is a fictionalized versions of the Homes Not Jails story, in which the author participated early and often.

[inline:1]Millstone and Me chronicles the history of arguably the worst nuclear plants in the United States.

The three units comprising the Millstone Nuclear Power Station in southeastern Connecticut have released more radiation into the environment than any other U.S. nukes except Three Mile Island.

For over 20 years studies have demonstrated abnormally high cancer rates in communities affected by these releases. Yet the U.S. Nuclear Regulatory Commission and Connecticut authorities have turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to these findings.

Since its beginnings Millstone also has had an abominable operating and safety record. The sounds of exploding pipes and leaking valves led to frequent shutdowns as Millstone wheezed into the '90s. But despite the efforts of courageous Millstone whistleblowers to expose these unsafe conditions, the NRC continued to let the nuclear behemoth lurch along.