Family loyalties, deadly feuds, and international drug wars are brought to life in Ninie Hammon’s new intergenerational tale inspired by the story of the Cornbread Mafia in rural Kentucky. Nobody knows what started the feud between the Hannackers and the McCluskys, but they’ve been enemies for generations. Now that the cash crop of choice for both is marijuana, the stakes have risen – and Riley Hannacker joins other Vietnam vets from Callison County to form a marijuana-growing co-op called the Cornbread Mafia. But Jackson McClusky harbors a dark secret from the war. It was he, and not the Cong, who fired that rocket into a bunker, killing and maiming his buddies. When Riley begins to remember what happened, Jackson sets out to kill them all. It’s not just Jackson plotting their deaths. They outsmarted Kentucky State Police Detective Booth Graham — now he is out for blood. And a competing Colombian drug cartel is sending a hit squad to wipe out the whole Cornbread Mafia in a hail of gunfire. Will the death plots by the McCluskys and the law succeed? Can they survive the cartel’s attack? And can they pull off an elaborate ruse to prevent future bloodshed by convincing all the South Americans that a handful of former soldiers is really an army of ruthless, blood-thirsty hillbillies? Will the other drug cartels buy the hoax? Will they believe the Cornbread Mafia really is the meanest dog in the junkyard? Blowin’ Up A Storm is the second book in Ninie Hammon’s new Cornbread Mafia series, a fictional story inspired by the real Cornbread Mafia that sprang up in picturesque Marion County, Kentucky, and grew into the largest illegal marijuana-growing operation in U.S. history.

First-person story about a jazz band in the thirties, and the tragically disintegrating operation of race prejudice upon both the victim and the guilty.

Righteous jive for all you weedheads, moochers, b-girls, gassers, bandrats, triggermen, grifters, snowbirds, and long-gone daddies. Much of the slang popularly associated with the hippie generation of the 1960s actually dates back to before World War II, hijacked in the main from jazz and blues street expressions, mostly relating to drugs, sex, and drinking. Why talk when you can beat your chops, why eat when you can line your flue, and why snore when you can call some hogs? You’re not drunk–you’re just plumb full of stagger juice, and your skin isn’t pasty, it’s just caf? sunburn. Need a black coffee? That’s a shot of java, nix on the moo juice. Containing thousands of examples of hipster slang drawn from pulp novels, classic noir and exploitation films, blues, country, and rock ’n’ roll lyrics, and other related sources from the 1920s to the 1960s, Straight from the Fridge, Dad is the perfect guide for all hep cats and kittens. Think of it as a sort of Thirty Days to a More Powerful Vocabulary for the beret-wearing, bongo-banging set. Solid, Jackson.