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Clyde Bolton has long been a dean of the Southern sportswriting community. Now this popular columnist focuses his beguiling prose on his boyhood memories in his delightful memoir, Hadacol Days. The title is taken from a high school cheer: “Statham Wildcats on the Ball, They’ve Been Drinking Hadacol.” The Statham in the cheer refers to Statham High School, Statham, Georgia, now as long gone as Hadacol, but equally effervescent in the author’s nostalgic but clearheaded look back at what life was like in small Southern towns of the 1940s and 1950s.

Writing this book has helped me psychologically. It was, in part, written to help me deal with the death of my eldest son, Jamie, who was killed at the age of 23, on October 5, 2006, the day before my 59th birthday. The seed for this book was planted in my head while I was practicing my kick with a kickboard at the swimming pool at the gym I go to. For some reason, I had this crazy idea of quitting teaching and becoming a lifeguard. The idea of sitting high up there in a lifeguard stand and thinking great thoughts between heroic rescues of saving people from drowning, really appealed to me. This book is sort of a reverse coming-of-age story; maybe a going-of-age story. In it are a series of essays about my growing up and my growing old, as well as an on-going novella based loosely on my swim clinics.

For Ethel Erickson Radmer, a child of the 1930s, life in Wisconsin was an adventure filled with imagination, fun, and curiosity. Hers was a simple life, without computers and cell phones. It was a time when people in a small town dropped in on each other to visit and paid their bills in person. It was a time when folks honored courtesy and neighborly affection. If you knew someone was in the hospital, you brought them flowersfrom your own garden. Ethel grew up in a railroad town that bustled with supplies and troops for World War II. To a small girl from a small town, a Green Bay & Western Railroad passenger car represented nothing short of freedom. But Ethel found joy in the simple thingsa playground for roller skating a golf course made just for picnics and sled-ding (and swinging clubs) nearby farmland and barns to explore and a meandering river to quiet her heart. It was a simpler time, but Ethel Erickson Radmer was no simple girl. Walking the Rails is everything a good memoir should begenerously detailed, disarmingly frank, and emotionally moving. With wit, irony, and generosity of spirit, Ethel Radmer has woven a heartwarming and lush tapestry of growing up in a loving American family during the difficult days of the Great Depression, World War II, and its aftermath. Dave Wood, past vice-president of the National Book Critics Circle, former book review editor of the Minneapolis Star Tribune, and memoirist

British actress Kate Robertson is living the dream: she’s got a successful acting career, a mansion in Beverly Hills, great friends, and a hunky boyfriend. Once she gets her dream role in the remake of the science fiction classic Memories, Kate gets very excited. However, since she and director Ken Lyons are both connected to a Los Angeles criminal gang known as los Diablos, her self-centered co-star John Farrell becomes a full-fledged member of a rival gang known as the Sharks. Once they discover that the two remaining gangs in the city - the Volgograd Bratva and the Hong Kong Triad - merge with each other with the goal of ruling the Los Angeles criminal underworld for themselves, the cast and crew of Memories must put their differences aside in order to avoid being exterminated in the Battle for Los Angeles.