About the Author:

In the third grade, LD Jacobson was struck in the head by an errant dodge ball thrown at mock speed by a friend. His massive cranium bounced off a brick wall and then he collapsed to the pavement where his noggin bonked again. He was whisked away by ambulance and taken to a hospital, ultimately diagnosed with a severe concussion. While in the hospital, he contracted pneumonia and spent a week there. What he saw, as he swam in and out of consciousness, haunts him to this day. Something about the psychedelic effects of eating cat litter… He’s been a radio deejay, television sports announcer and, for over twenty years now, a police officer. It’s the years in law enforcement that provide the backdrop for many of his stories, but it’s the imagination that gets them going. If you encounter him, he may put you in one of his novels – and you might have wished he had not!

THEN I HEARD THOSE LYRICS… 

‘To sit with elders of a gentle race, this world has seldom seen… They talk of days for which they sit and wait… When all will be revealed.”                                                                                                                                                                                                       Led Zeppelin / from their LP Physical Graffiti (1975)

There is an entire novel out there somewhere based entirely on the concept of those lyrics – and that song… Further proof that Led Zeppelin was never truly human at all. (Also, I don’t think those days are coming EVER – as long as humans call the shots.)

Trying something different for a bit as we roll deeper into summer… The Woodstock Music Festival is widely accepted as the most kick-ass such festival in rock music history, but it wasn’t alone… Jackson County’s Goose Lake Music Festival – a year later – was an amazing event all on its’ own…