It’s not just for breakfast anymore!


Yeah, I know those BeeryO’s commercials, “breakfast of champions” and all that shit, they try to make you think that.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my BeeryO’s in the morning.

But a cold beer is good anytime!

…in fact I think it’s beer thirty hours right now



This changed my thought processes. It had added a greater sense of urgency. I knew I could not stay there any longer. I would have to jump.

My best guess was I needed to jump about five or six feet out in order to land on the rock. The top of the rock looked to be maybe fifteen or twenty feet across. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and jumped.

The fall seemed to last forever. I had severely misjudged how far down it really was. As I fell through the cool black night, with the starlight lighting the way, I knew I would have a hard landing.

With a jolt that went from the bottom of my feet, through my body, and up to my teeth, I landed in the middle of the smaller boulder. The landing was indeed hard, much harder than I expected. In fact the rock was much larger than it had seemed before. I did a quick check but nothing was broken. Then I looked up, about twenty or more feet, to the top of the rock that only seconds ago I was on. I had been thinking it was maybe ten feet when I jumped.

I made it and that was all that was important to me at the time. The rest of the way off the rocks was comparatively easy.


Excerpt from Chapter 2 The life & Times of an Incorrigible

…One day, in sixth grade, I was sent to the principal for a fight or something, but I don’t really remember. I do remember getting suspended and learning a new word. She said that I was an ‘incorrigible’. I had to look that one up when I left her office. She also said I would never amount to anything in my life. I guess she was half right anyway.


SitRep 2/6/15 LZ Jerry


Spring like weather with 30 degree swing from day to night.

The biggest factor has been the wind. This week it came blowing through here at 100 mph. Well, OK …maybe not that bad …but it seemed like it.

A few weeks ago wind destroyed the shelter I had made for my dogs. This week I managed to get that completely rebuilt with a few design modifications that seem to work.

The stress level on LZ Jerry has been higher than usual for the last few weeks, but this week on my 1 to 5 scale it was between a 3 to 4. 1 being normal and 5 being worst case scenario.

Had to deal with civilians which always raises the stress level but the combination of civilians, cold, wind, and loss of my water supply for over 24 hours was what brought it up so high.

Don’t misunderstand, LZ Jerry is totally self sufficient. I use creek water in situations like this, but don’t really like having to carry 5 gal containers of water up from the creek.

There were a couple of days that were nice which allowed me to work on the dog shelter but when the water went out in late afternoon it was a bad to worse situation. It got down to 16 degrees that night.

The next day the wind started and it seemed, while working on the water station, that no amount of clothes would keep me warm. That was especially true when working hard enough to get hot, then taking off clothes to cool down only to be cold again.

The bottom line is plumbing is not one of my favorite things. The irony being in the SCUBA business I was constantly building fill stations and gas mixing equipment using pressures as high as 5000psi. (to give a little perspective a car tire is usually 35-40psi).

Today my hands are sore with numerous cuts and abrasions and the rest of my body is telling me; Jerry you’re a fucking old man, but my mind is telling me; you’re fucking infantry and you can do anything.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see who wins.

The good thing is, the sky is the bluest of blue, the sun is out, Lake Jerry is still full of fish waiting to be caught, and Mack’s Creek is running crystal clear.


It’s Friday and the fridge is full of cold beer. The Daytona race is just around the corner.

In summary; LZ Jerry is still a liberal free zone. It’s Friday! It could get drunk out tonight.

Life is good on LZ Jerry

Update on dog shelter; 02/16/17 wind, rain, & snow has not affected the new shelter and is still standing today

As a public service, I must warn you

I have received numerous accounts of people who, upon starting to read THE LIFE & TIMES OF AN INCORRIGIBLE, have been unable to put it down.

Other side effects such as laughing out loud in public and crying intermittently have also been reported.

Since this book is available online almost everywhere, in Kindle, Nook, Hardcover, and Paperback, please see this information receives the widest dissemination possible.

Thank you for your time.


Motivation to write

I was going through some documents this morning and ran across these letters/notes. They are from people who read my first book and it was an encouragement for me to write my next two books.


Dear Jerry,

My name is Agnieszka. I ‘m from Warsaw, Poland and I am Stephen’s friend. I’d like to thank you very much for signing your book for me. I began reading it on Tuesday when I said goodbye to Stephen at the airport in Cracow and I was so deeply engrossed in reading that I barely noticed my plane touched down in Warsaw again. I enjoyed tremendously the part about your childhood in Florida and the part about your service in Viet Nam is just unbelievable.

Thank you so much for the book. It is a treasure and so well written that somebody like me who has only learned English as a second language can understand almost everything without referring to a dictionary.

I hope one day when I come to visit Stephen in GA I will have a chance to meet you and talk to you about the things you described. I’d really like to know more.

I’m looking forward to meeting you.




Subject: One Great Read 


Thank you so much for the privilege of reading your book.  I sat down to read some last night around 10 and couldn’t put it down until I was finished.  I laughed so hard at the sloth story I thought I was going to wake the kids up. 

You have a true gift, your writing style is like we’re sitting across the table after dinner and having a couple of beers.  Your stories are priceless and it’s even better they’re true. 

You don’t know this, but my favorite author is Pat Conroy.  He has a way of telling stories about the south, my south, and the military, family, friendship, etc. that makes you wish you were a part of his story.  And you, my dear man, write like Pat Conroy.  The only difference is, this is your first book, and it took him 2 or 3 to develop the writing style you have.  I look forward to your next one, and your next one, and your next one. 

You are a natural-born storyteller, which is a complement coming from the Irish.  You are a true American treasure Jerry, and they don’t make them like you anymore. 

I hope you have a wonderful holiday.  Merry Christmas, Jerry. 



“Just finished it…. Have to gather my thoughts as currently I’m in complete tear breakdown mode… ”

“Where do I begin… I guess I should start at the beginning… Your words flowed off the pages as if we were on your porch enjoying a beer, chatting and watching the deer pass. The way you choose to present yourself in the books – as is – this is me – loved it!! I can picture you, broom in hand, faking your own misery for the sake of your recruits…. Priceless.!!! You’re the reason people want to learn and strive to learn, a creativity for improving everyone around you is a magical gift… Loved every minute of it and ponder how tasty the lobster was, considering all the work and people involved – (had me cracking up hahaha) and as I finish the first epic part of your life’s journey, I feel satisfaction for knowing such an awesomely strong human, someone that was trained and trained others to be tough and defend…..and who has a giant heart… 🙂  ”



Subject: My First Forty Years 

“Jerry, I finished the book tonight and I remember laughing to each chapter until the end of the book where I cried and still am crying as I write this because I was there at the time and I have been there myself. God Bless”