Author Jim Whitesell was reared in the land of Icicles. Minnesota. He now lives in the land of No Icicles. Arizona. This is not by accident. In his turbulent younger years he did manage four years at the University of Minnesota, a stint in the Army Reserve, an 18 month civilian tour in Viet Nam and ten threadbare years writing part time for a small town newspaper. He also managed plenty of screw ups, abused booze and various chemicals and therefore embarked on a very long tour in a 12 step program.
In Jim's middle years he took on the obligations of a family man, marrying Betsy, who had four sons, soon adding a pair of daughters, plus Jim had a son from an earlier relationship. In the course of just a couple of years, going from a marginally curmudgeonly bachelor to a family man with a bunch of kids, Jim had to find a better paying line of work. He did, thereby engendering no little befuddlement in the inhabitants of his local world. The usual response--
"Say what? Jim Whitesell's a fed? You got to be kidding."
Nope. Not kidding. And yep, he was a fed. Much to the utter eye-popping astonishment of those who knew him, Jim wound up an armed federal law enforcement officer on the Mexican border. Customs and Border Protection. Which, combined with his reportorial and writing past, are the twin pillars of his journalistic first person non-fiction book, Border Tales, and The Elvis Chronicles, his whimsical series set in a fictional-and, some would say, borderline hallucinogenic-skewed take on the same world. Jim also wrote a mystery/suspense novel, The Storm, which is set in the Huachuca Mountains of southeast Arizona during a near Biblical scale deluge that was the real 'Hundred Year Storm' of 1983.
Several more books are under construction.
Jim dabbles in playing roots and folk music--Old Time Stringband, Bluegrass, Classic Country and Celtic. He also makes CD's and DVD's and dabbles in photography.
And he sure does enjoy living in the land of No Icicles.
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In 1983 the storm of the century inundates the desert state of Arizona. A disparate group of people--pot hunters, hikers, illegal immigrants, smugglers and would be hijackers--are stranded in the Huachuca Mountains by rising flood waters. Bad luck? Far worse. They are being stalked. A murderously deranged man uses the cover of the storm to begin killing the interlopers in "his" mountains
The Elvis Chronicles, Book IV
Book IV in the Elvis Chronicles series.
The Elvis Chronicles. One more time. You' re already got your Pandora's Box of skewed reality wide open. You're entering the Elvis Chronicles, Book IV.
The Elvis Chronicles, Book III
The Elvis Chronicles. Book III.. Once again take Senior Inspector Elvis T. Kretzweiler and a Customs and Border Protection Enforcement Team and plunk them on the Mexican border. Get thyself into the vicinity of that Pandora's Box of skewed reality. You have now arrived at the portal to the Elvis Chronicles, Book III.
The Elvis Chronicles, Book II
The Elvis Chronicles. Book II. Once again, take Senior Inspector Elvis T. Kretzweiler and a Customs and Border Protection Enforcement Team lurking on the Mexican border. Chew some more peyote buttons. or your preferred alternative method of choice, to open up that Pandora's Box of skewed reality. You are at the portal to the Elvis Chronicles, Book II.
The Elvis Chronicles Book I
The Elvis Chronicles. Take Senior Inspector Elvis T. Kretzweiler and a Customs and Border Protection Enforcement Team. Plunk them on the Mexican border. Chew a peyote button or two, or whatever other path you take to open up your Pandora's Box of skewed reality, and settle down to read. You have now arrived at the portal to the Elvis Chronicles.
A first hand journalistic account of the day to day working life of front line Customs and Border Protection officers on the Arizona Mexican border. The author is both a former journalist and a retired Customs and Border Patrol officer.
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