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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

What is a HERO?

Am honored that Los Angeles PD, Retired Lieutenant Raymond Foster, asked me to contribute story to "What is a HERO?"

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

John H. Briant

My Friend and Inspiration

Many years have passed since John H. Briant and I worked together as brothers in the family that goes by the name of New York State Police. Trooper Briant was the epitome of what a law enforcement officer should be and he was an inspiration to me. After a long and outstanding career in the State Police, John's latent artistic talents were allowed to emerge and he began penning the Adirondack Detective series of books depicting Private Investigator (retired NYSP Investigator) Jason Black (the personna of his creator) as a devoted champion of truth, justice and the American way. The Adirondack Detective is a very likeable unassuming, personable hero,trying to enjoy a peaceful retirement in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains, but criminals constantly require his attention. Briant has developed a very loyal following of readers who enjoy following Jason Black's adventures.
John Briant is a creative, talented author of books, but he is also an accomplished artist specializing in painting Adirondack landscapes. One of his masterpieces graces one wall of our den.
I consider myself blessed to count Author/Artist John H. Briant as my friend and during our tenure in the New York State Police, he so impressed me that I have included Private Investigator Jason Black (John Briant) in my about to be released book, The Treasure of Valcour Island. The physical description and personality of the Jason Black portrayed in my story is a reflection of John H. Briant.
Thank you John, for your kind comments on my blog. I encourage readers of this blog to take a look at the Adirondack Detective series of books on line and consider becoming a fan of Private Investigator Jason Black.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Why Is America Brain Dead?

What I never thought I would see has happened! The government now controls the health industry and with it, controls 1/6th of the American economy. What in hell has happened in the nation that fought for individual rights and freedom from tyranny?
Are my fellow citizens so naive that they cannot envision the demise of the Republic? Sadly, I believe the majority of American citizens are more in tune with American Idol and phony reality tv shows than they are with the conduct of the government that represents them. There are Americans who work for a living, who pay taxes to support the government, and then there are Americans who sit on their ass, hold their hand out and ask government to give them everything.
It would be disirable and wonderful for everyone to have health insurance, but it is not a right guaranteed under the Constitution of the United States. The people who actually work and pay for government's existence are not obligated to pay for anyone else's health insurance, regardless of how humanitarian it may sound and seem. WE ARE ESPECIALLY NOT OBLIGATED TO PAY FOR ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS HEALTH INSURANCE! I am absolutely certain that if I get ill in Mexico or some other South of the border country, that the government of that country is not going to pay for my medical treatment!
Am I a lonely voice crying in the wilderness when I express outrage at the path toward destruction that our present administration is following?
I believe that I now know Barack Obama's agenda, and it is frightening! I am convinced that Obama is pushing the progressive socialist agenda as fast as he possibly can to intentionally drive a wedge between segments of American society. He intends to so anger the citizens who actually pay for government's existence, that they rise up in revolution. As the President and Commander-in-Chief, he will then declare martial law and use the military to quell the rebellion. After gaining the power that basically grants him the status of dictator, he will not relinquish that power. Obama is so obsessed with power and greed that he has no intention of relinquishing that power. If he isn't successful in establishing a dictatorship, he will succeed in cementing progressive liberals in control of America. All of this spells disaster for what was a great nation before the people who were mesmerized into moronity elected him to the office of President.
Most people who read this will probably disagree and in truth, I truly hope and pray that my assessment is wrong.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Organizeed Crime At Its Finest

It is absolutely devastating to see that an organized crime faction has taken control of federal government.
I did not and could not envision that government would evolve into the despicable operation that it has become.
I intend to send a letter to the Atlanta Federal Prosecutor's office asking him how he enjoys working in an organized crime family.
When in the course of human events, the government takes it upon themselves to become a dictatorship, it is encumbent upon the people to rise up and take back control.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Government or Organized Crime?

In all of my many years of life, I have trusted government to operate pursuant to the United States Constitution. Yes, there were times when I was not happy or pleased over some particular act of Congress, or ruling by the Supreme Court, but I was always secure in my belief that our government would protect the rights of its citizens and protect individual freedom. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that government would evolve into the organized crime operation that it presently is. When it takes hundreds of millions of dollars in campaign contributions for the President and members of Congress to get elected, once elected to their office, there is required payback. Individual liberties and freedoms are now being trampeled on and the Constitution shredded to reward unions and special interest groups that will ensure that the organized crime leadership retains power.
I feel like a lonely voice calling from the wilderness of an America that is no longer a Republic of free citizens, protected by the most wisely designed and crafted document ever written. In their selfishness and greed to have government provide to all of their needs, citizens seem willing to throw individual freedom and rights out of the window.
It is now obvious to me that the present administration's goal is to create a government closely paralleling the socialist dictatorship of Venezuela. It is frightening! If Obama and the Democrat controlled Congress pass health care legislation that an overwhelming majority of the American people do not want, they will have taken a giant step toward socialism. They may be making a foolish mistake in believing that the American public will roll over and accept this outrageous dictatorial action on the part of government. However, liberal socialists have cleverly taken control of America's education system and brain washed America's youth into believing the Constitution is a living document that can be changed to meet the needs of a socialist society. While implementing their agenda liberal socialists are creating a national debt that weakens our nation and makes it vulnerable to take over by terrorist or communist regimes.
I have no idea as to how to prevent the demise of America and therefore write this in sadness and frustration. I can only pray that God protect and preserve this nation.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Some More Poetry

Age Is Only A Number

In the twilight of age I search for truth,
denying the evidence of mortality's truth.

Though the hoariness of age I try to hide,
its destructive forces shall not be denied.

A head once graced by blond wavy hair,
seeks to retain the grey residing there.

Eyes once rivaling an eagle's keen vision,
need optic assistance to see with precision.

Ears that once could hear a pin drop,
seem to have retired and closed up shop.

Why do I believe I hear as good as I ever heard,
when people talking to me, seem to whisper every word?

At least my mind is still sharp as a tack.
Except, it doesn't seem to recall things too far back.

It's memory banks are a tad bit overloaded,
by superfluous data which made them eroded.

Though friends say, "age is only a number,"
its degenerative effects I would gladly disencumber.

The theme of this discourse is surely plain to see,
this process called aging, cannot be meant for me!

Therefore, as ridiculous as it may seem,
and sounding much like a romantic dream,

I will continue my Quixotic quest for youth
while disregarding my mirror's reflective truth.

copyright: 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

More Poetry

No Poet

I have always wanted to be an author,
one of the talented, creative kind,
able to weave a mystery around lore
or, write a saga that would blow your mind.

Perhaps a Shakespeare, "To be or not to be-"
but that's out of the question.
He was too classy a writer for me,
so maybe another suggestion.

Perhaps a short story writer,like Edgar Allan Poe,
who wove cosmic words into tales of the macabre.
Strangely, add a t to his name and wouldn't you know,
he was also a poet who's Annabel Lee makes some sob.

Poe could spin a tale around a lurid thought
using words so grand.
In fact, his writings were often fraught
with words I do not understand.

Perhaps a historical saga writer could be my forte,
emulating Michener with stories of the world.
Yet, how would a novice writer like me portray,
eras of war and romance in epic unfurled.

Maybe I should take a chance
and copy the styles of Gray or Harte,
write a tale of western romance,
where the hero triumphs and wins her heart.

How about a crime novel full of suspense?
A merger of the talents of Gardner and Spillane,
in creating a murder mystery so intense,
you would want to read it again and again.

Or perhaps, a novel about true life conflict,
written in the character of Hemingway.
Include a love affair to make it perfect,
so dynamic a story it could become a play
staged in magnificence on old Broadway.

You might rightly believe this is only a dream,
that a dreamer like me could never attain.
Yet, as incredible as it may seem,
those writers I have mentioned by name,
began like me, with imagination and a dream.
Wayne Beyea - copyright 2009

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Sword The Star by Daymon Andrews


Would like to reccomend everyone read "The Sword The Star, by local Georgia author Daymon Andrews. It is an interesting and exciting story and amazingly prophetic as to what is happening in the world at the present time.

Highway Carelessness Or Intentional Acts of Mischief

Those who know me, know that I used to bike a lot of miles and run in 10k races. Never came close to winning any, but got lots of exercise. Have given up on the running, but still walk many, many miles, and having grown bored of seeing the same sights along the paved "Silver Comet" trail, I have commenced walking along our many highways and biways, generally - because of the traffic - walking areas that have sidewalks. I constantly seek out new roads to walk. It disgusts me that people are so sloppy, inconsiderate and careless when it comes to littering. Many of our roadsides, which could be quite attractive because the county plants flowers and trees along most areas, resemble a landfill. During the past year, I have found two cellphones (one fully functional), several wrenches of various variety, three screwdrivers, 10 or 12 live bullets (yup, 380, 9mm & 40c) numerous empty shell casings, which could mean that someone is driving along and firing a gun out of their car window, (This thought makes me shudder) or just throwing the casings out of their car window. What concerns me the most is the thousands (yes, thousands) of nails, nail-screws, screws, bolts, nuts, (all sorts of hardware) that line the roads. These items are tire destroyers and could cause serious accidents. My inquisitive - police - mind causes me to wonder if all of this destructive debris is accidentally dropping out of contractors vehicles or, being intentionally scattered by tire dealers, or - God forbid - angry, hate-filled people. What is your take on this problem?
I would add, that I am a volunteer that assists my friend in cleaning up a one-mile section of South Cobb Parkway in Smyrna, and we have collected every sort of debris imaginable, including: baby diapers, condoms, crack containers, syringes, etc. Makes me wonder if our society has become so lazy, self-centered and corrupt, that very few people take pride in being clean and neat. Also wonder what the homes of the slobs doing all this littering look like...

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I should have took up Chess

I play a lot of golf and don't know why. I will never be good at the game and keep torturing myself believing I will improve. I should have taken up chess. Would have been a lot cheaper and more rewarding.
Don't know how many folks out there enjoy birds as much as I do, but I spend about $40 month on bird food and love to watch their antics. I have 7 seed feeders and two suet feeders. Needless to say our backyard is quite active. We have a large cherry tree on which I have hung three of my feeders. My guests consist of a large variety of birds. Bluebirds, chickadees, towhees, nuthatches, cardinals, house finches, gold finches, hummingbirds, cowbirds, mocking birds, catbirds, doves orioles and many others. Of course, bluebirds are my favorite, and they are plentiful here. Most bird books claim that Bluebirds diet consists only of worms and grubs. I can assure you that is not entirely correct. Bluebirds flock to my feeder that is filled with sunflower hearts and feed on them all winter. I have two Bluebird houses that are usually occupied. My study of my avian friends reveals many interesting things. We have a large cherry tree in our backyard and it is normally filled with birds. When it isn't, I look for a hawk. We have some huge, beautiful hawks that frequently make an appearance in search of tidbits. I have noticed that most of the birds that visit us do no fly directly to the feeders, but to the top of the cherry tree, then they gradually go to lower positions in the tree, until they decide it is safe to visit the feeders.
While living in Plattsburgh, I wrote a short story, titled, "The Purple Martins." This story was published in the Lake Champlain Weekly. Purple Martins are some of the most interesting and fascinating birds that we have encountered.
Don't know why I decided to ramble on about birds, but they do give me much pleasure. If any of you enjoy birdwatching as much as I do, would be interested in hearing any stories you have about them.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Mableton Author Poetry

It is a sure bet that not many of my friends are aware that I once made a stab at writing poetry. Have also penned several short stories, a couple of which were published in the Lake Champlain Journal. What I am about to share with you was a poem that was published on the "Blueberry Hill" Poetry website, way back in 1989. Let me know what you think of it.
Ode To A Stone

Erupting from the bowels of the earth eons ago,
the monolith abides in the place it came to rest.
An impassive goliath, insensitive to life, status quo,
impervious to natures attacks and erosions test.

He is naked, grey, lifeless, forlorn,
and few find beauty in his massive face.
Still, life has sought to suborn
his countenance, and beauty doth embrace.

Tis a countenance washed by thousands of showers
then blown dry and sterilized by Sol's rays.
This stolid sentinel expressionless glowers,
standing watch o'er apocalyptic days.

He retains the appearance of strength and youth
though close examination of every side,
evinces stark evidence - convincing proof -
in venerableness he doth preside.

The greenish grey lichens of old age cling
to crevices lining his face,
giving a hoary quality to this aging king,
still only a prince in evolution's pace.

The mossy fungus adorning his shoulders
lend a cape of artistic quality to this fellow.
Truly, he is beauty compared to younger boulders
and this cape make his features mellow.

Microscopic examination of these features
reveal a most interesting perception,
a host of minute living creatures
dwell in the shadow of his protection.

They cavort neath his belly and crawl on his back,
and, if threatened by predators,
they seek refuge in a crack.

Though massive indeed and seeming obtuse
and barrier he may seem to be,
this boulder has yet another use,
indiscernible, yet plain to see.

He is a bulwark against soil erosion
who's appetite consumes nature's fertility.
At his backside flowers splay in profusion,
their eathen beds held in his security.

Tis true this magnificent obelisk
is only a compaction of minerals lacking lifeform,
yet, a minerologist might take the risk,
to seek hidden beauty within his form.

The grey of his granite face doth belie,
the sheen of silica hidden deep inside.
With imagination, I might even imply,
in his heart a diamond doth reside.

Whether it does is of no importance to me,
though it is nice to imagine it there;
he hath even greater significance you see,
but this is a secret I cannot share.

See if you can guess the secret?

Realizing I had no ability or future in writing poetry, I started penning short stories and then books. Although I frequently like to play a joke on folks using our bathroom by composing poetry on the roll of toilet tissue. As a T.T. (toilet tissue) poet I believe I excel...

I hope to start getting some feed back in the form of reader comments from everyone who reads my postings.

May you have joy in your life and share your joy with others.

Dancing In Cornmeal


As a teenager, our daughter Nannette, informed us that she was going to become an author. It gives me pride and pleasure to report that Nannette followed in dad's footsteps and penned a wonderful book titled,"Dancing In Cornmeal." Dancing is a poignant portrayal of autism and how it impacts a family. Dancing In Cornmeal can be purchased from Amazon.com, Barnes& Noble.com and other book order sites. It can also be ordered through contacting the Mableton Author at web2108@bellsouth.net

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Friday, March 5, 2010

Reflections From The Shield

I would like to introduce you to my second book, Reflections From the Shield, Volumes I&II.
After Fatal Impeachment was published, family and friends encouraged me to pen my State Police autobiography, so I did. My reflections from the start of my career in the New York State Police, to my promotion to supervisor in the BCI resulted in over 500 pages of manuscript, so I decided to publish my autobiography in two books. Volume I of RFTS provides a brief history of the NYSP in an era now nearly 50 years ago, describes the hiring process and compares the NYSP in that era to what it has evolved into today. Volume I also provides vignettes of memorable crimes, accidents and incidents encountered by young Trooper Beyea. Volume II (which became part of the first book) provides vignettes of memorable crimes and incidents encountered by Investigator Beyea. Book 2 of RFTS, consisting of 478 pages, provides vignettes of the most memorable incidents encountered by Senior Investigator Beyea. Both books total 1011 pages detailing the career of a police officer that was more of an adventure than work. The portrayal of a labor of love that deprived a y0ung wife and family of husband and father. Both books were edited and the chapters, or vignettes, are perfect for reading while the reader is seated on the porcelain throne. Both Reflections From the Shield are available for purchase from Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble.com, Borders.com, Iuniverse.com and other book outlets. Signed copies can also be ordered from the author by shooting an email to web2108@bellsouth.net

In the final 4 years of my second career as a Security Investigator with New York State Electric & Gas (NYSEG), we were privileged to own a home located on the west shore of beautiful Lake Champlain, so naturally the Beyea's purchased a boat. We also enjoyed tours of the lake aboard the tourboat Juniper owned and operated by Captain Frank Pabst. The Captain was an interesting and colorful character possessing great knowledge of Lake Champlain history and lore and I became interested in penning his life story. Captain Pabst was pleased and the end result is my 4th book, The Captain of the Juniper. Captain Pabst turned out to be far more interesting than I had imagined. He left school at 11 years of age, served as a crewman on a tugboat in New York harbor and subsequently worked at more jobs and undertook more business endeavors than any other person I have ever known. I also learned he was a veteran of the Korean War and had been wounded during service there. In 1974, he converted a rugged, venerable old barge that had been built during WW II into a quite elegant lake cruise vessel which was dubbed Juniper. The Juniper became Frank Pabst's labor of love for 25 years and as you can imagine those years produced some wonderful stories. Readers who are familiar with beautiful Lake Champlain and who might be interested in its history, will particularly enjoy reading the Captain's story. The Captain of the Juniper is available for purchase from Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble.com, Borders.com, Iuniverse.com and most major book outlets (by order). The Captain of the Juniper is available in hard or soft cover copy. A signed copy can also be purchased from the author by shooting an email to: web2108@bellsouth.net
The horrible death experienced by Trudy Resnick Farber, (she was buried alive), which occurred in 1974, had remained in my mind, and because of the bizarre nature of the crime, which was committed by a schizophrenic, I toyed with the idea of writing the story. This lead to a year of research, which produced aspects of the crime that had hitherto been unknown to me. The result was produced in The Day the Catskills Cried. I had originally toyed with the idea to title the story as Schizo, but decided on The Day the Catskills Cried. Those who enjoy true crime stories are sure to enjoy reading Trudy's story. The book includes photographs (as does The Captain of the Juniper) and is available in hard or soft cover from Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble.com, Borders.com, Iuniverse.com and most major book outlets (by order). As in all of my books, signed copy can be purchase by emailing web2108@bellsouth.net

Beyea's Books

Hey everyone, permit me to introduce you to a great reading experience. If you enjoy exciting crime fiction, my first book, Fatal Impeachment is just the ticket. The plot concerns the 20 year unsolved murder of a young coed who was attending Albertus Magnus University in New Haven, CT. Her nude body was found alongside Route 84 in New York State and there was evidence that she had been raped. A young NYSP investigator inherits the case and (I won't tell you how here) develops a suspect for the crimes. Amazingly and incredibly, that suspect - who was a law student at Yale University at the time of the crimes - is now the President of the United States. As you can imagine, trying to conduct a criminal investigation against a man wielding such power, is a monumental task. To compound the problem, the President - while in office - cannot be prosecuted for a crime, he must first be impeached. When the young investigator commences probing the President's past, he is assassinated.
When you read FI this will make you really angry, because young investigator, Ron Keston, is a very likeable fellow, who has just proposed to his lady love, and the plot is designed to make it appear he will be the protagonist in the story. He is murdered to get the reader's juices flowing and develop a real dislike for the antagonist, President Thurston Winslow. BCI Lieutenant Richard Miranda, Keston's supervisor continues the investigation and is nearly assassinated himself.
Okay, you should be sufficiently enticed to want to read Fatal Impeachment and it is available - in soft cover only - by order from nearly every book store, or directly from Mableton author at web2108@bellsouth.net
I will admit that as this book was my first endeavor, I sought to publish it as cheap as possible and did not pay to have it edited. This was a mistake and the text has context mistakes and flaws. However, the dynamic plot makes Fatal Impeachment a very enjoyable read.
Stay tuned to the Mableton Author blog for introduction to his other books.