In 1972, while earning a Master of Arts degree at the State University of New York, publishing a novel became an aspiration. The setting and storyline to be determined later.

I shared my ambition to publish a novel with no one. In 1997, when a catastrophic illness struck and I became a single parent, I had been told that a dad could not raise a daughter by himself. That is untrue, a dad can learn how to be a mom. The experience of raising an extraordinary child imprinted upon the writer living within.

In 2016, another extraordinary lady, my wife Elizabeth, gently reminded me that my aspiration to write and publish a novel has an expiration date. First Token was born. Early in the process, I discovered the similarities between a flesh and blood child and a literary creation. They are both offspring.

First Token is a hybrid novel and true to its title. The story is told in the cadence and pace of the 1950s. As comedic expression is a cardinal position on my compass, Token is infused with thoughtful wit. The novel’s delivery could be construed as a contradiction in terms; a stream of consciousness narrative can be navigable; the tributaries can seamlessly flow back into the river. Enchantment, disguised as fate, elevates the tale. The characters, including an orange tabby are embraceable and endearing.

Token will resonate with those who yearn for the positive attributes of the 1950s juxtaposed to the dysfunction of today. In 1956, faith was a guiding force, the US had two billion dollars in the bank, and baseball was unequivocally our national pastime.

My daily agenda includes applying my real estate skills on behalf of a brilliant casual dining concept, spending as much time with my family as my family can tolerate, winding up Lenny and Charlie, our two orange tabbies, planning my second novel, and watching tennis.