When I was a junior in college, as an English major, I was required to take a course in John Milton. Taught by a professor who had made Milton his life’s work and who strove to model himself after the legendary poet, the course had the reputation for being the hardest one on campus. I believed it at the end of the first session of class, when Professor Boyette gave us more than fifty topics to research at the library for homework.
The topics were as pedestrian as the Elizabethan world order, the cycle of sin and redemption, Christian allegory, Dante’s circles of hell, and many others I can’t recall. If the assignment were made today, the homework could be done in an hour or so, courtesy of the Internet, but then we had to trek to the library and find reference books, drag them to the carrels, read about the topic, take notes….you may remember those days, not so fondly.

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The research paid off, back then, and the Milton course became my most intellectually challenging and charming—a favorite. In fact, I chose to write and defend an honors thesis on Milton as a capstone course my senior year.
Not surprisingly, then, when I had an opportunity to visit England the summer after graduation, I became fixated on finding things that related to Milton. I saw his bust, but no grave, at Poet’s Corner in Westminster Abbey. I saw his famous mulberry tree on campus at Cambridge University. I asked around and nobody seemed to know where Milton was buried.
That shocked me. One of the most famous Renaissance poets in the world, and I couldn’t find out where he’d been interred. The British are essentially friendly to tourists, and almost everyone I asked had a theory. And every theory sent me on a wild goose chase all over London.
In the end, I had to leave England before finding out the truth. A few years later, my in-laws went to England. They asked me what I would like them to bring back for me, and I replied, “The location of John Milton’s grave.”
Sure enough, when they returned, they had brochures and pictures of themselves next to Milton’s grave, which is in the churchyard of St. Giles without the Cripplegate, Milton’s father had been the pastor of that church. Thus, a three-year treasure hunt came to a successful end, and I had my destination. (I was able to visit, myself, a few years after that.)

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Today, just for kicks, I consulted findagrave.com and asked for John Milton’s gravesite. This is what it gave me in a matter of seconds:
John Milton Famous memorial
Birth
9 Dec 1608
Bread Street, City of London, Greater London, England
Death
8 Nov 1674 (aged 65)
London, City of London, Greater London, England
Burial
St. Giles Cripplegate Churchyard
London, City of London, Greater London, EnglandShow MapGPS-Latitude: 51.5187642, Longitude: -0.0938894
Oh, the power of the Internet, and how it’s changed our lives! One last example—I’m writing the historical mystery I started researching at the library when I was fifteen years old. The aftermath of the Great Storm of 1900 is a big part of the setting, and I had extensive notes taken from primary sources over a ten-year period. For various reasons, I was unable to complete that novel until now, and ta-da! The Internet is such a boon to the story-telling. For example, I can find out how many kopecks to a ruble or what a person could buy with five dollars in 1903 in a New York Galveston minute!
The experience makes me wonder—all the time—what we would do if we lost the Internet, the ability to ask Siri or Alexa, or even the ability to photograph objects for later use.
How about you? Do you have a favorite pre-Internet search to share? I’d love to hear about it.
Saralyn Richard is the author of The Detective Parrott mystery series, The Quinn McFarland mystery series, A Murder of Principal, and the children’s book, Naughty Nana. Subscribe to her monthly newsletter for contests, prizes, surveys, and other fun content at https://saralynrichard.com.

Brown Hound Press & The Last Detail
/in Judy Penz Sheluk, Short Stories/by Judy Penz ShelukThe Last Detail is the title of a short story, written by me and recently published by Brown Hound Press. A new online publisher, Brown Hound is a small press based in Lexington, Kentucky that publishes offbeat mystery, dark humor, southern gothic, and literary fiction.
Brown Hound Press plans to publish one short story a week, with no repeat authors for the first 52 weeks. (Which means, any authors reading this, that Brown Hound might be a market for you to research. And yes, there is prompt payment to the author.)
Go to the home page of the Brown Hound website to subscribe and receive a new short story every Thursday.
The Inspiration
You’ll have to read The Last Detail, but suffice it to say that I have actually experienced a grass clipping incident similar to the one described in the story. Of course, the revenge exacted by both parties is a complete figment of my all-too-vivid imagination (as is the cheating scumbag of an ex-husband and the bulimic bride with the bleached blonde bob). But gosh it was fun to write! And oh-so-cathartic.
The Brown Hound Submission Process
I submitted the story using Brown Hound’s online portal and heard back within a few days. The editor, Josh, loved the story, thought it was funny, but didn’t buy the ending. Would I revise it?
The chance to revise and resubmit is a generous gesture and not one that happens often, so of course I said yes.
Besides, as it happened, I’d already written an alternate ending and hadn’t been able to decide which one worked better. I resubmitted it with the new/old ending and voila! Acceptance.
And that, my Stiletto Gang friends, is one story with a happy ending.
To read previously published stories by Brown Hound Press, click here.
The past Chair of Crime Writers of Canada and a former journalist and magazine editor, Judy Penz Sheluk is the multiple award-winning author of seven bestselling mystery novels, two books on publishing, and several short stories. She is also the editor/publisher of five Superior Shores Anthologies, including the 2025 Derringer- and Silver Falchion- nominated Larceny & Last Chances, and the 2026 Derringer-nominated Midnight Schemers & Daydream Believers. Find her at www.judypenzsheluk.com
Going Home
/in Author Life, characters, Cozy Mysteries, Mystery/by Lois WinstonThree years after our parents died, my sister and I finally sold our childhood home. Giving up a place with so many happy memories was hard, but I believed we had to do it. Houses are meant to be lived in, and neither my sister, nor I, nor our children wanted to move in.
When I drove away, I didn’t know if I’d ever return. But I did in my dreams, shortly after I left. In those dreams, my parents were still alive and living in the house, though even in the dream world, I knew they were dead and shouldn’t be there. I realized that even more than my parents’ deaths, the sale of the house marked the end of my childhood and that made me sad.
Fast forward to the present day, and I revisited the house under happier circumstances when I used it in my mystery novel, Wildcat Academy. In the book, the main character, Kathryn Stinson, was born and raised in Southern California, as I was, but now lives in New England, as I do and have for many years. She returns to California to attend the funeral of a family member and stays at the house where her mother, who has remarried, now lives.
I went on the plane with Kathryn and shared her alarm when turbulence shook the plane, making it seem like “a paper airplane caught in a twister.” Fortunately, we landed safely at the Los Angeles International Airport (LAX), as I had so many times in the past on trips to visit my parents after I’d moved away. Like Kathryn, I was overwhelmed by the maze of interconnecting freeways that had to be navigated to arrive at our destination. But finally, we reached the house in Pasadena, “a rambling, mid-century ranch with shingles and lots of glass windows and doors” on a hill overlooking the Arroyo Seco and the Rose Bowl with the purple-tinged San Gabriel Mountains in the background.
Kathryn and I sat in lounge chairs by the kidney-shaped swimming pool, catching the last rays of the sun. Later, we had dinner with her family on the patio, and went to bed soon afterward, because we were both tired from the trip. But we both woke up at the witching hour of three in the morning. And since neither of us could get back to sleep, we tiptoed down the long, dark hall from the bedroom area to the kitchen with a flashlight to guide us, like thieves in the night.
In the kitchen, we made ourselves mugs of hot milk laced with molasses. This was an old family remedy for sleeplessness, which I still resort to, though without the molasses. And there in the kitchen, to our surprise, Kathryn’s mother joined us and she and her mother had a long overdue heart-to-heart talk. It was the kind of talk I wished I’d had with my own mother but never did. Still, I was glad Kathryn and her mother were able to share their innermost thoughts and feelings.
Kathryn and I stayed at the house for two more days. Most of our time was spent preparing for the funeral, but we still managed to take a walk in the neighborhood up Linda Vista Avenue past the fire station, then the large white building with a red brick roof where I’d gone to elementary school, and finally the small flat-roofed structure that housed the Linda Vista Public Library, which I’d frequented when in school.
When it was time to leave, I felt a twinge of regret, but mostly I was glad for the opportunity to revisit my childhood home and the surrounding area. I lived every moment of the visit intensely as I was writing it, and even now as I’m reading this, I’m smiling.
Readers, have you gone ever back to your childhood home or some another place that was important to you in dreams or fiction? If so, what was it like?
Wildcat Academy
A Berkshire Hilltown Mystery, Book 4
When Boston library curator Kathryn Stinson visits the Berkshires with her mother and other family, she doesn’t expect trouble. But that’s what happens when her stepsister’s teenage son, a student at a private academy, is found dead beneath a zipline—a device he feared. As suspicions swirl around his death, Kathryn is drawn into a tense search for the truth. Was it a tragic accident, or something more sinister? With resistance from the academy and locals alike, she must navigate family dynamics and hidden tensions to uncover secrets that some will do anything to protect.
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How I Was Almost a Prophet — by T.K. Thorne
/in Uncategorized/by TK ThorneIt was a dark and stormy night. Really.
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Inspired by Real Life
/in Lois Winston, amateur sleuth mysteries, Cozy Mysteries, cozy mystery books, crafting cozies, crafting mystery, Culinary Cozy, humor, women sleuths/by Lois WinstonBy Lois Winston
Embroidered Lies and Alibis, the fifteenth and newest book in my Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery series, released fifteen days ago. Like all my other novels, both the mysteries and the non-mysteries, it was inspired by real life events.
As I may have mentioned in the past, I’m a news junkie. I read several newspapers a day, along with watching the news and a few favorite “talking heads” every morning and evening. On any given day, this can be a good thing or a bad thing—especially with everything going on in the world.
Along with coffee, the news is one of my two major addictions. Some people get anxiety from the news. I develop anxiety when I don’t know what’s going on. It’s a weird form of FOMO. Besides, I view the news as research. Right now, I have enough ideas floating around in my head to serve as mystery plots for years to come.
Embroidered Lies and Alibis was inspired by real life…
For example, the spark for Embroidered Lies and Alibis came from an article I read about a carjacking that included a cryptocurrency element. Because I write by the seat of my pants (known in writing parlance as being a Pantser,) I ran with that idea and began typing. Then one evening, I saw an interview with an elderly woman who had been scammed out of thousands of dollars by someone posing as an employee of her bank. Presto change-o, abracadabra, and bibbido-bobbidi-boo! Just like that, the pieces began to fall into place, and I had my plot.
…and the next book will be inspired by real life.
I’m currently working on the next book in the series. This past November, my older son and his family arrived from various parts of the country to spend Thanksgiving with us. They rented an Airbnb nearby to stay and to hold all thirteen of us for a week of family gatherings. The house was an antebellum mansion. The moment I set foot into it, I knew I was going to use it as the setting for my next mystery.
With the last several books having taken place in Anastasia’s hometown, I had already decided it was once again time to send her off somewhere to prevent Cabot Cove Syndrome. With that in mind, I’ve moved the Tennessee mansion to upstate New York. To find out why, you’ll have to wait until the book is finished and published, but it’s going to involve research I’ve done about both the Underground Railroad and Prohibition. And of course, there will be murder and mayhem. Stay tuned…
Meanwhile, I hope you’ll find Embroidered Lies and Alibis worthy of a read.
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An Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery, Book 15
A Stitch in Time Could Save a Life…
When Anastasia’s mother Flora is offered a free spa vacation from Jeremy Dugan, a man connected to her distant past, Anastasia and husband Zack suspect ulterior motives. After all, too-good-to-be-true often spells trouble. Their suspicions are confirmed when the FBI swoops in to apprehend Dugan. However, Dugan isn’t who he claimed to be, and his arrest raises more questions than answers.
The Feds link Dugan to a string of cons targeting elderly single women across the country, but his seemingly airtight alibi leaves investigators stumped. Then, shortly after his release on bail, he’s kidnapped. A certain segment of New Jersey’s population is known for delivering deadly messages, and the FBI believes Dugan received one of them.
Meanwhile, bodies begin showing up in the newly created public garden across the street from Anastasia and Zack’s home. With two baffling crimes, no clear suspects, scant evidence, and every possible motive unraveling, both the FBI and local law enforcement are once again picking Anastasia’s brain. This time, though, her involvement is far from reluctant. Will she stitch together enough clues before she or someone she loves becomes the killer’s next victim?
Craft project included.
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Sisterhood of the Traveling Book
/in Sisterhood of the Traveling Book/by Lois WinstonPhoto credits: Depositphotos and Pixabay
By Lois Winston
Welcome back to the Sisterhood of the Traveling Book. Books take readers on journeys. With the Sisterhood of the Traveling Book, we authors take our books on journeys, either actual or virtual.
When I came up with the idea for Sisterhood of the Traveling Book, my inaugural post featured a photo from the Underground New York Public Library series where the photographer captured readers and the books they were reading on the subway. Imagine my shock and delight when I received an email with a copy of the photo! And no, I didn’t know the photographer nor the reader she photographed on the subway platform, and I’d never heard of the series.
We’ve since decided to revive Sisterhood of the Traveling Book, but my recent book, Embroidered Lies and Alibis, takes place entirely in New Jersey, and I’m now living in Tennessee. I have no plans to return to the NY Metro area until I visit friends this coming spring. Thus, I needed a virtual solution for Sisterhood of the Traveling Book.
Embroidered Lies and Alibis opens with the aftermath of events that took place in Seams Like the Perfect Crime, the previous book in the series. If you haven’t read Seams Like the Perfect Crime, don’t worry. Although personally, I believe readers always have a richer experience reading a series in order, all the book in my Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mysteries can be read out of order without the reader feeling lost.
Early into Embroidered Lies and Alibis, Anastasia arrives home from work and is confronted by the following sight:
“After arriving home, I first stood on the sidewalk for a moment and stared across the street. A professionally crafted sign stood against a backdrop of a battered yellow bulldozer situated at the center of a weed-strewn pile of earth.”
As you can see, I’ve illustrated what Anastasia saw, virtually adding Embroidered Lies and Alibis to the scene for Sisterhood of the Traveling Book.
Embroidered Lies and Alibis was released on February 10th and is available as an ebook, paperback, and hardcover. The audiobook will be available shortly.
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Embroidered Lies and Alibis
An Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery, Book 15
When Anastasia’s mother Flora is offered a free spa vacation from Jeremy Dugan, a man connected to her distant past, Anastasia and husband Zack suspect ulterior motives. After all, too-good-to-be-true often spells trouble. Their suspicions are confirmed when the FBI swoops in to apprehend Dugan. However, Dugan isn’t who he claimed to be, and his arrest raises more questions than answers.
The Feds link Dugan to a string of cons targeting elderly single women across the country, but his seemingly airtight alibi leaves investigators stumped. Then, shortly after his release on bail, he’s kidnapped. A certain segment of New Jersey’s population is known for delivering deadly messages, and the FBI believes Dugan received one of them.
Meanwhile, bodies begin showing up in the newly created public garden across the street from Anastasia and Zack’s home. With two baffling crimes, no clear suspects, scant evidence, and every possible motive unraveling, both the FBI and local law enforcement are once again picking Anastasia’s brain. This time, though, her involvement is far from reluctant. Will she stitch together enough clues before she or someone she loves becomes the killer’s next victim?
Craft project included.
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Following Directions
/in Uncategorized/by DebraAuthors are always told to exactly follow submission guidelines lest they give an editor an easy way to reject their submitted pieces. At the same time, authors are told to think outside the box or to present an idea that is high concept. While tracking every aspect of a submission guideline makes sense, wouldn’t you agree that thinking outside the box may mean breaking with something considered a norm or genre trope?
Lately, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to when one should follow a specific direction. My thoughts have been generated by the voice of my GPS. Here are the facts:
• I park in a high-rise deck.
• When I pull out of my parking space and begin my four-floor descent, I drive straight and then have to make a series of lefts before I reach the gate to get out.
• As my GPS guides me to my destination, it acknowledges that I need to go straight after leaving my fourth-floor parking space.
• As I reach the first left turn in the deck, the GPS tells me to “Make a right.”
• Sounds logical because that is how I will go when I leave the deck. It doesn’t recognize that I’m simply at the end of the upper level of the parking deck. Rather, it gives me a pointed direction that if I followed it, might be an immediate end to my story and the journey to wherever I had planned to go.
My conclusion: my GPS is unreliable in a parking garage.
Writers who break norms often incorporate an unreliable element. Two examples that come to mind are the major twists in Agatha Christie’s The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and Paula Hawkins’ The Girl on the Train.
Can you think of other instances where authors (or your life) haven’t followed the equivalent of submission guidelines?
Romance is in the air – and on the ground
/in Uncategorized/by donalee Moultonby donalee Moulton
It’s Cupid’s month, and it seems only fitting that I share a romantic interlude. I’m not a romance writer, but a little heart fluttering somehow finds its way into my pages. Below is an excerpt from my newest book, Melt. First, let me catch you up. Three capable, quirky women balance yoga, friendship, and crime-solving to help a young man falsely accused of drug trafficking. One of them is kidnapped at gunpoint. It may be the best thing that’s ever happened to her.
Before the Internet Search by Saralyn Richard
/in author promotion, History, Internet, Mysteries, Research/by Saralyn RichardWhen I was a junior in college, as an English major, I was required to take a course in John Milton. Taught by a professor who had made Milton his life’s work and who strove to model himself after the legendary poet, the course had the reputation for being the hardest one on campus. I believed it at the end of the first session of class, when Professor Boyette gave us more than fifty topics to research at the library for homework.
The topics were as pedestrian as the Elizabethan world order, the cycle of sin and redemption, Christian allegory, Dante’s circles of hell, and many others I can’t recall. If the assignment were made today, the homework could be done in an hour or so, courtesy of the Internet, but then we had to trek to the library and find reference books, drag them to the carrels, read about the topic, take notes….you may remember those days, not so fondly.
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The research paid off, back then, and the Milton course became my most intellectually challenging and charming—a favorite. In fact, I chose to write and defend an honors thesis on Milton as a capstone course my senior year.
Not surprisingly, then, when I had an opportunity to visit England the summer after graduation, I became fixated on finding things that related to Milton. I saw his bust, but no grave, at Poet’s Corner in Westminster Abbey. I saw his famous mulberry tree on campus at Cambridge University. I asked around and nobody seemed to know where Milton was buried.
That shocked me. One of the most famous Renaissance poets in the world, and I couldn’t find out where he’d been interred. The British are essentially friendly to tourists, and almost everyone I asked had a theory. And every theory sent me on a wild goose chase all over London.
In the end, I had to leave England before finding out the truth. A few years later, my in-laws went to England. They asked me what I would like them to bring back for me, and I replied, “The location of John Milton’s grave.”
Sure enough, when they returned, they had brochures and pictures of themselves next to Milton’s grave, which is in the churchyard of St. Giles without the Cripplegate, Milton’s father had been the pastor of that church. Thus, a three-year treasure hunt came to a successful end, and I had my destination. (I was able to visit, myself, a few years after that.)
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Today, just for kicks, I consulted findagrave.com and asked for John Milton’s gravesite. This is what it gave me in a matter of seconds:
John Milton Famous memorial
Birth
9 Dec 1608
Bread Street, City of London, Greater London, England
Death
8 Nov 1674 (aged 65)
London, City of London, Greater London, England
Burial
St. Giles Cripplegate Churchyard
London, City of London, Greater London, EnglandShow MapGPS-Latitude: 51.5187642, Longitude: -0.0938894
Oh, the power of the Internet, and how it’s changed our lives! One last example—I’m writing the historical mystery I started researching at the library when I was fifteen years old. The aftermath of the Great Storm of 1900 is a big part of the setting, and I had extensive notes taken from primary sources over a ten-year period. For various reasons, I was unable to complete that novel until now, and ta-da! The Internet is such a boon to the story-telling. For example, I can find out how many kopecks to a ruble or what a person could buy with five dollars in 1903 in a New York Galveston minute!
The experience makes me wonder—all the time—what we would do if we lost the Internet, the ability to ask Siri or Alexa, or even the ability to photograph objects for later use.
How about you? Do you have a favorite pre-Internet search to share? I’d love to hear about it.
Saralyn Richard is the author of The Detective Parrott mystery series, The Quinn McFarland mystery series, A Murder of Principal, and the children’s book, Naughty Nana. Subscribe to her monthly newsletter for contests, prizes, surveys, and other fun content at https://saralynrichard.com.
Interconnected February Celebrations
/in History, Paula Gail Benson/by Paula BensonI remember seeing the 1942 black and white movie Holiday Inn with Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire. Bing ran an inn that only opened on the holidays. In 1952, Kemmons Wilson named his chain of hotels Holiday Inn after the movie, seeking to give guests the same special relaxing accommodation experience.
The movie’s Holiday Inn opens on George Washington’s Birthday and Abraham Lincoln’s Birthday. While this movie introduced Irving Berlin’s “White Christmas,” it has not often been shown in recent times due to its depiction of black characters and a performance using blackface. A new musical version of Holiday Inn appeared on Broadway in 2016, eliminating the Presidents’ birthday recognition numbers from February and using only Valentine’s Day from that month.
I thought both Washington’s and Lincoln’s Birthdays were federal holidays, but I was wrong. Washington’s Birthday was informally celebrated across the country after his death in 1799, and was designated as a federal holiday on January 31, 1879. Later, it became celebrated on the third Monday in February pursuant to the Uniform Monday Holiday Act passed on June 28, 1968. Lincoln’s Birthday was never recognized as a federal holiday, but was celebrated in some states.
George Washington was born on February 22, 1732 (or, by the dating system at the time of his birth February 11, 1731—the British Calendar Act of 1750 moved to the Gregorian calendar). Since 1896, the United States Senate has had a member read Washington’s Farewell Address on February 22 each year.
Abraham Lincoln was born on February 12, 1809. His birthday is observed as a holiday in Hodgenville, Kentucky (where he was born), Connecticut, Illinois, Michigan, Ohio, California, Missouri, and New York.
The Mount Vernon website indicates the name of the federal holiday has never been changed to “Presidents’ Day.” It contends that happened as a merchandizing effort for sales.
African American communities began celebrating Black History Month in February as part of the commemoration of Lincoln’s Birthday. In the 20th century, the recognition also sought to honor Frederick Douglass’ Birthday of February 14.
To celebrate the holiday, here’s a link to Washington’s Farewell Address, Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, and Douglass’ Fourth of July Speech.
Frederick Douglass
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Treasure Hunt: A True-Life Indiana Jones Saga
/in Author Life, author promotion, characters, Kathleen Kaska, Research, travel, writing life/by Kathleen KaskaTreasure Hunt:
A True-Life Indiana Jones Saga
When you hear the phrase treasure hunt, you might imagine a chest of gold or a legendary artifact. But what if the treasure was a bird—and the hunter an ornithologist?
In the mid-1990s, I joined a field trip to Aransas National Wildlife Refuge on the Texas coast to see the endangered whooping crane. That experience changed my life. I became captivated by the crane’s story—and by the man who saved it from extinction. That fascination grew into a seven-year research journey and ultimately my book, The Man Who Saved the Whooping Crane: The Robert Porter Allen Story.
In the spring of 1941, the whooping crane population had dropped to just fifteen birds. Written off as doomed, the species survived because one man refused to accept extinction as inevitable. Robert Porter Allen, an ornithologist with the National Audubon Society, launched a conservation campaign unlike anything America had seen before.
Long before television or the internet, Allen ignited a nationwide media blitz. Posters flooded public schools. Children wrote letters to lawmakers. Radio stations tracked the cranes’ migration from their winter home near Austwell, Texas, to a mysterious nesting site somewhere in Canada. Life magazine published a rare photo of a whooping crane family, and even an oil company altered its operations to avoid disturbing the birds.
By 1947, fewer than thirty cranes remained. Their nesting grounds—hidden somewhere in northern Saskatchewan, possibly near the Arctic Circle—had never been found. Without protecting that site, the species would vanish. After two failed searches, Audubon turned to its most tenacious ornithologist: Robert Porter Allen, newly returned from World War II.
What followed was a real-life treasure hunt—one that helped save a species and changed the course of conservation history, ultimately paving the way for the Endangered Species Act.
The story of Robert Porter Allen is best described as Indiana Jones meets John James Audubon—and it remains one of the most inspiring conservation adventures ever told.
I wrote the book to pay homage to a man who was all but forgotten. My research led me on my own journey from Texas to Florida to Wisconsin and beyond in an adventure I like to call “On the Trail of a Vanishing Ornithologist.”
Excerpt:
It was April 17, 1948, in the early hours of a muggy Texas morning on the Gulf Coast. The sun at last burned away the thick fog that had settled over Blackjack Peninsula. The world’s last flock of wild whooping cranes had spent the winter feeding on blue crab and killifish in the vast salt flats they called home. During the night, all three members of the Slough Family had moved to higher ground about two miles away from their usual haunt to feed. The cool, crisp winter was giving way to a warm, balmy spring. The days were growing longer, and territorial boundaries were no longer defended. Restlessness had spread throughout the flock.
As Robert Porter Allen drove along East Shore Road near Carlos Field in his government-issued beat-to-hell pickup, he spotted the four cranes now spiraling a thousand feet above the marsh. He pulled his truck over to the roadside and watched, hoping to witness, for the first time, a migration takeoff. One adult crane pulled away from the family and flew northward, whooping as it rose on an air current. When the others lagged behind, the crane returned, the family regrouped, circled a few times, and landed in the cordgrass in the shallows of San Antonio Bay. It was Allen’s second year at the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. He had learned to read the nuances of his subjects almost as well as they read the changing of the seasons.
In the days preceding, twenty-four cranes departed for their summer home somewhere in Western Canada, possibly as far north as the Arctic Circle. This annual event, which had occurred for at least 10,000 years, might be one of the last unless Allen could accomplish what no one else had.
The next morning, when Allen parked his truck near Mullet Bay, the Slough Family was gone, having departed sometime during the night. That afternoon, he threw his gear into the back of his station wagon and followed.
The Man Who Saved the Whooping Crane was published by the University Press of Florida in 2012. It’s still available in bookstores upon request, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and University Press of Florida. It’s also from my website: Kathleen Kaska
Contact me at kathleenkaska@hotmail.com for information on my presentation of The Man Who Saved the Whooping Crane: The Robert Porter Allen Story