James W. Nelson
James W. Nelson was born in a little farmhouse on the prairie in eastern North Dakota in 1944. Some doctors made housecalls back in those days, and came out by horse and buggie. He remembers kerosene lamps, bathing in a large galvanized tub, and their first phone number was a long ring followed by four short rings, and everybody in the neighborhood could rubberneck. Imagine that today!
Some jobs: Potato picking, haymaking, other farm duties including endless chores, US Navy submarine force, flowershops and greenhouses, many factories including 3M Wahpeton, ND, whole more...
Read My Blog,
A Collection of Short Contemporary Stories
Dying to Live
Strange & Weird Stories
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
Winter in July
Waiting to Die
New novel in the works