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Snap goes the cable
By Roger S Vizi
Posted: Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Last edited: Wednesday, November 26, 2003

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Everyone that has gone camping with their family will identify with my experiance when I purchased my first used tent camper.
This is one story that will be included in a new book I am writing. I would like everyone who reads this story to please leave your comments as I am testing this story with the readers before adding it to the book.
If you like this story, I will load more from the upcoming book for your review and comments.
So, grab a cup of coffee, and a box of tissues to wipe the tears of laughter from your eyes as you read this true story about my first tent camper.
Note: I am pleased to announce that this story will be featured in the Jan/Feb 2004 issue of "The RV Times."

SNAP GOES THE CABLEIn 1992, Nadine, my wife, was working as a secretary for a private parochial school in Beaverton Oregon. She loved her job working with all of the kids and running the school office. One day, I came home from work and she was so excited. The Pastor of the church was selling his tent trailer and he had made her a special “deal” on it. She was so excited about this that I decided to make the 10-mile drive to his home to take a look at this great deal. He had offered it to her for $500.00, far less than he had it advertised for. I had a vision of this old, broken down trailer with rotting canvas and bald tires. When I turned the corner, I could see the trailer sitting in the front yard. I had to do a double take, as I got closer, because this trailer looked to be in very good shape. It was nothing like I had imagined for this price. “Are you sure this is the right address?” I asked Nadine. “Yes, that’s the trailer. I told you it was in great shape.” I parked the car in the driveway and made my way over to the trailer. It was set up and open for my inspection. It was about 12 years old and had a large bed at either end. I started inspecting the outside of the trailer and everything looked to be in excellent shape. It had two propane tanks mounted to the tongue with newer looking hoses. I continued my inspection as the Pastor came out to speak with us about the trailer. “Look inside, it’s in great shape.” He announced. “ We’ve been real happy with this trailer, but we need something bigger to go camping with now that the kids are growing up.” I stepped inside and looked around at the immaculate interior of the rig. There was a table with seating on both sides. The counter top held a two-burner stove and the sink. There was also some counter space on the opposite wall. It had a power converter so you could run the lights on either a 12-volt battery or you could use 110-volt power. “Lift up the seat over there” the Pastor pointed to the seat on the other side of the table. “There’s some storage under the seat and I have the screen room stored there. It slides in this channel,” pointing to a channel that ran the length of the trailer. “Let me show you how this works.” We pulled this huge piece of canvas out of the storage box and struggled to get it out of the door. We laid it on the ground and unfolded it. We found the rope that was attached to the top of the room and lifted it up to the end of the channel. He had me walk out as far as possible and he started feeding the end of the rope into the end of the channel. Once it was started, he pulled it along the channel and the end of the roof was fed into the channel. Once the end of the roof was in place in the channel, we pulled the rest of the room out as far as it would go. “Now all you have to do is set the poles in the corners and you have a great 10 x 10 additional room that you can sit in.” I was sold! I couldn’t believe Nadine had found such a great deal! I did miss camping, and considering we lived in Oregon, thousands of miles from the rest of her family, I was convinced this was a new start. I gave him the money and he gave me a crash course in taking the trailer down, and setting it up. Everything seemed to be working fine so I backed the car up and turned the crank on the jack, lowering the tongue on the ball. Once it was locked in place I grabbed the plug for the lights and started making the connection. “Dang!” I said as I held the round plug from the trailer in one hand, and the flat plug from the car in the other. I disconnected the trailer from the car and made my way to the nearest shop to have the plug on the car changed over to a round plug, cost $27.95) then back we went to the Pastor’s house to pick up our new trailer. I backed the car into the drive way again and lowered the tongue onto the ball and locked it into place. Then I picked up the plugs from both the trailer and the car and with one mighty push, connected the two together. I was elated! Nothing could stop us now. I had Nadine stand behind the trailer to make sure the lights were all working. I tuned on the headlights and both taillights worked fine. Then I turned on the left turn signal and she indicated that it was working. It seemed to be blinking a little faster than I was used to, but nothing to worry about. Then I tested the right turn signal and nothing happened. “What’s wrong now?” I wondered to myself. The Pastor sauntered over and asked if I had replaced the old flasher that operated the turn signals with the heavy-duty flasher that was needed to operate both signals? “What! No one mentioned that to me,” I said with some disgust in my voice. “Everyone knows that you can’t run both the car turn signals and the trailer turn signals with the standard flasher. “Well I didn’t know that.” “Sounds like you have a lot to learn about camping,” the Pastor informed me. “Yeah like not going,” I stated with a groan in my voice. The Pastor walked around to the front of my car and stood there shaking his head. “What now?” I asked. “Well, how are you going to see what’s behind you?” I looked in my side mirrors and realized that the trailer was blocking my view. “Why don’t you leave the trailer here tonight and stop at the camping store and purchase a set of mirrors and come back tomorrow and pick the trailer up.” I sat in the driver’s seat counting to 10 before I spoke again. “Is there anything else that I need to know before I come back in the morning?” “Just think how much fun you are going to have when you’re camping,” he said with a big grin on his face. I got out of the car and disconnected the lights and unlocked the tongue from the hitch and started turning the crank to raise the tongue from the ball. I watched in horror as the tongue started pulling the rear of the car up with it. “Just kick the hitch a little and it should come loose.” I was more than happy to kick the daylights out of the hitch to take out some of the frustration I was feeling by now. After a few swift kicks, the hitch released its grip on the tongue and rear of the car dropped with a heavy thud. I decided to just go home and approach this adventure again in the morning with a fresh outlook, so we headed back to the house with no working turn signals, as I discovered when the police officer pulled me over. The next morning was a Saturday, and I was looking forward to getting the trailer home so I could begin tinkering with it. I went to GI Joes, a local store that carries automotive and sporting goods. I needed a pair of mirrors for the car, and a heavy-duty flasher for the turn signals. Thirty minutes and $75.16 later we headed back to Beaverton to pick up our “new” trailer. When we arrived, the Pastor met us again. I installed the flasher and mounted the mirrors on the front fenders. He went into his garage and emerged with a can of grease and applied a heavy coat to the ball on my hitch. “Somehow I knew you would forget to grease the ball,” he said looking up with a grin on his face. “Good thing you’re a Pastor, or I might just tell you what I’m really thinking right now,” I thought to myself. “Once we had the trailer hooked up, with all of the lights working, he walked around to the drivers side of the car. “Have fun with the trailer, but don’t forget to stop and pick up a set of jack stands before you set it up.” “Jack stands? Don’t those come with the trailer?” “Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you that. We bought a new trailer and I need these for the new one.” I just nodded my head and pulled out of the driveway with my tent trailer in tow and headed one more time to GI Joes for the jack stands. Twenty minutes, and $45.29 later, we headed for home. Once we got back to the house, I told Nadine to go behind the trailer and guide me in. I kept looking for her in my mirrors, but she was nowhere in sight. “Where are you?” I inquired. “Behind the trailer,” she stated with conviction in her voice. I counted to 10 again then announced, “how bought standing where I can see you?” She moved over so I could see her in my mirror and I started backing the car up. Now, this trailer had a mind of it’s own. Every time I tuned the wheel, the damn thing went in another direction! I pulled forward and backed up several times before I figured out that you needed to turn in the opposite direction you wanted the trailer to turn. My neighbors were getting quite a show. I guess I spent the better part of an hour before the trailer was headed in the right direction up the driveway. By now, I had lost sight of Nadine and the trailer was heading back toward the garage door. “Keep coming, keep coming. A little more.” THUMP! “You can stop now.” I sure hope so as the trailer was now pressed up against the garage door!“I think I might pull ahead just a little,” I groaned as I moved the trailer into its final resting-place.Two and a half-hours and $648.40 (including the cost of the trailer), after leaving to pick up our little trailer, it was finally sitting in our driveway.I set the parking brake and moved to the rear of the car to begin unhooking the trailer. I took the jack stands from the trunk and placed them at all four corners. The grease had helped as the tongue slid effortlessly from the ball. I was beginning to relax as the tongue lifted into the air. I disconnected the lights and pulled the car out of the driveway and parked it next to the trailer in the driveway and walked around to the rear of the trailer in triumph. I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized the trailer was sitting to close to the garage and there was no way I would be able to set it up in that position.Back I went to the car after instructing Nadine to stand by the tongue to guide me in. Slowly I backed the car up waiting for her signal that I was in position. Back, back, back, STOP! I got out of the car and walked around to the rear only to find the tongue pressed firmly into my license plate, which was now bent into an interesting position. I returned to the car shaking my head and pulled the car forward slightly. After several more tries, the tongue was again lowered onto the ball and I pulled the little trailer forward. I had decided to leave it on the hitch until I had it in the raised position and the rear bed pulled out to make absolutely sure there was enough room. Once I was convinced, I finished the set up and removed the car again. Now, four hours after leaving to pick up our new little trailer, it was in place and we began to look forward to making this our trailer. I should have known, from past experiences, that the vacation curse had made it’s way across the country and was now firmly entrenched in our family in Oregon.It was a Saturday morning, and it had rained overnight. I went outside to admire our little trailer. I stopped short as I notice water dripping from the door. Slowly I approached the trailer and opened the door. I had folded it down several days earlier and when I opened the door, I saw water on the floor. “Damn,” I thought “we have a leak in the roof.”I folded the trailer out and looked up at the ceiling. I could see dark spots in several locations. I hadn’t noticed them when we bought the trailer, but it looked like they had been there for some time.I walked back into the house to inform Nadine about the problem, and then I got in the car and headed for the trailer supply store. When I got there, I went inside and found a salesman.“I discovered a leak in the ceiling of my tent trailer, how do I fix it?”I should have known what was coming next when I saw the look in his eyes.“Follow me,” he motioned as we headed toward the rear of the store.He started picking items from the shelves and then walked back to the front counter. I watched in amazement as he pressed the keys on the calculator, and then hit the total button.“That will be $72.65,” he announced with a tinge of pride in his voice.I reached for my wallet and paid him for the items he had selected.“Now, be sure to cover the whole roof and all of the seams. Do you have a vent in the roof,” he inquired.“Yes,” I told him.“Make sure you put a lot of this sealer around the flange. The problem with leaks is you may never know where they are coming from so cover everything.”I picked up the two gallons of snow coat, roller handle; roller covers, and brushes and headed back to the car for the drive home.I put on some old clothes and went out to the trailer to fold it down again so I could seal the roof. The process took about 3 hours and I made sure I covered everything. I had found several spots where cracks had developed and I let it sit overnight as the instructions said.The next morning, I went out and checked my work. Everything was dry so I walked over to get my garden hose and began to spray the roof with water. I was proud of the job I had done. There was no standing water on the roof, and when I looked inside, everything was dry. I spent the next 2 hours cleaning up the inside of the trailer as my in-laws were coming out for a visit the next week, and we were going to take our little trailer for it’s first camping trip. I wanted to make sure everything was ready.The following Saturday, Bob and Sandy pulled their truck and camper into the driveway and we met them with enthusiasm. It had been a couple of years since their last visit and we were glad to see one another. After unpacking and getting settled in, Bob and I went out to examine the trailer. I set her up with the speed and agility of a true pro. I was like a new dad showing off my new baby.When it was all set up, Bob walked inside and the first thing he noticed were the spots on the ceiling where it had leaked.“Looks like you had some water trouble here. Did you get the leaks fixed?”“Yeah, I coated the whole roof then checked it with the hose and nothing leaked.”He walked around inside surveying the ceiling then he started pushing on it in several spots.“Feels pretty punky to me. Are you sure there wasn’t any damage to the wood stringers?”Wood stingers? I didn’t even know there was any wood in this trailer.Bob went into the garage and came back out with a screwdriver, hammer and wrecking bar. He went into the trailer and starting taking the first portion of the ceiling down.“Just what I expected. This roof has been leaking for some time. All of the wood is wet and starting to rot. Got any one-by’s in the garage?”“One-by what?” I thought. I started looking around not knowing what I was looking for, then reported back to Bob.“Don’t see any,” I reported.“Where’s the nearest lumber yard?”“Supply One. It’s about 3 miles from here.”Bob went in the house to inform Sandy that we would be right back. We jumped into his truck and headed for the lumberyard. Forty-five minutes later, and $37.58 poorer, we returned to the house. Bob figured as long as we were going to pull the ceiling apart to replace the wood, we might as well replace the ceiling tile too.Bob started disassembling the ceiling with the skill of a surgeon. I would have never attempted to do this myself. Wood and I don’t get along very well. He removed the light fixture from the ceiling then started pulling off all of the trim, and removing the screws that held the ceiling tiles in place. One and a half hours after we started, all that was left was bare wood attached to the metal roof. After some close examination, Bob determined the wood was nailed to the roof from the top down. This was the same roof I had spent hours sealing so there were no leaks. Now he wanted to pull the wood down and drive the nails back up through that same roof.“What if we just pull the wood down, then run screws down to hold it in place, we could just cut the nails off at the roof line so we just have to seal the screw heads.”After giving this some careful thought, Bob agreed it would work. We set about getting everything ready for the project. I brought out two sawhorses so we could cut the wood and ceiling tile to fit.“Do you have a skill saw,” Bob asked?“Well, I have a saw, but I don’t know how much skill it has,” I stated half joking.I went into the garage and came out with my 1958 circular saw complete with a 6-1/2 inch blade. Bob looked the relic over with some interest then asked if the blade was sharp enough to cut wood.“Don’t know. I’ve never used it. I found it at a garage sale and figured for a buck, it was a good deal.”I plugged it in and with Bob at the controls he started cutting the first board. As he started cutting, there was this awful screeching noise and a lot of smoke coming from the saw. Bob stopped and shook his head.“This blade is dull and needs to be replaced.”So, back into the truck we went in search of a new blade for the saw. Have you ever looked for a 6-1/2 inch blade for a circular saw? Don’t! So after 1 hour, and $47.95 later, we returned home with a new saw. I didn’t know what I was going to do with this saw after that project was finished, but at least I knew I would be able to find a new blade for it. The way I work with wood, I figure the old blade will rust before I have to worry about replacing it because it got dull!We spent the rest of the day replacing the wood and tiles and when we were finished, it looked good! We closed her up and sealed the screw heads and went into the house. We were both looking forward to the next day as we were planning to take a trip to the coast for our first camping trip.The next morning, everyone woke up early. The sun was starting to come up over the horizon, and all reports said we would be having a nice sunny week. The women were busy getting everything ready for the trip, so Bob and I went to the store to get some blocks of ice for the ice boxes we each had in our campers. When we returned, we raised the top on the camper and loaded the ice into the icebox. Then the women began packing the camper with everything necessary for the 4-day trip. Bob decided he would hook the trailer up to his truck as we had to climb the coast range and his truck had more power than my car. I didn’t argue with him (I had learned it did no good) so we folded the trailer down and hooked it up to his truck. After a final check of the lights, we were off to the coast for a long awaited vacation.The trip over the mountains was uneventful. Everyone enjoyed the views except Sandy who has a fear of heights. It took about one and half-hours to reach the town of Nehalem where we had planned to spend the first two days. After checking in at the gate, we were directed to two camping sites that were side-by-side. Bob backed the camper into position, and I cranked her up off the hitch. I was now ready to show Bob just how skilled I had become at setting this trailer up. As he backed his truck into his campsite, I began to process of getting the trailer jacks positioned and getting the trailer leveled. He came over to inspect my work and nodded in approval as he checked the side-to-side and fore-to-aft levels and noted that the bubble was in the exact center of each. I did my final tightening of the jack stands and then unlatched the top. I moved to the front of the trailer and began the process of raising the top. As I started to crank, I felt a slight resistance that I had not noticed before, but the top was almost raised into position, so I ignored it.Ping, Ping, Pop! That sound sent shivers down my spine, and the expression on everyone’s face was priceless as the auxiliary lift cables on the right rear support post snapped and the roof settled into a 45-degree list to port. We all just stood there, frozen in time looking at this trailer with the tilted roof. The strain it was putting on the remaining cables was tremendous, so I decided to lower the roof to relieve the pressure. I was devastated. I couldn’t tell you the number of times I had put this trailer though it’s paces in my driveway preparing for this moment. I never had a problem. I was convinced the camping curse had followed me to the coast.Bob walked around the disabled camper and surveyed the damage.“Well, all we need to do is get some supports for the four corners, and we’re in business.”Slowly, we raised the top as far as possible so Bob could get a measurement of how long the 2x4’s would have to be. As we raised the top to near it’s apex, I heard that horrible sound again. Ping, Ping, SNAP! Another of the cables in the rear gave way, and the whole top came crashing down at the rear of the trailer.Bob instructed Nadine and Sandy to start getting the campsite set up while we went into town to find a lumberyard. When we got there, we went inside and asked the salesman if he could cut the 2x4’s to the length Bob had measured.“Why don’t you just cut them when you get home?” he asked. “I’ll have to charge you for the whole 8 foot board.”We explained the situation, and after he stopped laughing and shaking his head, he cut the four boards to length. He must have needed a good laugh because he only charged us for the length he cut. I think he figured we were having a worse day then he was and we didn’t need any more aggravation. We also pickup up four bricks to set the 2x4’s on so we had a more stable base. We returned 25 minutes and $16.72 later and began the process of raising the roof once more. I never imagined the roof of this trailer was so heavy. It took everything we had to assist the other two good cables as Nadine starting cranking her up. Once we had the roof up, we set the poles at all four corners and stepped back to view our accomplishment. It was then that we noticed we had attracted quite a crowd of campers that had been watching the excitement. We looked around as they applauded our accomplishment and we set about to finish the set up job. Out little trailer looked so sick sitting there with 2x4’s supporting her once mighty roof that sloped slightly to the right.We hung the door in place, and notice several gaps where once there were none. Bob walked over to his camper and came back with duct tape. I just rolled my eyes back as he stepped inside and began tearing strips of tape and attaching them to the door and canvas to seal the gaps. One thing I will say for Bob, nothing stops him from having a good time when things don’t always go as planned. I just figured it was do to all of the past experiences he had with the camping curse. After a while, I guess you just plan for these things, and you move forward. How embarrassing it was to have your trailer sitting at a campground held together by 2x4’s and duct tape. I began to understand where the term white trailer trash came from because now I was one of them. All that was missing was a blue tarp over the roof (god, I hope it doesn’t rain) and a couple of tires to hold it down.The rest of the time we spent at the coast went without incident, although it did take some extra time to lower the roof, and set it back up again when we moved to the next campsite at Tillamook. I was convinced that the curse was over as we packed up and headed back home. We were about 5 miles from home just getting ready to get on highway 26 when I noticed the trailer starting to sway slightly behind Bob’s truck. Just as I reached for the light switch to signal Bob that there might be a problem; POW the right tire blew. Bob pulled his truck over to the side of the road and I pulled in behind him. We looked at the tire then went to the back of the trailer to remove the spare tire. We both just stood there and glared at the flat spare tire bolted to the back of the trailer.Bob said he would stay with the truck, so I put the spare in the back of the car and headed for the tire shop to get the flat fixed. When I got there, I wasn’t surprised when he told me the tire was in too bad of shape to be fixed. So, 10 minutes and $42.77 later I headed back to the disabled trailer. We fixed the flat and headed back to the house. Bob backed the trailer into the driveway and I put an ad in the local paper the next day! The ad read:For Sale. 1987 Coleman Tent Trailer. Needs some work, best offer.The third person that called came out to look at the little trailer. They wanted to see it opened so we took out the lumber and all of us hoisted the top up and propped it so they could inspect the inside of the trailer. I couldn’t understand why they were excited about this broken down trailer. They made me an offer of $200.00, which I took without a second thought.As they pulled my little trailer out of the driveway, I watched them leave then looked down at the $200.00 that was in my hand. I stopped to do some quick calculations on what this great camping trip had cost me. It came out roughly to $855.07 for a four-day trip!I turned and headed back to the house and yelled “Nadine, get ready we’re going out to dinner to celebrate!I have not been camping since that day. But when I do get the urge to spend the weekend on the Oregon Coast, I just pick up the phone and make my reservations at the Marriott.


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Reviewed by J Howard 6/8/2011
your story... then Jamie's (readers) review really make this story-rock...or "snap" if you prefer that adjective. :) well done-lots of fun.
Reviewed by Roger Vizi 8/25/2010
Hi Jamie
You did not leave an email address so I hope you come back and read this.
send me your email address to and I will contact you
Reviewed by Jamie Corpus (Reader) 7/29/2006
If only I had discoverd this web site and your story a week ago, as it just so happens that I too just bought an 89 Coleman Tent Trailer, and can you guess? Yes, Snap goes the cable! And I paid the same price for it. If you could somehow contact me, if you wouldnt mind, to give me a description of how you and Bob did the four 2x4's, I sure you could use it!My problem is getting the door in while somone(many people perhaps)to help lift the top up while trying to get the door in quickly! I cant turn around and sell it, though it has crossed my mind,so I guess I too now have joined the said White Trash Trailer Club!! However, Thank you for the many tips, as I didnt have a clue about the grease,the jack stands, etc.. I am from Beaverton originlly and spend a lot of time in Seaside, nothing compares to the Oregon coast, especially from the view of a nice balcony window at a hotel on the beach!! LOL! Thanks and hope to hear from you!
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 7/22/2003
this is absolutely HILARIOUS, roger! LOL (((HUGS))) saw in your blog you wanted readers to check out your stories, so i did! glad i stopped by! :) love, your friend from texas, karen lynn.
Reviewed by Joan Shaw 5/7/2003
This is a laugh out loud story that anyone who has been camping can identify with.
Keep the funny stories comming!
Reviewed by Mrs Mouse 3/5/2003
As a full time RVer, I can relate. Whatever can go wrong, will, at the worst possible moment. I've learned that the first thing to pack is a sense of humor...something helped along by your hillarious story.
Reviewed by Cathy 2/21/2003
A very delightful read. Always seems funnier reading about others misfortunes. Lord knows we have had enough of our own. :) Remind me never to go on Vacation with you and Nadine. lol

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