The Award-Winning Author
Steve Kravetz is a 70 plus-year-old award-winning storyteller from Rockwall Texas. His oral storytelling talent was used to entertain his clients and family for years. In 1993 he sent his first written story in and entered into the State Fair of Texas- Liars/Tall Tales contest-winning first place. His first novel started out as just an idea, in 1983. Though it was not until an accident in 2010 that gave him downtime to put the first words to paper. Then it was not until 2017 that his historical fiction of the 1960s, A Marijuana Man was released. His second literary fiction The Bastardo, the story of 1850’s Sicily and how a perfect storm created the Mafia, was released in 2021. The Tales of The Tails Every Rescue Dog is the third one , which is made up of stories and pictures of many rescue dogs. His writing style reminds us of James Michener and James Clavell. The ability to make you feel you are back in time, of the story.
In 1983 I had an idea for this book. An over the next several years, I would run storylines through my head. It was a serious accident in 2010 that put me in the hospital, which gave me time to start putting word to paper. Over the next four months of rehab, the book was written. The reality of needing income pushed me back to work, the book went into a book bag and it found a new home in my closet. In 2015 my wife of 28 years got very sick and I gave up work to become her 24/7 caregiver. She was in and out of the hospital over the next 9 months a dozen times. I would come in the mornings and spend the day with her. The second visit to the hospital, she said to me. ” Steve, go home and pull the book out, it is the story of our past and it can be our future. So get off your ass and finish the Dam story. ” Part of the book was her story too. She graduated from the U of California At Berkley in the mid-’60s. She was politically active since she was a teen. Darlene was in Chicago for the protest for women’s rights at the Democratic National Convention in 1968, then again in Washington DC 1969 for the Peace Protest on the national mall, where she was arrested with many others for disturbing the peace. I went back to work on the book. She passed in 2016 and the book became my reason to get up every morning. 2017 the book was published. I hope you enjoy it, I know she would have.
A Dealer’s Diary
A Marijuana Man is a story depicting the life and times of an ambitious Cannabis dealer from 1966 through 1983. It also reflects on the time period, the major historical events which were the catalyst for the ‘hippie’ generation and the metamorphosis of America. I hope you enjoy this story, So find yourself a comfortable place to sit or lie, burn one if you want and take this trip, and travel back in time with me.
The publics’ hunger for Mafia stories shows an interest in power and revenge, but where did it come from and what was the cause for its growth and success. The answer to those questions brought interesting answer and the base for this literary novel
It would take a perfect storm in time to create the need, the money, and the politics that would create in the 1860s the birth of the Sicilian Mafia.
It will take a perfect plan by Don Leonardo La Barbra to save his ancient family’s estate and business from his weak son and his twin uncles who now control it all. A bred male for a near-impossible job was trained from birth to be a solder, analytical thinker, and to be a fearless leader in any situation.
The book is made up of stories and pictures of many rescue dogs we had go through our ten years runnung for the love of a lhasa, our 501-C non profit dog rescue. Every dog we found had a story or two and here are just a few.
By Steve Kravetz
My love for animals started late one afternoon while I was at the State Fair of Texas in Dallas. I was six years old, and my family was enjoying the sights, sounds, food, rides, and, of course games of chance, opportunities to win a stuffed animal.
I was flipping nickels on the Midway and as luck would have it I put one on the plate without it falling off. My reward was not a big stuffed bear but a live baby chicken, aka Miss Peep.
My dad built a box for her and added sawdust for the floor. It was my job to feed and change water and the poopy sawdust. Each week she grew as did the smell, but I loved her and dutifully took my job seriously. All went well until very early one morning Miss Peep started crowing. She was a he and his natural behavior was causing problems. My father being a practical man swapped Mr. Peep, for a Boston Bull Terrier that was a year old. Pug, as she was to be known, was an important part of our family. She taught me responsibility of taking care of something besides myself. She was a play mate for my brother, and always ready to participate in any of our families activities.
No matter how long I had been gone, like when I went off to college or just out to the mail box, she was always glad to see me and was front in center. She was to be the official tail wagging greeter to all of those who crossed our threshold.
She was my first dog but by no means my last. I was always to have a dog of my own in my life, except the four years I went off to college.
For every book sold, a percentage of each sale will go back to a dog rescue of buyer’s choice.
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