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Can Mike Bond Save the Beautiful Maine Environment?

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In most thrillers, when a Special Forces vet battles the forces of evil, he fights for his life, his allies and his country, all in a fictional environment. But when Pono Hawkins, the main character of Mike Bond’s new thriller Killing Maine (Mandevilla Press, 2015), takes on the bad guys, he doesn’t just do it in a make-believe world—he’s fighting for you and for the natural beauty of our real-life America. Bond said his first Pono Hawkins novel, Saving Paradise, was written in part to deal with what he called “the approaching tragedy” of an energy project that would have stripped the Hawaiian island, Molokai, of much of its environmental splendor. In Killing Maine, Hawkins leaves his tropical paradise and…

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Sleeping with elephants on New Year’s Eve

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We were camping near the Tsavo River in southern Kenya. A quiet New Year’s Eve, my wife and I on cots under mosquito nets, our youngest son (nine) stretched out on the jeep’s front seat with the windows closed against mosquitoes, and the two older boys on cots under mosquito nets in a canvas tent. It was one of those soft and lovely Kenya nights – a warm breeze carrying a taste of water and of the surrounding savanna that has heated all day under the sun. We’d had a splendid New Year’s dinner of peanut butter on undercooked banana bread and water purified with iodine. It had been a long day on the savanna and everyone was sleepy. A…

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There’s a Bear in My Sink!

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BEFORE DAWN ONE MORNING there’s a noise in the kitchen, so I get up to see and there’s a bear sitting in the sink. His rump on one side, rear feet in the sink and front paws holding the compost bowl in his lap. Not a huge bear, just a couple hundred pounds of black glistening fur.  Behind him is the window he’s pried open. He looks at me, his expression Who the hell are you? “You’re going to get your little ass in trouble,” I admonish him. He shrugged – What can I do? I’m hungry. I opened the back door. “Out!” Down he flops from the counter, rear feet the size of tennis rackets, and ambles out. Next…

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