In the Glory of the Morning

Sometimes life will spoon up an adventure when you least expect it. Certainly my sister Becca and I were not expecting (or deserving) one on that sweltering southern day in 1949. Little did we know then that three exciting things would come together to make that summer unforgettable: our father bought a silver Cessna airplane; we spent a wild week with our Smoky Mountain cousins; and moonshiner-bootlegger Arlo T. Faust outraged the locals. (Could he be Saved against his will at the Cedar Grove Free Will Baptist Church?) In The Glory Of The Morning is a story inspired by our memories. It is (mostly) fiction, and names and places are (mostly) imaginary - to protect the guilty. We hope you will have as much fun reading it as we had creating it!