We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog post

Wash your goddamn hands. It doesn’t take a genius to know that we are in a damn shitty situation that is going to get a hell of a lot worse. And, there are things you can do to protect yourselves and loved ones. Besides washing your hands, not touching your face and standing at least an arms-length from the person you are talking to, you can also do this: You can stay at home and hunker the hell down for a few weeks. You will flatten the rise of the virus and you can catch up on your reading. Today we look at:
 
The Holographic Detective Agency. 
 
Soloman Fisk is a brilliant recluse who has made a name for himself among the middle-aged male ultra-wealthy…by coercing home their philandering trophy wives.  His secret?  A holographic stable of deceased celebrity icons and imposing historical figures that are so utterly real, the Missus can’t wait to go home.
 
When mysterious ninja-like wraiths snatch software giant Aaron Gaines at a Las Vegas trade show, the quirky detective is called in.  But Gaines is no stranger to Soloman:  the two were once business partners before falling out.  Now the FBI regards Soloman as chief suspect; a 300-pound cross-dressing mob enforcer wants him whacked; and his only clue is the wife of the victim – a long-lost love he’s not entirely sure he can trust.  
 
What the hell? You can order this on Amazon and never leave the house? Damn straight! You can even order it on your Kindle and save yourself a trip the louse-infected world that we live in. If you are a fan of John Wayne, Dino, Mark Twain, J. Edgar Hoover, Howard Hughes, Bugsy Siegel or comedian J.P. Linde than this is the book for you.
 
Happy reading, stay safe and we will see you next week!