Del Hayes
I am an electrical engineer, a private pilot, a business man and a writer. That is not necessarily the order of preference, but it is the order of occurrence. Although I wrote somewhat extensively as an engineer, on titillating topics such as the care and feeding of megawatt radar transmitters, I did not take up writing for fun until after my retirement, with my first novel, The Old Man, being my first published work.
Ad Astra
It's summer, 1940. America struggles to survive a devastating depression, and fears being pulled into the war engulfing Europe. Young Gene Stoddard is desperate, torn between his dream of becoming an airline pilot and his reality that the Depression has made that dream impossible. But on a broiling August Sunday, a Stearman biplane pilot descends into his life and shows him a way to live the life of his dream.
Happily Ever After: A Tribute to Marriage From a Fifty-Year Veteran
Happily Ever After: A Tribute to Marriage From a Fifty-Year Veteran promotes marriage as the most rewarding and beneficial decision a couple can make for themselves. More a "Why-to" book than a "How-to" book, the author uses personal experiences from his fifty-plus year marriage to illustrate both the prerequisites to a good marriage, as well as its rewards.
What Good Are Dads, Anyway?
Long troubled by the diminishing importance society places on fathers, author Hayes addresses his concerns using pictures of five generations of kids, dads and granddads from his family photo albums. Whether taken by an old Kodak Brownie Hawkeye,or by a modern digital,all the pictures show the real value of Dad in a child's life. Accompanied by "quotes," as though the child in that photo were answering the title question, and made more thoughtful with quotes from a variety of sources, "What Good Are Dads, Anyway?" shows Dad just how important he is with humor and insight.
grace will lead me home; the Albert Cheng Story
April 17, 1975. A meek, mild-mannered young man huddles in the dark, terrified by the constant whump of rockets exploding, and the chatter of machine guns. As morning dawns, all is silent. Phnom Penh, capital of Cambodia, has fallen to the Khmer Rouge. Their reign of terror, the Killing Fields, are about to begin. He knows he must somehow escape.
The Old Man
He sits alone in the aging tavern, haggard, despondent, blind to the nervous glances of the patrons who drift in from the unpleasant night. Who is he, this stranger in their midst? Why is he there?
