Author: | Bob Martin, David Teems | ISBN: | 9781449094737 |
Publisher: | AuthorHouse | Publication: | December 15, 2006 |
Imprint: | AuthorHouse | Language: | English |
Author: | Bob Martin, David Teems |
ISBN: | 9781449094737 |
Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
Publication: | December 15, 2006 |
Imprint: | AuthorHouse |
Language: | English |
Chattanooga, Tennessee today is not the same town it was in the nineteen forties through the mid-eighties. Protected by a corrupt and self-serving local government, her masters fattened themselves on illegal enterprise. In this one book you have biography, treachery, and underworld intrigue. You have murder, and attempts at murder. You have innocence accused, and guilt unpunished. You have luxury, power, and privilege with their hands on all the strings. You have white lightning and whiskey runners, colorful whores, one great barroom brawl, and gunfights with such playbills as Cowboy Bob and the Shootout at The Fuzzy Duck. You have all the stuff of fiction, without the burden of a lie, all the benefit of great theatre, without having to leave your favorite chair. The best part of it is, its all true. Down to the five oclock shadow on the policemen dressed like prostitutes.
Chattanooga, Tennessee today is not the same town it was in the nineteen forties through the mid-eighties. Protected by a corrupt and self-serving local government, her masters fattened themselves on illegal enterprise. In this one book you have biography, treachery, and underworld intrigue. You have murder, and attempts at murder. You have innocence accused, and guilt unpunished. You have luxury, power, and privilege with their hands on all the strings. You have white lightning and whiskey runners, colorful whores, one great barroom brawl, and gunfights with such playbills as Cowboy Bob and the Shootout at The Fuzzy Duck. You have all the stuff of fiction, without the burden of a lie, all the benefit of great theatre, without having to leave your favorite chair. The best part of it is, its all true. Down to the five oclock shadow on the policemen dressed like prostitutes.