A Weatherman for All Seasons:
The Life of Morton J. Rubin

Harry
Rubin will be a featured instructor at the 2008
Southeastern Writers conference. Don't miss your chance to experience the dry wit and sharp wordsmithing from this master of the five-line gotcha.
Harry says, "The last time I taught Limerick Writing at
the Southeastern Writers Workshop, most students said
it was the most fun they had in years. The first hour will be a tutorial
covering the rules governing the limerick form.
"A handout will be made available to refresh the students' knowledge of what was covered in that first hour. After that we (instructor included) will write limericks as homework that will be read aloud in class. The laughter from the class will annoy people who are not attending the limerick shindig."
Some samples...
My penchant is writing light verse,
Witty and pithy and terse.
Limericks that rhyme,
Pop out all the time.
It's my unnatural poetic curse.
A hungry Hungarian squirrel,
With a voice like a Haggard named Merle.
Lost his prized nuts
And most of his guts
And now sings like a Minnie named Pearl.
My favorite time of the day,
Is when into the throne room I stray.
It's not English Lit
I read as I sit,
It's the labels on Ex-Lax, Ole`
On a more serious note, Harry is hard at work on the third novel of the trilogy about James Neale and his intrepid Navy crew, working title of "One of Our Bombs is Missing."
Close to his home in Coastal Georgia is Wassau Sound located between Tybee Island and Wassau Island, both of which are barrier islands off the coast of Georgia. Tybee is a busy vacation beach island located a few miles east of Savannah. Wassau Island is essentially uninhabited and a wildlife reserve.
In 1958 a B-47 Bomber was involved in an accident and had to jettison a
thermonuclear weapon into Wassau Sound. To this date, that weapon has never
been located. He thought this might be a good plot for a
novel, and especially for Skipper James Neale, whose home is in Savannah.
He's going to put the crew in a shrimp boat off the coast of Georgia and see what adventures they can come up with. Here are the first few lines of he Prologue:
"On 5 January 1958, a U.S. Air Force B-47 Stratojet was cruising at 38,000 feet over southeastern Georgia at 500 miles per hour. In its bomb bay was a Mark 15 thermonuclear weapon, many times as powerful as the Hiroshima Bomb. At 12:33 a.m. on a bright moonlit night, history was about to be made."