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Review: of Underground Life: The Sub Terra Vita Chronicles by Tim Krenz
Review by: JD Schloss
Fantastic book! Though autobiographical, The Sub Terra Vita Chronicles is at once—and throughout—relatable and tells “our story”. It is about a place and a man navigating reality in that place, but thats what each of us is doing. The place, be it the St Croix Valley or Anywhere, USA is really just a backdrop for the important work on my place in the world. The Chronicles brim with humor and wisdom. I appreciate the author’s passion and resilience and self deprecation. The book gives me opportunity to ask myself, if I dare, important questions about my authenticity and compassion or lack thereof.
Underground Life:
The Sub Terra Vita Chronicles
By Tim Krenz
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What J.D. Schloss says about The Cepia Club's own persona mira Pi Kielty
My uncle, Stokely Bazam, was a man of few words. Or so he'd say before launching into some effusive paean recounting the glories of his dead friend PI Kielty. I grew up on these adventure stories. There was the one about teenage Pony Express rider Kielty doing a backflip off his horse after arriving at the Colfax depot in record time. Another mad tale centered around rocket ship travel and Kielty spearheading the colonization of Jupiter. My favorite though was hearing about Kielty belting a homerun off Bullet Bob Ripshaw that dotted the "I" in "GIN" of the Senators Club billboard high atop the right centerfield wall at The Palace of The Fans ballpark. This guy was a comic book hero if there ever was one. Time collapsing writer and poet? Diminutive jockey? Brave spaceman? Strapping right fielder? "He was all those things, boy," Uncle Stoke would say as he'd walk to the bookcase and take down the fraying Spalding horsehide. He'd flip it to me and ask me to read the inscription on the ball. I have that ball on my nightstand. It reads, "It's mad tales that spin the world. Your friend, PI Kielty."
