There’s always a hold-out…somebody who thinks they are immune to Ike’s charms. The truth is…Ike’s powers are like the gravitational pull of the sun. You can fight it if you want, but once you’re caught in it, resistance is futile and you’re going to melt in the end!
So, there’s this guy….he’s broad-shouldered, cocky, drinks Budweiser and rides a Harley. A true man’s man. I hear he’s single too.
Apparently women flock to him. They go for his cunningness, his dedication to truth and justice…oh, and his good looks.
However there’s one big snag. Ike, the White Knight on an Iron Horse is not real—at least I don’t think he is.
Truth be told, when it comes to the man and his lore, I’m feel like an eight year old at Christmastime. While everyone tells me to believe, I have doubt. They share his stories, shout his name in praise, wear t-shirts professing their devotion to him, but me? I’ve never seen the guy…except in books.
I’m beginning to think he’s all made up.
Ike’s stories appear on book shelves across the world including in the novels Eyewitness Blues and Living the Dream. And though these books, written…
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