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“Wait for Me” audio book excerpt

WASHINGTON, DC, 18 May 2022 — You now can LISTEN to excerpts from my memoir, Wait for Me: True Stories of War, Love and Rock & Roll. Former Miami Herald photojournalist Murry Sill made this image of me while we were embedded with Sandinista Army forces in Nicaragua’s northern mountains during the early 1980s. You […]

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Wait for Me at Bronx Doc Center

BRONX DOCUMENTARY CENTER, New York, 4 March 2022 — We had an engaged, lively audience at the Bronx Documentary Center last week as I presented my memoir, Wait for Me: True Stories of War, Love and Rock & Roll. Thanks to Mike Kamber and his crew for a wonderful visit and the opportunity to meet […]

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Wait for Me at Bronx Documentary Center

Friends, Colleagues, As you may recall, the event planned for December at the Bronx Documentary Center was postponed because of the spike in the pandemic. The book presentation and discussion now is scheduled for Friday 4 March at 6 PM at the Bronx Documentary Center. See https://www.bronxdoc.org/events/bdc-conversations-bill-gentile/detail?fbclid=IwAR0KTYPTpdI_3Ros6ThlAjvXXvr_qauTsWzBZic5tGR4Bwb3MRRN3lJ2CvY At the event, I’ll raffle off a couple […]

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Esperame: Historias Reales de Guerra, Amor y Rock & Roll

WASHINGTON, DC, 27 November 2021 — The Spanish-language version of my memoir, Wait for Me: True Stories of War, Love and Rock & Roll, now is available on Amazon, and on Barnes & Noble. To order Esperame: Historias Reales de Guerra, Amor y Rock & Roll on Amazon, click here https://tinyurl.com/3m6296xp To order on Barnes […]

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The Reservoir

AMBRIDGE RESERVOIR, Pennsylvania — The Ambridge Reservoir was built in the 1950s to accommodate the water needs of nearby towns and villages in southwestern Pennsylvania, one of them being the town of the same name. Incorporated in 1905, Ambridge takes its name from the industry and the company upon which its inhabitants once thrived – […]

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My Mother Told Me: Go to War

NEW YORK, NY, 1983 — I waited to tell my mother during her visit to New York City. So I took her out to dinner on the last dying breath of my credit card, wanting to keep the intensity and the drama of the discussion within the accepted parameters of a restaurant full of people. […]

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