Grandfather Anonymous

The time has come, everyone. Grandfather Anonymous is now AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE. It’s been a long time in the works, and I hope you’ll grab a copy of this Minnesota-based cyber thriller.

Ajay was one of the best hackers in the world when he retired from the NSA, and a lonely life in a heavily surveilled Minnesota town hasn’t dulled his skills one bit, thank you very much. When his estranged daughter knocks on his door with her two daughters in tow, he hopes it’s his chance to become part of her family again.

But she needs more than just a sitter for his two willful granddaughters. She needs someone to keep them safe — from who, she won’t say.

Before, he failed at being a father so badly that he’s afraid he can never make amends. Thrust back into a world of secrecy and cyberwarfare, Ajay now must uncover what makes his granddaughters valuable — and dangerous.

This is a story about a grandfather being awesome, AS THEY OFTEN ARE. My own grandfather was immune to pain, an inventor, and the guy who taught me how to mix a manhattan (the secret ingredient is “lots of booze.”)

Who were your grandfathers? What kinds of cool stuff do(did) they do? Let me know in the comments, and oh, hey, don’t forget to pick up a copy of the book, too.


  1. i remember going to my grandpas everyday while my mom would work. we always had a routine and drink a root beer while watching “The incredible hulk” . he was a sweet caring man

  2. My Grandfather owned a Ranch back in the Azores Islands, He had 17 kids, all the boys worked on the Ranch except for my dad who loved the city and got a job there, Grandpa was not impressed in those days he needed all the boys on hand to feed 17 kids They pretty much lived off the land.

  3. My Grandfather were both very involved in the war effort in WWII. My Dad’s dad was in the Lend/Lease Program with Russia and my Mom’s Dad worked in one of the Armories building Howitzers.

  4. My grandfather was like Bluto, he would walk into a bar in NYC and call out “Who is the toughest man here?” When a guy would say he was my grandfather would lay him out (he always would). Afterwards he’d buy him a drink. For the rest of the night he’d drink for free because everyone would admire what he did.

    1. It’s tough when they live so far away. For the last twenty years of his life, my grandfather lived in Florida. I tried to get down to see him around my birthday every year, but it was tough. Not much of a sacrifice, though. Florida in October is a whole lot nicer than Minnesota.

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