It doesn't seem right at all.Īt first, I thought the author referring to black people as coloured people was probably reminiscent of his birth era. After years of debate, some states have legalized it for medical and other uses yet, those that were jailed for marijuana-related offences are still in jail in these same states. Not so long ago, marijuana was an illicit substance in the US. The author made lots of questionable decisions and he paid for them, however he made some profound points at the end, and I agree with him.
It's not just the way each sentence is worded for maximum impact, it's the love shown, the beautiful pictures and memories shared, the countries explored, the waters navigated, the exquisitely described landscapes, the mistakes made, and the willingness to try new things and start all over, again and again. Smuggler kept me up at night when I wasn't reading it, I was thinking about it, and I suspect thoughts of it will persist in my subconscious for a long time. I judge an author's skill by their ability to make me feel. On the surface, this first-person narration of his life focuses on his time as a hauler of illicit drugs, but at its core, it's a memoir of adventure, love, family, and a man who tried more things and took more risk than the average person. His travels and exploits are the stuff of dreams. Its structure is akin to short stories, still, it flows chronologically and seamlessly so. Smuggler by Roger Reeves is a beautiful memoir the best I have read, yet. On their way back to California, they got talking, and he told Mike of his intention to import Mercury from Mexico to California. Mike apprised him of the antique treasures in Missouri and invited him to go hunting with him. On one of his trips to sell his goods, he met Mike, an antique expert, and wholesaler. The business exposed him to different cities and people. While still a fireman, he dabbled into fishing and antique dealing with his wife, Marrie. Shortly after, he moved to California where he made do with many blue-collar jobs before he became a firefighter. That didn't go so well as he narrowly escaped a run-in with the law.
His first stint into illegal activities began with distilling moonshine. His childhood wasn't all rosy, but it was fun and filled with love. Roger is a farm boy that grew up in Georgia.
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