I was born in Killyleagh, a small town six miles from the county town of Downpatrick in County Down, Northern Ireland.  The only place in the world where you can go up the Down road.  I was raised in the backstreets of the town and destined to work in either the local linen mill or as a farm labourer except for the influence of the headmaster of the local elementary school, a Mr James Smith, to whom I am eternally indebted.  He recognised in me an aptitude, and through his influence I obtained a scholarship to the high school in Downpatrick.  After graduating high school I moved to Birmingham, England for 10 years before emigrating to Toronto, Canada where I graduated as a Certified Management Accountant.  I have worked in that field  for a few companies and have travelled extensively.  I am still living in the Toronto Area with my family, but also have a home in Seminole, Florida where I spend most of the winter.

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First chapter excerpt from my book, "Jim, Where Are You?"

My first book "Jim, Where Are You" is available. It may be purchased through the Authors Den Bookstore or the Publish America web site. It is also listed at Amazon.com and Barnes and Nobel. Check the links below for more details and also to read the more that on chapter excerpt. A number of years ago I travelled frequently to Halifax, Nova Scotia, and since the newer hotels were frequently busy I had to stay at the Nova Scotian. One cold January night when I was driving along that street going to the hotel I saw a very young girl standing on one of the corners shivering uncontrolably as she waited to find a customer. My heart but not my courage went out to her, and I passed her by, and frequently thereafter I have felt guilt that I did not even bring her into the car for a few minutes to warm up. Everyone I told this story to said I did the right thing, but it did not always ease my guilt. So you see, even though the rest of the story is fiction, that part was true, and the Jim Ferguson at that point in the book was in fact me. Perhaps the terrible outcome of Jim Freguson's and others actions, was in some way my sub-consious attempt to justify my action. I should also tell you that I have now also started a new story called "A Family Devasted". Although the story will stand on it's own I am using many of the characters from the first book, in the same setting where the tragedy and most of the action took place, along with some new characters, and continuing from where the first finished, with references back to incidents in the first book. This time the background is drugs, and although I have not finished it seems to be flowing reasonably well, and the threads of the plot have come together. Perhaps if the first book is a success it might help the second.