Okrachokee Beach, northeast Florida's best kept secret. The tiny coastal town boasts more senior citizen communities per capita than any other in the US. It has no airport, seaport, or train station, but hosts three national parks and countless nature preserves. Mangroves are a common sight as are manatees and alligators, mainly because the majority of the real estate in Okrachokee Beach was created by decades of draining and filling in their habitat. Unlike many coastal cities, Okrachokee Beach doesn't want tourists. There are no Welcome signs at the city limits. No flower filled planters. The one public beach is in such disrepair that any tourists who make it through the intimidation gauntlet turn right around and leave without getting out of their cars. Not much changes in Okrachokee Beach. Life is uneventful and mostly adequate, just the way the town's people like it That is all about to change when a mysterious island appears just off the coast. WARNING: Do not buy this book if you are easily offended.

Greg Wagner lives in a tree house with his wife Roberta and their dogs Abby and Olivia on the side of Wagner Mountain (more like a really big, really steep hill) in Maysel, West Virginia.

When he isn't plotting to take over the world or in search of spiritual enlightenment, Greg manages to find time to spin yarns of wonder and amazement. In whatever time is left, he enjoys riding his motorcycle, reading, splitting firewood, making music and playing with melted glass.