About Freemont

Dear Reader,

Imagine, if you will, a lone figure slowly walking along a rain-soaked beach, tears mixing with raindrops as feelings of worthlessness and failure cloud his thoughts. A grim picture, for sure. Ah, but now imagination takes another leap. Something is moving farther up ahead—too far for our melancholy traveler to make out, but you can see it quite well. Unlikely as it seems, a small green frog, looking more like an escapee from a comic strip, is hopping straight for us.

The story of this man and this frog, destined to become close friends and co-workers, is a most unusual tale—a tale perhaps best told by the lead character himself.

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Hi there. Freemont Frog here. Welcome to my story... sorry, I mean our story. Now I know what you're already thinking. How could a shy, reclusive sort like me ever get involved with a man-creature? I've asked myself the same question many times over, and it's certainly worth answering. But to do so, I need to take you back about twenty years. No, we didn't meet then, but the inspiration for our later meeting happened on that wet and windy day in a little coastal restaurant. Why, in the midst of his despondency, he felt the strong urge to go in for coffee, he wouldn't know until much later, but his stop in the restroom on the way out gave him a wake-up call that changed his life.

As if someone had given him a swift slap on the face, he stood motionless, staring into the eyes of a less-than-kind rendition of nature's most noble creature. Painted on the inside of the toilet seat lid was a ridiculous-looking, fat-headed, goofy-eyed frog!

"Your life doesn't need to be in the toilet," the whimsical character seemed to say. "Don't give up. There's another way."

Ask me, it's shameful for anyone to laugh uproariously at such a disgraceful drawing, but he couldn't contain himself. And it was exactly what he needed to break up the doom and gloom hanging over him. Thus began the long journey toward the day when we would finally meet.

And the rest of the story? Well, let's just say there would be greater storms, but always there would be rainbows!

For my own story, Ask for Temple of the Rainbow at your local or online bookstore or buy now from Amazon.com.