Friday, September 21, 2012
CHAPTER 18 - SAY UNCLE At 5:30 Saturday morning the lovely Jocelyn Street waited at a commercial hangar at Boeing Field to meet Henry Begay’s flight from Washington, DC. He deplaned from an aircraft with a FedEx logo and grinned appreciatively at the sight of her. “I’ve been looking forward to this... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wiley John's Comment & a bit of behind the scenes
PatB A lot of research had to go into this. For me, it was way too high tech and had too many characters for my feeble and aged mind. I had to do the same thing I do with David Baldachi's books, I have to list everybody on a separate page to understand the story. I also have trouble with 'acronyms... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Spy story -- WhiteEarth's Problem, cont.
Finn kept his expression flat, masking his relief. Not only was his head still attached, he had this assignment! The meeting broke up as day-shift employees left for the day. He needed a smoke. He went outside, lit up and paced back and forth along the sidewalk, searching his mind for an angle. The... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
How about a spy story? Take your mind off election rhetoric.
CHAPTER 20 - WHITEEARTH’S PROBLEM In early May, when she’d been at WhiteEarth for less than five months, IT Technician Joy Herring reported an anomaly to Art Walters, network operations manager. She was updating agent assignments in the human resources file. “Is this normal, Sir? It looks like five... Sign in to see full entry.
See ya next year!
Yesterday was my appointment with Dr. F., the heart guy. It rained all the way to Merryville (the hospital where doc's office is). Wipers flashing all the way, heavy traffic. This visit had already been postponed because I was supposed to see him during the week of my gall bladder thing. So we... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, September 17, 2012
When the muse refuses
I've got a million (give or take) ideas whirling around in the vortex of my mind, but none of them will stick. So today I pulled another page from the family album. Actually, the album was an old project of mine - stories told by the old folks about bygone days, about who they were, what work they... Sign in to see full entry.
A very old page from the family album
About 300 years ago – 1703 – was born Jonathan Edwards [1], in East Windsor, Connecticut (near Hartford). Jonathan was the only male child in a family of eleven children of Rev. Timothy Edwards and Esther Stoddard Edwards. She was the daughter of Rev. Solomon Stoddard of Northampton, Mass., the... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
From the family album:
1946 -- The Electric Chair Jimmy xxx, Buddy xxx and five or six other boys were in a huddle in a corner of the small corral behind Buddy’s dad’s barn. The tribal seven- and eight-year-olds were tired of snot-nosed little Billy Grubb hanging around, ruining all the games. They had to find a way to... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
He said, she said at the country morning market
A Three-Point Dad (makes the outer court shot) I can no longer pretend to be impressed by a man’s luxury automobile or his fancy mortgaged house the exclusive vacation he took last summer or the celebrities he’s met on ski slopes. It doesn’t prove much that he’s overcome ordinary adversity now that... Sign in to see full entry.
Somebody done somebody wrong ...
Back in the day, when my son Guy was in 6th Grade, one of his classmates was a kid who'd been held back. He thought it was unfair, he was ticked off at the teacher and humiliated to be stuck with kids from the class behind him. The youngest of three unruly brothers whose upbringing was mostly left... Sign in to see full entry.