Something to ponder on as you wander on


Some liars are born that way, some are self-made; but the really great ones are elected to Congress…
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Thursday, July 31, 2008

IT'S NEWS TIME......

IT’S ON YAHOO SO YOU KNOW IT’S IMPORTANT…..

1…Katherine Heigl's "Grey's" remarks landed her in hot water, and she’s a 'Lightning rod'….
…..two things that never should be mixed,, water and electricity…if she wants to be in hot water,, I have a hot tub…

2…It's official: Red planet is a wet planet…
Coming soon your favorite flavors of snow cones and sking
Villas soon to be constructed in the Vastitas Borealis plateau region…

3…Why more men are wearing shorts to work…
Damn UPS drivers,, now look what they’ve started…

4…Pentagon makes fighting global extremism its top priority…
I thought it already was,, what the hell have they been doing for the past 5 years…

5…Rare total solar eclipse draws crowds of tourists to Siberia…
Where they were immediately mugged as soon as the eclipse started…

6…Spider found in Calif. becomes tribute to Stephen Colbert…
I found a spider in my backyard I’d like to be a tribute to
HillaryDillary….I miss her already…not…

7…See the creepy ‘Potter’ trailer…
I’d rather have my tongue pulled out thru my butthole…
The whole series smells of Hogfarts…

8…Congress moves to ban in-flight cell phone calls on airplanes…
Thank God,, now at least we’ll have some place safe from
idiots with cell phones stuck in their ears…expect this legislation to pass in about 3 years,, that’s how fast Congress
moves…I think they need some Kaopectate…

9…McCain accuses Obama of playing race card…
Gee,, if it was me I would have played the queen of hearts and then yelled Gin….

10…Man accused of killing, dismembering girlfriend…
Good thing he was only accused of this,, otherwise things
could get messy…in a bloody body parts in the freezer kind of way…

11…Lindsay Lohan fires back at L.A. police chief for 'gay' remark…
I guess she wasn’t very happy about his jovial remark,, but it’s still
unfair for her to unload a 45 at him…even if it is just Hollywood…

12…Obama slams McCain over tax breaks for Big Oil…
It was a right and then a left,, Obama face plants McCain
into the canvas…the ref steps in,, 7,, 8,, 9,, 10…he’s out…

13…Solar eclipse won't spook Olympics…
Thank God,, I was worried all day about that…

14…U.N. approves another year of peacekeeping in Darfur…
Oh,, boy…another year watching the blue helmeted smurfs do nothing…

15…Liquid found on Saturn’s moon,, scientists positively identified the presence of ethane…
This is good,, now all we need is a really long hose to reach the gas station…

16…Car expert offers 3 simple tips to battle high gas prices…
#1…take a bus…#2…walk to work…#3…carpool…

17… Alleged thief stuck under trash bin for 12 hours…
My only question is,, why didn’t they just leave him there?...

18…Elizabeth Taylor visits hospital, to return home…
Didn’t she die 5 years ago?...don’t care…

19…Shareholder wrath
Frustrated Yahoo! shareholders are expected to lambaste management at the company's annual meeting…
Lets hope some of this ends up on You-Tube,, nothing better
than to watch CEOs get Bar-B-Qed…

Thursday, July 24, 2008

THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT..........

THIS BLOG IS
TEMPORARILY CLOSED

AFTER 1 YEAR OF POSTING WONDERFUL STORIES,,
I’VE DECIDED TO SPEND MORE TIME TRYING TO READ
THE INSIDE LABEL OF TEQUILA BOTTLES AND TAKING
NAPS…I LOVE NAPS…SO NOW’S THE TIME TO BREAK OUT
THE PARTY FAVORS AND TAKE THE ADVICE OF THAT
IMMORTAL BARD,, M. JAGGER…
“IF YOU CAN’T LOVE THE ONE YOU WANT,,
LOVE THE ONE YOUR WITH”…

I SUPPOSE THIS INCLUDES CATS AND DOGS…
BUT DON’T GET TOO COMFY IN YOUR BLUE SUEDE
SHOES CUZ I (WILL) (MAY) BE BACK……

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

THE LADY EVA..............


THIS IS A LONG STORY,, AND KNOWING THAT
ALMOST EVERYONE IN BLOGLAND HAS THE
ATTENTION SPAN OF A CHICKEN IN HEAT,,
I’VE CUT INTO ITTY BITTY SNACK SIZE PARTS
JUST SO YOUR EYEBALLS WOULDN’T GET TIRED…
--YOUTUBE VIDEOS ARE AROUND THE CORNER,,
FOR FUNNY CAT PICS GO TO LOLCATS….
FOR STORIES ABOUT ADULT WOO-WOO TOYS
GO TO…AHHH,, NEVER MIND I’M SURE YOU’VE LEFT ALREADY…….
……PPPPLLLLLTTTHHH…........


THE LADY EVA………………

The merchant ship Lady Eva drifted silently atop the
rolling Western Pacific waves…Gently tossing up and down as each ocean crest hit its massive hulk…Alone in the vast emptiness of the ocean,, left behind to find its own way,, by
the American convoy…It was the fate of all ships that couldn’t keep up or were disabled…Better to lose one ship,, then to risk many more to the silent Japanese hunters of the deep…The sun was just beginning to set on the Western horizon,, soon the darkness would give it better protection from being spotted by an enemy submarine…Only a couple of more hours of helplessly drifting as the repairs to the engine were being completed…

“Hows long it been?”…asked Thomas…
“5 hours”…replied Miller as they both leaned against the
ships railing…
“I do not like it,, da seas too calm…always da bad sign”…
“That’s just crazy seaman talk,, your always seeing bad signs”…
“It be a bad sign I tell ya,, and look at da sky,, she’s boiling red”…
“Ahh,, your daft…it will be dark soon and in another hour or
so we’ll be moving again”…
“I do not like it,, dere’s something in the air”…
“Ahhh….
“What are you men doing?”…interrupted First Officer Vandel…
“Nothing sir…just getting some fresh air is all”…
“Well put out those butts,, it will be dark soon…and get back to your posts”…
“Yes sir”…both men replied as they hurried away and disappeared down the port stairwell…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART ONE-----


Vandel was First Officer under Captain Harrington,, a former marine,, he had lost an arm during the Omaha landing the year before…His father had to pull some strings to get him this assignment…It was only his second crossing as First Officer…
A stern disciplined young man,, much too sullen for his age…The war had done him no good and now his life was just the duties of First Officer…

Captain Harrington was in the bridge going over maps and charts,, using the compass and ruler,, discerning how far they had drifted since the engines had quit…

“Captain sir”…said Vandel
“Yes what is it?”…
“I’ve just caught Miller and Thomas,, loafing off again on the mid-deck sir”…
Captain Harrington gave a quick glance towards Vandel and resumed his calculations…

“Snyder,, why don’t you go down to the gallery and get me
some hot coffee and see if you can stir up some stew too while your down there”…

“Yes sir”… Snyder replied as he hurried thru the door and down to the galley…

“Vandel,, don’t be too hard on the men…They know what they have to do…Many of them have been with me since before the war began…They’re good men…so just relax a little and you’ll find that your job will be a lot easier”…

“Captain sir”,, discipline must be maintained or the men will
become lazy”…

“That’s true,, but this isn’t a navy ship…Things are a little more relaxed here…When the shit hits the fan,, you’ll see that we have one of the best crews anywhere…Besides right now,, we’re drifting at sea,, in enemy territory…and there isn’t a whole lot to do until we get going again…So my recommendation to you is to ease up,, get to know your men
and trust them,, just as I trust you”…

“Sir,, there’s always something to do on a cargo ship”…

“Just think about what I’ve said”…

The cabin door opened and Snyder returned with coffee and
some sandwiches on a wooden tray…

“Sorry sir,, there wasn’t any stew,, so I made some sandwiches…Got you some coffee too Mr. Vandel,, no sugar right?”...

“Thank you Snyder,, sandwiches will be fine”…said the Captain…

“Come with me Vandel,, lets take a look at how the repair work is going”…

Captain Harrington grabbed his coffee and one of the sandwiches then headed out into the fresh sea air…
Mr. Vandel set his coffee down and retrieved one of the sandwiches putting it in his pocket and grabbed his coffee mug again then followed Captain Harrington thru the door… Captain Harrington stood near the railing only a dozen feet or so from the wheelhouse…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART TWO-----


“You know Mr.Vandel,, I’ve been a Captain for 15 years,, mostly on this ship…I’ve seen a lot of men come and go thru the years,, a lot of First Officers too,, and I’ve found that if you treat a man right,, he’ll do much more than you’d expect and will show you some respect…Everyman is different,, some are as different as night and day…but they all want to be treated fairly…If you don’t treat each man the same your asking for trouble…That’s something your going to have to learn”…

“No disrespect sir,, but I am the First Officer,, I know my job,, and the men mustn’t become lazy and forgetful”…

Captain Harrington finished his sandwich and glazed out at the open ocean…

“Its not about whether you know your job or not,, I know you do…Its about how you treat the men…I’ve hear the rumors and the grumbling about how your always looking for something to be wrong,, something not done just right”..
“Working on this rusting barge,, isn’t a very glamorous job…
Most of the men on this ship would rather be in the Navy or
Army fighting the Axis,, but for one reason or another they
ended up here…They would rather be anywhere but-----

“Torpedoes”,, Torpedoes”…yelled the watchman on the quarter deck…

“Sound the alarm”…screamed Captain Harrington…

The alarm sounded only for a few moments before the first
torpedo exploded near the bow,, raising the bow a few feet
with its explosion,, the second torpedo exploded a few seconds later near the midsection,, just barely missing the engine room and the diesel storage…The ship listed to the starboard side as explosions racked the ship…Two massive
holes were letting in the ocean water causing secondary smaller explosions and rumblings within the ship…Below decks the men scrambled towards the stairways amid the ever increasing black smoke and rising water…Every man ran towards the gangways,, stopping only to yell out a friends name or to help someone nearby,, very few had any chance to grab a life vest…On the mid-deck First Officer Vandel was thrown overboard from the concussion and tossed into the black waters…
“Lower the lifeboats”…screamed Captain Harrington as he tried to direct the men…
“Abandon ship,,, lower the boats”….get them into the water”…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART THREE-----


The Lady Eva with its kneel cracked listed more and more to starboard… Captain Harrington made his way up the railing and into the bridge and then into the radio room…

“Welden,, did you get a message out?”…

“I think so sir”…

“Very good,, now get out of here”…

“Snyder get out of here”…

The three men joined the others trying to lower the life boats…

“Never mine the winches…cut the ropes”…commanded
Captain Harrington …

The fires below reached the diesel fuel storage compartment and the ship exploded along its midsection,, nearly breaking the ship in half…The few remaining men on deck were tossed into the air and landed in the fire swept ocean…

“Over here”…yelled Miller who was aboard one of the small
lifeboats…

“Pull them in Peterson”…said Miller as he grabbed the hand of a terrified crewman…

“Look there’s another….it’s the Captain”…

“Pull him in quick”…

(cough)…”Thanks men…keep looking”…Captain Harrington said as Miller wrapped him in a blanket…”Never mind about me,, save as many as you can”…

“There’s one”…

First Officer Vandel clung to a packing crate,, barely able to keep his head above water…

“I’ve got him”…

“Do you see anymore?”…

“No,, I can see the other lifeboats”…

The Lady Eva made a metal to metal groaning sound and snapped in two…The stern section quickly descended below the oceans’ waves leaving behind the bow section with its prow pointed skyward,, bobbing in the ocean…A black cylindrical shape rose from the depths and the hatches of the Japanese submarine opened…Japanese sailors gathered on the deck then began firing their rifles at the men still in the water…Laughing at their enemy as they shot at anything that resembled a man…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART FOUR-----


“God damn monkey faced bastards,, I’ll kill em”…said Miller…

“Keep quiet,, everybody down”…said Captain Harrington…

Captain Harringtons’ lifeboat slowly drifted away from the wreckage and into the darkness…A final explosion ripped thru the night as the Lady Eva finally sunk below the waves…The submarines’ alarm sounded and then it too,, disappeared below the waves…

“What kind of animals would shoot helpless shipwrecked men?”…asked Miller to no one,, his hatred for the Japanese
at a boiling point…

Captain Harrington looked at the few men that had been saved,, then sat at the stern,, guiding the rudder of the tiny boat…

“Get some rest men…its going to be a long night”…

Only five men,, in a lifeboat that could hold 25…
Five men cast into the blackness with only starlight to guide them and a Captain to lead them to safety…

“Captain sir”,, its Scot,, his arm is badly burnt”…

“Let me have a look”…

Scot laid semi-conscious on the floor of the tiny craft with his head in the lap of First Officer Vandel,, Captain Harrington cut away the remains of Scot’s shirt on his left arm…Blood and skin tore loose as he tried to removed the burnt clothing…

“Give me the med kit”…

Captain Harrington sprinkled sulfa powder over the burnt area and wrapped his arm with bandages…

“Here give him a shot of morphine…Mr. Vandel look after him and see that he’s made comfortable…Try to keep the salt water from soaking the bandages”…
“Everyone try to get some rest,, we’ll know more about
our situation in the morning”…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART FIVE-----


Captain Harrington returned to his seat at the rear of the boat,, steering the craft as best he could into the blackness…
For 4 days the tiny craft floated among the oceans swells of only 2 -3 feet high,, sometimes calmer…The relentless tropical sun bearing down on the men,, sapping their strength from their body’s even as they slept…What little water the Captain gave the men would quickly form beads of sweat that dripped down their faces,, giving them no relief,, just an angry thirst for more and more water… Captain Harrington had decided on the first day only to give each man the minimum amount of water they would need just to survive,, only 2 liters per man…There was plenty of water and canned rations,, the lifeboat had been stocked with enough provisions for 25 souls,, and there was only 5 of them… Captain Harrington had figured that if he carefully watched the provisions they would have enough to survive on for about 35 days…He knew from his years aboard ship that they could be adrift for much longer…A small dot in the vastness of the Pacific…Each day he would scan the horizons thru his binoculars for any sign of land or a passing convoy… Scot seemed to get no better,, he would groan thru the night,, some days he would be fully aware of where he was… Occasionally small groups of flying fish would jump into the boat,, a heaven sent treat for the men when they came…Once or twice sharks could be seen circling the lifeboat,, their black unblinking eyes staring up at the strange craft…At night they would sometimes bump into the bottom of the boat,, feeding on the small fish that hid there…

“I’ve been watching the Captain”…whispered Miller to Peterson…

“So?”…

“I don’t think hes had any sleep”…

“Of course he has,, no one can go without sleep this long”…

“All he does is sit there holding onto that rudder”…

“So what?,, leave me alone”…

“Land sir,, land”…yelled First Officer Vandel,, as he pointed
to the Southern horizon….

Captain Harrington stood up in the boat and looked thru his binoculars in the direction that Mr.Vandel indicated…

“It’s an island alright”…

“Man the oars”… Mr.Vandel take the rudder”…

“I can row,, Captain”…

“Good,, you and Peterson take the oars,, Miller and I will
relieve you”…

For about 1 ½ hours the men switched back and forth
manning the oars,, struggling against the oceans waves…
Captain Harrington once again stood up and looked towards the island…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART SIX-----


“Its no use men…we’re no closer than when we started…
we’re caught in the current”…

All four men were exhausted from the attempt,, Captain Harrington gave the men two extra rations of water and survival biscuits…

“Here,, see if Scot will take his”…

“Why are you giving him some?,, he didn’t do any rowing”…complained Peterson …

“Everyman on my boat gets the same,, whether he can work or not”…

“Take it,, and give it to him”….

Captain Harrington quietly took only half the rations he had given the men,, he had secretly been taking only half of his rations,, since the torpedoing of the Lady Eva…

“Put your shirt back on Miller,, and find something to cover your head”…ordered Captain Harrington …

“Its hot sir”…I’m suffocating”…

“Put your shirt on sailor!”…barked Mr.Vandel …
“This sun will fry your brain and you’ll go mad”…

The day passed slowly,, the excitement of seeing land
quickly wore off…The men laid in the bottom of the boat,,
trying to get some sleep...only Captain Harrington remained awake guiding the rudder towards an unknown point on the horizon…The waves were becomes much higher now and the
sea spray would douse the men,, coating their skin with a
thin layer of salt as it dried… Mr.Vandel kept Scot’s arm covered at all times,, partially wrapping it in some of the discarded waterproof ration containers…But it did little good,, the sea water soaked the bandages,, making Scot’s burnt arm more and more swollen…Night finally came and with it a merciful relief from the sun…The night time air was cool and refreshing at first,, but thru the night it became colder and colder…Lighting flashes could be seen on the Northern horizon…The oceans waves became greater and greater,, tossing the small craft up and down against the swells,, Captain Harrington could no longer steer the small craft and let the rudder go…The boat would be left to the mercy of the ocean as the storm passed near by…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART SEVEN-----


“Secure the gear,, and hang on men…we’re in for a blow”
yelled Captain Harrington …

The swells reached heights of 18 ft or more,, crashing into the small craft,, it always seemed that the ocean would flip the boat and everyone would be cast into the black torrent…
Men bailed the water out as best they could with their hands and whatever else they could find…The boat soon became half full of water,, but it would not sink…The added weight began to act as ballast and helped to steady the craft…The storm lasted thru most of the night,, a steady driving cold rain
soaking everything,, thunder crashed among the clouds with lightning flashing as if the world was about to end…The main storm passed to the North and the small craft was lucky to only have crossed thru its outer edge…

Exhausted men slept until the morning sun had reached overhead,, even Captain Harrington was curled up near the stern seat…A crashing and loud banging awoke the men as they began to stir in the flooded boat…Something was wrong,, these were not the sounds that they had become used to,, not the sounds of waves against the hull…
Captain Harrington stood up and looked all around the craft…The lifeboat was wedged onto a small corral reef,, to the West was a small lagoon and an island…The storm had blown the small craft miles from where they had been and deposited them near a chain of small islands…

“Get up men”… said Captain Harrington …”Bail this water out,, so we can make it over the reef”…

Captain Harrington scanned the island with its palm trees and jungle growth looking for any movement…It only took the men about 20 minutes to bail out most of the sea water…As
a new wave struck the boat it was lifted over the coral reef and floated into the lagoon…

“Man the oars men,, but be quite about it”…

Captain Harrington guided the lifeboat towards a small broken portion of beach where the ocean water had eroded the sand and had nearly reached the jungle foliage…

“Everybody out…pull men”…

The men pulled the lifeboat as far as they could,, then carefully carried Scot into the bushes…

“Gather some palm leaves and bushes to cover the boat”…
ordered Mr.Vandel …

The men did as they were told and soon the boat resembled nothing more than a jumbled pile of branches that had been
left there by a passing storm…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART EIGHT-----


“Mr.Vandel,, have the men smooth out the sand to remove any sign that we have been here”…”Then search for a place we can hide,, this island may be occupied by the Japanese”…

“Yes sir…you heard the Captain,, get busy”…

“How’s Scot?”…

“Still hanging on,, sir”…

“Lets have a look at that arm”…

Captain Harrington carefully removed the bandages from
Scot’s arm and examined the burns…

“Smells bad”…he said…”Gather some coconuts”…

“Here you are sir”…

“Good,, now break them open and grind up the pulp,, then
spread it over the burnt areas,, carefully…then wrap his arm again with some fresh bandages”…

“We’re almost out of bandages sir”…

“Use what you have to”…I’m going to have a look around”…
“Miller come with me”…

Captain Harrington and Miller made they’re way down to the jungles edge…

“Miller,, I want you to head in that direction and see if you can find anything…I’ll head this way”…”Be careful of where you are,, walk only near the waters edge,, remember this island could have Japanese on it…and make sure you cover up any footprints,, I’ll meet you back here”…”Now get going and be careful”…

“Yes sir”…said Miller as he headed off down the beach…
Captain Harrington went down to the surf line,, walking in the water as much as he could,, always looking and listening for any signs of the Japanese,, ready at any moment to drop into the water if he should see any…About an hour later Captain Harrington returned to where Mr.Vandel and the men where hiding…

“Where’s Miller?”…

“He hasn’t returned yet,, sir”…

About 20 minutes later Miller returned…

“Did you see anything?”…the Captain asked…

“Japanese sir,, about 50 of them on the other side of the
island…they have a gunboat too”…

“We’ll have to be careful with moving around and have to post a lookout”…explained the Captain…”There’re sure to
send out patrols”…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART NINE-----


The sun had just risen a few points above the horizon as Captain Harrington stood alone near the jungles edge,, looking thru his binoculars at the nearby island to the South…

移動しないで,, 手を上げろ… the Japanese solider commanded as he pointed his rifle at Captain Harrington…

“Agggh!!”…the solider groaned as Miller’s knife slowly
twisted in his back,, Miller withdrew his knife and plunged it in again as the soldier folded over and slumped to the ground…Miller grabbed the dead Japanese’s rifle and bayoneted him again and again…

“Stop it”…said Captain Harrington …”Stop it!!”…

Miller continued his bayoneting of the lifeless body…

“Stop it!!”…Captain Harrington said again,, then he grabbed the rifle,, stopping Miller from stabbing the man anymore… Both men stood motionless looking into each others eyes…Hatred for the Japanese was all that could be seen on Miller’s face…

“He’s dead”…

“Ain’t dead enough for me”…”The only good Jap is a dead Jap”…slurred Miller as he let go of the rifle and wandered back into the jungle…

“Got a real thing against the Japanese don’t he?”…said
Mr.Vandel as he walked up to Captain Harrington…

“His younger brother was killed at Pearl…After that he tried to join the Marines,, but his lungs were bad,, so now he’s with me…A good man,, but he has a mean streak when it comes to the Japanese”…

“We’re going to have to leave you know”…

“Yep”…we should be able to cross over to that island during the night”… Captain Harrington said without any emotion…

“Uhh sir”…I wanted to talk to you about Scot”…

“How is he?”…

“No change sir”…”Sir,, I was wondering if maybe we shouldn’t leave him here”…”The Japanese have doctors and
can take care of him better than we can”…

“No!!...”I’ve heard how the Japanese take care of their prisoners,, they’d just cut his throat and be done with him”…
“He stays with us,, until”…”until we’re rescued”…”Lets have no more talk of leaving anybody behind”…

“Yes sir”…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART TEN-----


First Officer Vandel returned into the jungle to tend to Scot …
Down the beach Peterson come running excitedly from where he had been searching among the rocks for crabs,, waving his arms and running as fast as he could…

“Sir,, sir”… Peterson breathlessly shouted…”Ships sir”…pointing to the North…

“It’s a convoy”… Captain Harrington said as he looked thru his binoculars…”Looks like a couple of Battleships with some Cruisers”…

“Are they ours?”…

“Can’t tell yet…too far away…get the men together and have them stay put”…

“Yes sir”…Peterson said as he made his way towards their hiding place…

The steel gray giants of the American Pacific fleet cruised around the tiny island in an ever tightening circle,, finally stopping to the North of the island at about 5 miles distance…
Just before dawn the great guns on the Battleships and Cruisers opened fire on the island…The ground shook as each shell landed,, palm trees exploded and fire balls of destruction landed everywhere on the island…The men of the Lady Eva huddled together in their tiny dugout space,, hoping that their luck would hold out for just a little longer…The bombardment lasted about an hour,, the tiny island was almost without a single palm tree standing…Grey-black smoke filtered thru the remains of the jungle…
An eerie quite was everywhere,, only the crackling of burning Palms broke thru the stillness…The drone of diesel engines soon filled the air,, as landing craft made for the beaches…
Young Marines jumped out of them as soon as the ramps came down…Firing their machine guns into the remains of the jungle…Mortar shells and rifle fire from the remaining
Japanese garrison stuck down the Marines as they rushed up the beach…Ever forward the Marines pushed into the jungle,,
firing at anything that moved,, grenades and flamethrowers
flushing out the hidden Japanese…
Captain Harrington and his men listened as the sounds of battle grew nearer and nearer to them…each man barely breathing,, trying not to make any sound that may give them away…
Captain Harrington peered between the Palm leaves,, and then slowly dug his way out…He stood with his hands raised…

“Don’t shoot,, don’t shoot”…”We’re Americans”…he shouted to the two nearby Marines that he had seen…

-------STOP HERE,, COME BACK TOMORROW------
-------END OF PART ELEVEN-----


“Well I’ll be”…where’d you come from?”…asked the young
Private….
“Hey Sergeant”…”Looky here what I found”…

First Officer Vandel and Captain Harrington sat on the cargo hold hatch of the hospital ship USS Refuge,, each wrapped in a blanket…Captain Harrington staring down into his empty coffee cup…

“You know,, no one could have done better than you did Captain”…”You got us all to safety”…

Captain Harrington gave no indication that he had heard Mr.Vandel,, he kept his head down,, just slowly turning the coffee cup in his hands…

“You did it”…

”I think I’ll go down and see how Scot is doing”…Captain Harrington said as he stood up…
“40 men,, 40 men”…Captain Harrington said silently as he
disappeared down the gangway…………..

-------STOP HERE------
-------THE END------

Monday, July 21, 2008

SO LONG AGO...................

.
I am an old man now,, just resting here by the fire…
It was a long time ago,, but it still haunts me to this day…
A single act,, done in a fit of anger…it changed me forever…

In my younger days I lived in Seattle,, I was an aspiring painter
then…holding on to a full time job and trying to learn my chosen
craft…I would take painting classes and buy supplies when I could…
My small apartment always smelled of fresh paint and turpentine…
as long as nobody complained about the odors,, the landlord
wouldn’t bother me…I would occasionally get to do a portrait
of a friend,, and I even sold a couple of my landscapes to a gallery
downtown…it wasn’t much compared to the money I make today,,
but it was enough to keep me going and it encouraged me to
keep struggling…

I had been living in Seattle for only about three years,,
toiling away at my job and painting in the evening,, when I met
someone who would forever cast me in a different direction…
Seems kind of funny to me,, I always seem to meet people that
would be good friends just by accident…
Maybe fate steps in and lends a hand…I met Mike as I was
getting out of the elevator,, I was headed over to one of the nearby
cafes that cater to the noon business crowd…He was on one knee
tying his shoelace when I stepped out of the elevator,, not looking
where I was going,, and I fell over him…It make quite the commotion,,
with two others following me to the ground…I didn’t know it then
but he was the one who would change me forever,,
and I certainly did change his life,, and not for the better…
We untangled ourselves and said the usual apologies,, then we
each went on our way…

I met him again the next day,, in the office where I worked…
He had just been hired as an account rep,, in the same department
as I worked…It was only his second real world job…we hit it off
almost immediately…Strange isn’t it?...Sometimes you meet
someone and things just fall into place…He would come over to
the station where I worked and ask me questions about the
software programs we were using…How to enter data and
which forms to fill out…We would occasionally meet at the local bar
and toss back a couple of beers while playing pool...The two of us
watching the crowd hoping to see a woman and try to catch her eye…
Sometimes one of us would get lucky and spend the next hour or
so chatting away with our new find…The other would always
wander off and we’d meet the next day to talk about what happened…
He was becoming a good friend,, something that has always
been a rarity in my life…
Then things slowly changed,, we no longer went drinking as much
as we used to…I think he had met a young woman,, and was much
more interested in being with her than with me…It didn’t really
bother me,, we were both young and looking for companionship…
I’ve never really minded people coming and going in my life…
I just figured it was the way of things…kind of like ripples in a pond,,
at first the waves are all close together and then over time they
spread apart…

It was perhaps 8 months after Mike started that another person
come into my life…Her name was Cecilia,, a beautiful young woman
with a radiant smile and flowing black hair…she was beautiful to
me anyway…No,, she really was beautiful…
I met her by chance too,, we were both trying to get in the same
taxi after work…I let her take it,, but only after she agreed to
have lunch with me the next day…A bright cheerful woman,,
she could hold her own in a conversation about sports or the
national news,, and unlike most of the woman I had dated,,
she wasn’t too stuck on her good looks…She would sometimes
even go without make-up,, she had a natural glow about her…
I was very pleased with myself that we were getting along so well…
perhaps we could have something that would last…

It was only about 3 weeks after we had met that my life
changed forever…It was a Friday night and we had gone to
dinner and a movie,, I don’t remember the name… Afterwards
we stopped at my favorite bar for a couple of drinks and to relax…
The place was crowded as it always was on a Friday night,,
but we managed to grab a booth by the wall just as another
couple were leaving… Cecilia and I chatted for awhile,,
talking about the movie and about friends at work that we both
knew,, and making plans for the weekend…
As I looked around thru the crowd I saw Mike standing at the bar,,
he was standing alone even tho it was crowded,, nursing a beer,,
I think it was…I waved to him to come on over,, but he just
turned his back and ordered another round…I had no idea what
I could have done to make him act that way,, maybe he was just
having a bad day,, as we all have sometimes…Cecilia and I
continued talking and laughing,, having a good time enjoying
each others company…It was about a ½ hour later that I had
to excuse myself and head to the men’s room…

I found myself alone in the men’s room,, as I was standing there
washing my hands at the sink,, glazing into the mirror and thinking
about what a wonderful night I was having,, Mike burst thought
the door,, and just stood there with a half empty glass of beer in
his hand…I said hello,, how have you been,, but he said nothing…
As he walked closer to me,, I could tell that he had had too much
to drink…He then starting yelling at me and demanding that I tell
him what I was doing with his girlfriend,, Cecilia…As he got closer
he suddenly threw the glass of beer at me,, shattering part of
the mirror…What are you doing with my girlfriend he kept yelling,,
I didn’t know anything about his seeing Cecilia,, she had never
mentioned Mike to me…Why should she have?…
Mike and I started to fight with his grabbing hold of me and trying
to force me to the floor,, I finally broke free of him and pushed him
away…As he was stumbling backwards,, I stuck out my foot,,
just a reflex action I suppose,, and tripped him…As he fell,,
he half turned and his head struck the edge of the sink counter,,
I could hear the snap as it broke his neck…He tumbled to the floor,,
and laid there motionless…

I was horrified and stunned at what just happened,, all I could do
was stare at him as the blood started to spread on the floor...
Loud laughter coming from the bar finally jerked me out of my
frozen stance,, I was panicked that someone would walk in at
any moment…I bent down and grabbed Mike’s lifeless body
and dragged him into one of the stalls,, then I propped him up on
the seat…I quickly mopped up the blood with some paper
towels and flushed them down the toilet…As I was preparing to
leave I realized that I needed to take Mike’s wallet so it would
look like a robbery or a mugging…After taking his wallet,,
I just stood there looking at my friend,, then turned and washed
my face at the sink…Gazing into the mirror,, I didn’t recognize
myself,, I didn’t know who was in the mirror…

I made my way back to Cecilia,, going through the faceless crowd,,
trying not to make eye contact with anybody,, hoping that no one
saw me leave the men’s room,, hoping that I wouldn’t meet any
one I knew…My heart was pounding in my ears as I rejoined Cecilia …
She asked me what was the matter,, and mentioned that I was
looking very pale…As I sat there I could only tell her that I was
having indigestion,, and that maybe it was something I ate…
As I signaled the waitress to bring me our check,, I kept watching
the men’s room door,, waiting for someone to rush out yelling
about Mike…But nobody did…
The next day all I could do was sit in my darkened apartment,,
every noise in the hallway made me jump,, always expecting a
knock on the door…For the police to arrive…But they never came…
I managed only to go out and get a newspaper,, to see if Mike’s
body had been found…
His story was on one of the back pages,, the paper said that his
body had been found by one of the bartenders as they were locking
up for the night,, nobody could remember seeing anything out of
the ordinary that night,, and it was thought to be a mugging…
Still the police had a body and needed to find the mugger,,
I knew they would come around,, asking all his friends if they
knew anything…
And they did,, we talked in one of the office conference rooms for
about 30 minutes or so,, then they let me go,, and I never heard
from them again…

It was about two weeks later that I left Seattle,, I just couldn’t
stay in the town where I had murder my best friend…I would
always see him out of the corner of my eye,, or reflected in
some office window as I was walking down the street…
When Cecilia would call,, I would always put her off,, making up
one excuse after another,, saying I had to meet with a client for
a painting or a gallery owner…I never said goodbye to her…
I just wasn’t there one day…I often wonder about what could
have been,, I think of her always,, and I wonder did she have a
good life?,, did she find happiness?...
I hope so…
The events in that bars men’s room changed me forever,,
I know it did… I never married or got close to anyone again,,
I just couldn’t...The shadow of Mike is always with me…

Sunday, July 20, 2008

A PHOTO..............

I stold this from AMYOOPS,, don't worry I'll put it back later......

Friday, July 18, 2008

THE MOORS....................

THE MOORS……………………………..
The herder did walk along the Scottish moors that day,,
While tending his flock he found it,, apon the ground it did lay,,
A great sparkling blue rock,, that was not there the other day,,
It lay just there apon the ground,, it did seem to confound,,
Now nothing else could be found about around this blue rock,,
So the herder did gather up his flock,, and then headed into town,,

He did inform the town council of what he had found,,
His story did astound,, this telling of the rock apon the ground,,
Then the townsfolk did gather up,, and went to see want he had found,,
They went to the moors to view this rock he found,, apon the ground,,
So they decided to dig it up,, this great blue rock the herder had found,,
Dig all around it they did,, with picks and shovels they went all around,,

Deeper and deeper they did go into the ground,,
The great blue rock did seem to astound,,
For it did go deeper and deeper into the ground,,
They kept on digging deeper and deeper all around,,
Around and around they did go into the ground,,
For many days and weeks they did go round and round,,
Deeper and deeper into the moorish ground,,
This great blue rock did keep going down and down,,
It did seem that there was no bottom to be found,,

Deeper and deeper and around and around,,
They kept going and going into that ground,,
Around and around for no bottom could be found,,
To this great sparkling blue rock,, that was in the moorish ground,,
Many months and years went by as they went round and round,,
Then apon the month of June,, the bottom it was found,,

Now the townsfolk were very much surprised,,
When they looked about with their very own eyes,,
For all about them that they could see,, were Chinese,,
They had not found the bottom of that great blue rock,,
But rather they had found its very very top,, tee hee…………………

Thursday, July 17, 2008

I DOODLED THIS............

Some people think I'm old and gray and wrapped in a curtain,,
but I can still Doodle....

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

DEFINITIONS.................

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Procras’di’dition: waiting for things to magically happen…

Sit on it: a term use by old men at strip clubs asking for a lap
dance…(among other things,, this blog is rated PG so I can’t go
into further detail)…

Su’icide bom’ber: a person eating a can of beans in a mobile home…

Mo’bile home: misnomer; its not mobile and its not a home…

French intell’igence: no such thing…

Hillary’dillary’ite: moron; should vanish from the English
vocabulary around the middle of November…

Sounds the same to me: slang term meaning; “get the Fk out of
here I don’t care”…

Fib’roid: a lying robot…

Grub’stake: a small piece of wood pounded into the ground with
an attached string and a worm attached to the string…

Hair’br’eadth: this is what you get when you find the cooks hair
in your spaghetti…

Hail’stone: holy relic found in Presbyterian churches…

Guess’work: US government budget figures; a drinking mans
game at strip joints concerning womens breast sizes…

Pow’der’puff: what happens when you run over a bunny rabbit
with a lawn mower…

Gyp’sum: price of a new car; bill from the repair man at your
house…

In’ex’plic’able: a term to define why the guy in the next cubbie
even has a job at the place where you work…

Stair’well: misnomer; it is neither a stair nor does it have water
in it…

Cur’mu’dgeon: a really really really really great person who
writes long stories; (see gt281)…

Stag’nant: a bachelors party with no strippers…

Stag’ger’ing: a bachelors party with strippers…

Star’dom: Britney Spears…

Con’cave: a place where escaped prison inmates hide…

Squirrel bait: see Hillarydillaryite…

Wo’man: person responsible for every evil person on the planet,,
cuz only they can give birth; see also money pit…

Man: greatest thing invented,, especially if over fifty with grey hair…

Fry’in pan: metal object used by women on this author who have
read the definition of woman…

Thor: mainly used by people with a cold; “I have a thor throat”…

Cott’on pick’in: person hired by the elderly to remove fluffy white
stuff from aspirin bottles…(not to be confused with nose pickin)

Pan’cake: this is what you become after falling 50 floors onto
the concrete sidewalk below…

Phar’ma’cy: what little kids say while going thru Nebraska…

Matter: see “your vote”…

Your vote: it don’t…

Great Caesars ghost: what Perry White says when Superman
catches him giving Lois Lane a ‘raise’…

Balls of fire: what happens when you mix beer and black beans…

Scar’let fever: what Rhett Butler had in “Gone With the Wind”…

Miss’ion im’poss’ible III: my getting a raise this year; see also
mission impossible I,, and mission impossible II…

Dark side of the moon: a black mans butt…

Once in a blue moon:
how often an employee gets praise from
the corner office…

Demon’strate:
congress…

De’luge: what Norwegians’ call a snow sled…

De’mote: what people from Jursey say when looking for the TV
control; “where’s demote”…

Monday, July 14, 2008

IT'S A JUNGLE...............

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“Hello sports fans,, this is Dan Hack reporting to you live from one of the remotest regions of the world…I’m here today with Dr. Elmo Van Hectareflabagger,, the world renown hunter,, anthorpodpeeologist,, surfboard wax tester,, bowling ball expert,, and master noodle knot maker”…

“Ahh,, here he comes now”...”Dr. Elmo,, can you take a moment and talk to us about your latest adventure?”…

“Certainly Stan”…

“Uhh,, that’s Dan”…

“Right you are,, if you say so…And please keep your voice down,, you never know if one of the buggers is listening”…

“Ahhh,, just what is it that your looking for today?”...

“We’re here in the wild bush to capture a Helix aspersa,, a fierce carnivorous creature that has been plaguing the
local population”…

“Well it looks as if you certainly have come prepared for
a long hunt”…

“Catching a Helix aspersa is no easy task,, one must be prepared for any eventuality when combing thru the
unexplored vegetation”…

“I guess that explains the 14 native bearers and the armored
Hum-vee”…

“I’m not going to take any chances with this foul creature”…

“Do you really think a Gatling gun is needed?”...

“Ahhh,, don’t worry about that its not even loaded,,
I just use it to scare away poachers…Mataloometoo,,
show him its not loaded”….

(Ratta tat tat Ratta tat tat)

“My mistake I guess it was”…

“You just shot my soundman,, you idiot”…

“No I didn’t,, besides its just a flesh wound”…

“A flesh wound?...his heads missing”…

“Well,, I’m sure it must be around here somewhere”…

“So what!!... its not like you can just sew it back on”…

“Of course you can…I told you that hunting the
Helix aspersa was dangerous…I’m sure a little scratch like that is covered by insurance”…

“You’re a complete moron,, just who would finance you anyway?...and what is a Helix aspersa?”...

“This whole expedition has been arranged and financed by
Chef Peirre la Scampeatireo…a Helix aspersa is a dangerous creature with a single deformed foot and is encased in a shell
harder than a goose egg,, and it has two black beady eyes that can hypnotize a full grown elephant”…

“There are no elephants around here…how do you find a Helix aspersa?”...

“Well,, there used to be elephants around here but the Helix aspersa must have eaten them all”…

“There hasn’t been an elephant around here since the ice age”…

“Its like I told you the Helix aspersa is a dangerous creature”…
“You can only track them by the viscous trail that they leave...Get down here,, and I’ll show you one”…

“You want me to crawl around on the ground?”...
“I thought you said these things were huge,, vicious killers”…

“That’s right,, it’s the only way to get close to them”…

“Alright now what?”...

“Careful,, don’t move…move your hand slowly”…

“What?”...

“You almost put your hand on one”…

“You mean this?...a snail”…

“No!!!...get it away from me…agggh it touched me….aggghh”…

“Come on Hector,, lets get out of here”…

“But Mr. Hack what about Raul?”...

“Leave him,, oh look there’s a Mc Donalds across the street,,
we can call the police from there”…

“This has been Dan Hack reporting to you live from the
vacant lot at 5th and Walbash”…………

Sunday, July 13, 2008


OOUCH........

For some strange reason I feel like someone just
slapped me across the face.......

Oh well,, I better have some fried chicken with
mashed potatoes and gravy,, then afterwards I'll have some
cake and ice cream,, that always makes me feel better.......

Thursday, July 10, 2008

THE HUNTERS..............

THE HUNTERS……………..

“When did you say this guy was supposed to pick us up?”…

“Uhh,, lets see…about 35 minutes ago”…

“Your guides kind of late”…

“He’s not my guide,, Bob Fisher recommended him to me,,
said he was a great guide and knew this area as if he owned it…
helped him and some of his company clients get a couple
of 7 point Elk last year”…”you remember Bob don’t you?”…

“Yeah,, well…I just don’t like to be standing here waiting that’s all…
I expect people to show up when they say they will”...”Bob Fisher?...
yeah I remember him,, a talkative little weasel if you ask me”…

“Well,, from what I hear he’s doing pretty well with his
chain of carwashes”…

“Maybe,, I won’t know…he’s not someone I’d do business with”…
”come on where is this guy?”…

“Take it easy,, we’re of vacation remember?”…”want one?”…
Jim Trainer asked,, offering his friend Gerald Backman a beer
from the cooler they had stored in the back of Gerald’s Hummer…

“Yeah sure,, why not”…

“So how’s business?”...asked Jim…

“Not so good right now”…the real estate market has really taken
a beating”…I’m just glad I was able to unload a number of
properties in San Gabriel,, before the bottom fell out”…

“Its always that way in California,, I’d don’t know how anybody
can afford property in California”…Damn stuff’s so high priced
you’d think it was made of gold or something”…

“Yeah well,, some of it is,, if you can get in early enough”…
“How are things going in the Supermarket business?”…

“Not as well as they were”…”damn tomato recall really put
a bite into last months earning”…”I had just purchased
20 shipments of them for my stores and I had to get rid of them”…
”and the damn insurance companies are fighting me,,
saying its not covered”…”damn a**holes”…”and now I heard
rumors that the UFW are going to go on strike just as the lettuce
crop is about to be harvested”…
”Mexicans,, I could do without them”…

“Yeah,, somehow I doubt that…nobody else is willing to…"
“you hear that?”…

The sound of a trucks muffler echoed thru the trees,, as
Gerald and Jim looked down the dirt road hoping to see
what was coming…a 1988 red Ford bronco soon appeared coming
up the road,, bouncing along kicking up the road
dust as it went… on the front hood was strapped the
carcass of a mule deer…it came to a slow stop next to where
Gerald and Jim had parked…Alan Marks,, got out of the truck
and greeted the men…

“Sorry,, I’m late…are you guys Jim and Gerald?”…

“Yeah that’s us,, who else would be standing out here
in the middle of nowhere?”...

“Oh,, I don’t know,, drug runners,, weed famers maybe”…

“Do we look like drug runners?”…”and how come your so late?...
I don’t like waiting around”…snapped Gerald…

“I’ve seen all types of drug runners,, they’re not all
Hillbillies and Columbians you know,, some of them look
just like normal everyday folk”…

“Yeah well,, we’re not drug runners,, and you know it…
we’re here to do some Elk hunting”…

“Well if your ready,, throw your gear in the back and
we’ll be going”… Alan responded as he untied the
ropes holding the mule deer to his truck hood…

“What’s with the deer?”…

“Oh,, well that’s why I’m late…three of them were crossing
the road as I came around a curve and I hit this one”…

“What are you keeping it for?”…

“I normally cook them up and feed em to my dogs”…
“If you must know”…

“Yeah,, we gotta know’’…and don’t get smart”…
“we’re paying you as a guide…not as some smart mouthed
comedian”…

“I can always leave if you’d like”…

“Hey,, Gerald…take it easy…I’m sure he didn’t mean anything
by it”…”lets just get our gear loaded so we can get moving”…

“Yeah”…

The three men loaded the hunting gear and camping supplies
into the back of Alan’s truck and were soon traveling the
old logging road towards the Eastern foothills of the Cascade Range …
Alan had always had good luck there when he was hired as a hunting
guide,, and he was sure that this time would be no different…
The front sit of Alan’s Bronco was a tight fit for the three men,,
with Jim sitting in the middle trying to keep his knees from hitting
the 4 wheel drive floor shifter…Gerald sat by the window,,
not pleased by the way he was crammed into the truck and the
way Alan spoke to him,, he was used to more comfortable trips
and being the one who gave orders to everybody…

“You’re kind of young to be a hunting guide aren’t you?”…
Jim questioned…”how old are you anyway?”…

“29,, maybe a little young,, been doing this for 7 years
now…lived here all my life,, so I would say that I know the terrain
pretty well”…”I know where we can find some Elk”…
“Can’t give any guarantees tho”…

“Yeah well,, you had better”…Gerald mumbled as he attempted
to light his cigar…

“Ahh,, Gerald is it?”…”don’t light that cigar in here”…said Alan …

“Why not?”…”we’re paying good money for this trip,,
you’re not one of those smoke free environmental creeps are you?”…

Alan slammed on the brakes,, bringing the truck to a quick stop
and throwing Jim and Gerald against the dashboard…

“Lets get one thing straight before we go any further”…
Alan responded…”I’m the guide here,, and that makes me
in charge…you see that timber out there?”…”we haven’t had
a decent rainfall in 2 months,, that means everything is dry
and just ready for a spark to set the whole place on fire”…
“is that what you want?”…”well I don’t”…”so just put the cigar
out and sit there and listen to what I’m telling you”…”I’m not
going to take any sh*t from a couple of California city slickers
who come up here throwing money around and act like they
own the place”…”that ain’t gonna work with me,, so you can
either listen or I can turn the truck around right now”…
”which is going to be?”...

“Yeah well,, listen here boy,, I’ve had my own business for
20 years,, and I’m not used to taking orders from a punk nosed
kid like you…we’re paying you good…..”

“Gerald,, lets just calm down”... "Alan I’m sorry…
we’re just up here for a little relaxation,, its been a tough year
for both of us,, and well…I think we just need some time to
unwind and relax”…"everything will be fine”…
“right Gerald?”…

Gerald just sat there staring out the window,, the unlit cigar
firmly clinched between his teeth….

“Just remember that I know this area better than you do,,
and if I was just to leave you here,, you wouldn’t last 3 days
without me”…

“Is that so?”,, muttered Gerald…
.
“How long before we get there?”…asked Jim,, trying to
change the subject and calm everyone down…

Alan eased up on the brake and stomped on the gas,, leaving
behind a cloud of dust and gravel…the Bronco bounced along
the old logging road,, sometimes grazing the slopes on the side
as Alan would go round a corner…the logging road hadn’t been
used in years and little grading or repair had been done to it…
a quick look to the left offered a view of the fully grown forest
with a steep falloff at the roads edge into the forest…

“Yeah well,, do you think we could stop for a break?”…
asked Gerald after they had been driving for about an hour…

“Sounds good to me,, this road is doing a number on my kidneys,,
and I’d like to get out and stretch my legs for a bit”…said Jim…

“OK”…Alan replied…”it can get kind of cramped in here”…

Alan eased the truck to a stop in the middle of the road…

“Certainly is beautiful country up here”…”untouched,, I’ll
bet it looked just like this when the first explorers came thru
here”…remarked Jim as he grabbed a beer from the cooler…

“Do you mind if I have my cigar now?”…

“Naggh,, go head,, just be careful of your ashes”…

“Yeah,, I got the idea”…”forest fires”…

“How much longer?”…Jim asked again…

“I’m gonna guess about 1 ½ hours more driving,, that’s if the
road is clear and hasn’t been washed out…then we’ll have to
hump our gear for about an hour till we reach an old logging cabin
I know of”…”we’ll stay the night there and then head out first
thing in the morning”…

The sun was almost set when the three men reached the old
logging camp cabin…it wasn’t much more than a four walled log
building,, with the porch roof half fallen in,, but it would afford at
least some comfort for the night…

“Put your gear down here”…”before we go inside I want you to
be aware that this cabin is always unlocked and that there may
be some animals inside,, last time I was here there was a badger
hiding under the bunk bed,, so we need to go in and make sure
the place is clear”…”got that?”…”and watch out for snakes”…

Before entering the cabin,, Jim took out of his bag,, an old Colt 45…

“Are you sure you’re going to need that?”…asked Gerald…

Jim just shrugged his shoulders as the three men carefully
entered the cabin…

The cabin was empty except for a pair of Gopher snakes curled
up in the corner,, and various cobwebs and spiders…The cabin
was about 16’x 16’ with most of the windows broken out and
covered with what ever pieces of wood could be found…
The stone fireplace was built from boulders found in the nearby
creek,, odd bits of furniture,, a crude sink area,, some cupboards
hung on the wall and a handmade bunk bed that was turned
over laying on the floor…

“Does this fireplace work?”…asked Gerald…

“It did the last time I was here”…”there should be some
logs we can use outside”…
“Jim why don’t you go out and gather the firewood while
I clean the ashes out,, at least we can have some hot food
tonight”…said Gerald as he started to clean the ashes out and
put them into a large pot he had found under the sink…

“Why don’t we just use the camp stove we brought?”…

“Its probably going to get cold tonight,, it would be better if
we started a fire…we can use the stove in the morning”…
Alan replied…

“Jim,, just get the wood”…

Early the next morning grey clouds filled the sky, with the
Sun trying to break thru…the ground had a heavy frost,,
the night had been colder than any of them expected...

“Damn its cold in here”…”you were right about it getting colder”…
Jim complained as he put on his coat…

“The weather changes quickly up here,, especially in the valleys”…

Yeah well that’s great to know”…Gerald said as he
walked out the door…

“Coffee will be done in a couple of minutes”…
yelled Alan …

“Your friend is kind of an ass,, isn’t he?”...

“Oh,, Gerald’s alright,, he’s just used to being the boss is all”…
“And I think he’s having some health problems”…

“He had better lighten up a little,, or things aren’t going to run
every smoothly”…I’m not being paid to be barked at or treated
like a servant”…

“It will be alright,, I’ll have a word with him”…

The breakfast of corn beef hash mixed with eggs didn’t take long
to eat,, everyone was eager to head out in search of the
Elk that Alan assured them would be around…they still had
a long walk to Mark’s favorite spot near the tree line…
after about an hour of walking the men stopped near a small
brook that came down from the mountain…

“This is it”… Alan said…”there’s a game trail over there in the
tree line”…”we’ll wait here for a while to see if any Elk
come down to the stream”…

“Yeah well,, how long are we supposed to wait?”…

“A couple of hours maybe,, can’t tell”…

“That’s it?”…we’re just going to sit here?”…
“I thought you knew where the Elk would be”…

“Listen Gerald,, hunting Elk is not like going to the zoo
and just shooting one while they’re in a cage”…”this is where
I’ve had success finding them for the past 3 years”…
“if you have a better idea”…

“Yeah well kid,, I’m beginning to think you just got us out here
for the view,, and you don’t know where the Elk are”…

“Hey guys,, calm down”…”your shouting at each other is
going to scare off anything that might come by”…”lets just wait
here awhile and see what happens”…

”Try and talk some sense into your ‘friend’ Jim,, I’m going to
get some fresh water”…

2 hours passed with the men just sitting and watching for any
movement in the woods beyond…

“Well this is doing a number on my back”…”how much longer
are we just going to sit here?”…Gerald complained as he started
to stand up…

“Sit down and be quite”…”I see something moving in the trees”…
ordered Alan quietly…

“Where?”…asked Gerald…

“Just behind those 3 fir trees there”…

Gerald looked thru the scope of his rifle into the
trees…”yeah,, I see em,, a bull and two cows”…

“Why don’t you take the shot Gerald?”…Jim whispered…

“Yeah I think I will,, man he’s got a nice rack on him too,,
he’ll look good on my trophy wall”…

Gerald quietly laid down in the tall weeds and rested the barrel
of his rifle on a clump of small branches that was in front of him…

“Come on,, come on,, just a little farther,, now smile sucker”…

(bang) the echo of Gerald’s shot carried thru the valley…
Across the stream the Elk dropped to its knees and fell
behind a stand of river weeds…

“You got em”…Jim exclaimed…

Suddenly the wounded Elk jumped up and dashed out of
sight into the woods…

“He’s not dead,, he just took off into the woods”…
said Alan …

“That’s impossible,, I just put a slug into em”…”lets get over
there and see what happened”…

The three men hurriedly crossed the small brook to where the
Elk had fallen…

“You got him all right”…Jim said pointing to a pool of blood…
”there’s a blood trail,, lets follow it”…

“We better get our gear before we go hiking through the trees”…

“What for?”…complained Gerald…”he couldn’t of gone far”…

“You don’t know how far he could of gone”…”he’s wounded
and he’s going to be acting crazy,, I had to track one of these
Elk for a day before I found him”…”and it ain’t going to be easy
looking for him in these trees”…explained Alan …

“Aggh,, Ok lets get our gear”…Gerald said while putting a fresh
unlit cigar in his mouth…”lets hurry then before he gets to far”…

The three men retrieved their backpacks from where they had
waited on the other side of the brook,, and then started the slow
task of following the Elk’s trail… Alan took the lead as they made
their way thru the undergrowth of brushes and small trees…
Always keeping an eye on their footing,, due to the roots and
fallen branches that were hidden under the leaves…the Elk’s trail
lead them up and down the mountain terrain,, never in any kind
of pattern,, often it seemed that they were backtracking along
the same path they had just followed…

“How are you guys doing?”… Alan asked after about 45 minutes
of trudging through the forest…

“I’m doing fine”,, said Jim…”certainly getting my exercise today”…

Gerald didn’t say anything,, it was clear to both men that he
was having trouble climbing up and down the steep terrain…

“Alan,, why don’t we take a break for a while,, I’m getting
kind of thirsty and tired”…”maybe just a short break”…
Jim said having watched his friend struggle…

“OK,, that looks like a good spot over there”…”we can
rest awhile and catch our breath”…replied Alan …

The men stopped near an oak tree that had fallen over,,
the ground was somewhat clear and level…Gerald removed his
backpack and let out a sigh of relief to be sitting down and
off his feet…

“Do you think it would be alright if we started a fire?”…
Jim asked Alan …

“Yeah sure,, just make sure you have a clear dirt spot,, and use
some rocks around the edges”…”I’m going take a look around”…

“What for?”…Gerald questioned…

Alan just turned and walked away…

“Damn kid”…”I don’t trust him”…

“Relax Gerald,, we’ll find your Elk and then we can
get out of here”…

“Jim,, Gerald,, I’ve found something”…yelled Alan …

“What is it?”…Jim yelled…

“Come here and have a look”…

Jim and Gerald followed Alan’s voice to where he was standing
under a large pine tree…

“What did you find?”…asked Jim…

Alan just nodded at the two men and looked up…

“What the hell is that?”…

“I’ve been standing here looking at it for the last five minutes,,
and I think it’s a dead guy hanging from a parachute”…
replied Alan …

“How the hell”…Gerald muttered…

“Gerald,, why don’t you get your rifle and shoot him down?”…
said Alan …


“What for?”…”there ain’t much left of him,, let him stay there…
its none of our business”…

“Fine just fine,, I’ll do it myself”… Alan replied…

(bang,, bang,, bang)
Alan’s shots broke the limb that the man was hanging from
and the body dropped through the tree limbs landing nearby…

“Damn there isn’t much left of him,, he must have been up there
a while”…Jim said as he knelt by the body…

“See if you can find a wallet or something”…ordered Gerald…

“I’m not touching him”…

“Here let me do it”…replied Alan …

Alan took out his hunting knife and cut away the remains of the
parachute and cut the straps of the two nylon bags that hung
around the dead mans neck…

“Here look in these”… Alan said as he tossed the bags towards
Jim and Gerald…”I’ll see if he’s got any identification”…

Jim and Gerald each reached for a bag and began to unzip
them as Alan searched the dead mans body…

“Holy shit”…exclaimed Gerald as he opened the bag…

“What?”…said Jim…

“Its full of money”…

“Hey,, mine is to”…”what’s going on here”…

“Here’s the guys wallet,, nothing in it except 52 dollars”…

“Damn this is a lot of money”…“what do you think the guy was?’…
”a drug runner or something”…Jim said excitedly…

“Yeah well,, I know who he is”…replied Gerald…

“Who?”…asked Jim…

“He’s that guy that hijacked that airplane back in the 70s,,
Db Cooper is what he called himself”…”don’t you remember
it was all over the papers and the news”…”and look at the bills,,
not one of them over a twenty and they’re all dated 1969”…
”the Feds are still looking for him”…

“Hey,, I’ll bet your right,, he jumped out somewhere over
these mountains”…Jim replied…

“Maybe”…said Alan …

“What about the money?”…asked Jim…”the feds are looking for it”…

“We’re keeping it”…Gerald said in a firm voice…

“We can’t keep it,, we have to turn it in”… Alan replied…

“We’re keeping it kid”…”we’ll split it three ways,, you can do
whatever you want with your share,, but leave us out of it”…
“we’re keeping it”…

“You’re right,, I could use the money,, and nobody knows we
found it”…”except us”…said Alan …

“Lets head back to the cabin,, and then get the hell out of here”…
”I’ll take this bag”…Gerald said…

“We’ll divide the money up here”…”and each of us will be
responsible for his share”…said Alan …

“Yeah sure kid,, less weight to carry anyway”…

“What about the guys body?”… “shouldn’t we bury it or
something?”…asked Jim…

“Naggh the animals will take care of it for us”…

After dividing up the money the three men started to make
their way back through the forest to the log cabin… Alan lead the
way thought the trees…each man was very quite and there was
little conversation between them…each of them worried about
his share of the money and thought about how to spend it…
The sunlight coming through the trees was beginning to fade as
they were climbing up a steep embankment…

“Uggh’…Gerald groaned as he tripped and fell over a
fallen branch…”hey kid,, give me a hand will you?”…
Gerald yelled to Alan …

“You go ahead Jim,, I’ll help Gerald”…”we’ll be right behind you”…
”here old man,, give me your hand”…said Alan as he grabbed
Gerald’s hand…

Suddenly Alan shoved Gerald in the chest and he fell backwards
tumbling down the embankment head over heels,,
as he was falling his head hit a stump and he slid down the
hill finally stopping against a large pine tree…

“Jim,, Jim”… Alan yelled out…

Jim came running back to Alan …”what happened?”…

“He slipped and fell as he was coming up the hill”…

“Is he alright?’’…

Both men scrambled down the slope to where Gerald’s body
lay motionless…

Alan examined Gerald’s body…”he’s dead,, I think he broke
his neck”…

“Oh,, God”…now what will we do”…lamented Jim…

“We’re not going to do anything”…”but your going to give me
Gerald’s backpack and yours too”…

“What do you mean?”…

“I’m taking the money,, that’s what I mean”… Alan said as
he pointed his rifle at Jim…

“You pushed him didn’t you?”…

“That’s right”…”now put your rifle on the ground and
give me those packs”…

Jim carefully removed his rifle from his shoulder and
flipped the safety with his thumb…

“Put it on the ground”…

Jim slowly knelt down and put the butt end into the dirt
then angled the barrel towards Alan …
(bang)…Jim stood up with his rifle and shot Alan again…

“I’ll be taking the money,, if you don’t mind”…said Jim
to Alan’s dead body…

Jim gathered the back packs with the money in them and
started down the mountain…He spent a cold night in the forest
waiting for the sunrise,, as the Sun rose higher and higher thru
the trees Jim made his way South to the log cabin….Jim figured
that when people asked him what happened he would tell then
that they were attacked by bears and he got separated from
Gerald and Alan …Only just barely making it out of the woods
by himself…After a long walk up the trail he finally arrived at
Alan’s truck,, then drove off in the direction of his hotel,,
where he would tell his story…Jim traveled down the old logging
road,, always trying to keep as far away from the roads edge as
possible,, sometimes scraping the hillside just as Alan had done…
Jim kept turning over and over the events that had happened…
Would his story about being attacked by bears convince the local
police?...How was he to get the money home,, should he hide it
before reaching town and come back for it later?...He wondered
if Alan had told anyone where they were going,, he needed to
make sure that everything fit,, that no one would press him too
hard on what happened… The twisting and turning of the old
logging road kept him from concentrating on his story…he had to
be sure of every detail,, he had just killed a man,,
another human being…
Maybe he should go back and bury them,, so no other hunters could
find them…As he rounded a bend in the road,, a small herd of
mule deer darted out in front of him,, Jim applied the brakes to
hard and skidded towards the shoulder,, the soft shoulder gave
way and the Bronco plunged down the steep embankment
crashing into a tree…
Gasoline dripped onto the hot muffler,, and the truck burst into
flames with Jim and the money inside…

The mule deer just watched as Jim screamed for help…….

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

THE MIGHTY 51............

THE MIGHTY 51…………
Its blackened stack does leave behind
Black soot and ash for one to find
Apon the rails it does glide
Faster and faster it whizzes by
Past the stations and thru the night
It goes clickity clack,, clickity clack apon its track
Never does it waver,, never does it wander
Never does it look back…

Thru the mountains,, prairies and towns
The Mighty 51,, powers and makes the wind bow down
On the rail it follows,, to keep its appointed rounds
Clickity clack,, clickity clack,, it does sound
Pulling a mighty load,, it forms like a serpents tail
From engine to caboose it stays apon the rail
The Mighty 51 does show its power,, each and every hour…

More coal to the boiler the engineer does scream
Then does the tender throw with earnest
More shovels of coal into the furnace
To boil the water,, to build up the steam
Clickity clack,, clickity clack,, apon its rail
Thru the night and thru the day
Its whistle does echo and wail
So you will know,, the Mighty 51 comes this way………………

DOGGIE........

I hate you I hate you I hate you
Tonight when you go to sleep
I’m going to chew on your new
leather flats and poop in your shoes…
I’m a male dog,, you crazy women…
Geez,, I just hope that the guys down
at the fire hydrant don’t see me like this…

Sunday, July 6, 2008

STUPID LAWS................

STUPID LAWS……………..

In Wisconsin it is illegal to keep Limburger in the refrigerator,,
it must be kept in the freezer…

In Hawaii you can not get a boat license without first praying to
the island God Kamaininhapanoyno…

In San Francisco it is illegal to serve white wine in a common
water glass,, it must be served in a long stemmed wine glass
purchased from Italian jewelry stores…

In Virginia it is against the law to pee on a Confederate headstone,,
but it is legal to piss on a Yankee (living or dead)…

In Florida you are required to purchase a handicapped parking
permit whether you are handicapped or not…this is due to the
fact that all parking spaces in Florida are marked ‘handicapped’…

In California it is illegal to eat snails,, without first having graduated
from a French cooking school…

In New Jersey it is illegal to use rat tails to clean your ears,,
while dinning…

In Washington DC it is illegal to tell the truth,, unless your under the
age of 5…

In Louisiana and some parts of Mississippi you will be fined a
maximum of $500 should you lose your hand to an alligator…
because you ignored all the signs that say don’t feed the alligators…

In Detroit it is illegal to drive a Peugeot or a car with the steering
wheel on the wrong side...

In Nevada you can not name your horse or your first born son
‘Wilbur’…

In Boston you are not allowed to wear the British ‘Union Jack’ on
any part of your body…this is a flogging offense…

In Texeus you are required to make a pilgrimage to Texas stadium
at least once every three years and pray for the Cowboys to win
another Superbowl while kneeling before the southern goalpost…

In Southern California it is required for all Mexicans to repeat the
phrase ‘green cards,, we don’t need no stinking green cards’ in
English at least three times before they are allowed to buy liquor…

In Iowa it is illegal to sell cucumbers as adult woo-woo toys…

In Minnesota it is illegal for women under the age of 26 to wear
a bra during the winter months…

In Puerto Rico,, you must be registered either as a ‘jet’ or a ‘shark’
and your car can not be any newer than a 1978 model…

In Bel-Air you can only get dog licenses for poodles…

In North Dakota,, all belt buckles must measure 5”x 4”…

In Alaska it is illegal to write your name in the snow while peeing
when it is -20 degrees out…

In Maine it is illegal to have sex with a moose,, unless its dead…

In Rhode Island it is illegal to put cranberries up your nose and
jump around like a chicken…

In Las Vegas it is illegal to fart while at a poker table…

In North Carolina it is illegal to marry your sister,, unless the
best man carries a shotgun…In South Carolina no shotgun
is required…

In Nebraska if you hit a cow while driving down the highway you
can be fined $150 for littering…

In Fort Lauderdale if you are eaten by a shark while swimming,,
you have to pay the county for the cleanup of the beach…...........

Friday, July 4, 2008

MONKEY SPEAK.......

The ability to use language and words is a very
useful tool,, not only in Blogland or on the
whiten page but also in everyday conversation…
It shows that you have more brains than a
Siberian slug worm…It’s basically what separates
us humans from the other simians on the block…
I bring this up because in the cubical land where
I struggle every day to free myself from a life of living under
a bridge and to pay off all my 420 credit cards,, there is
a person in the very next cubie that has the verbal skills
of an 8 year old girl at a Britney Spears concert….
Goo-goo ga-ga…Everyday I can hear him speaking on the phone
to various contractors and vendors about this project or
that project…I wish I was paid 1 dollar for every time this
monkey speaking moron said the word ‘YOUKNOW’,, or
‘OK’…H*ll I’d be in Aruba right now…

Everyone who works in a cubieland prairie dog village knows
about how each cubienite can hear every other cubienite within
a 50 yard radius,, and this guy is only about 3 feet from me,,
separated only by a 4 ½ foot high wall,, so each day as I struggle
to get to the next level of Halo 3,, I can hear everything he says…
And by Wednesday or Thursday I’m ready to go around the
corner and shove a dictionary up his a**,, cuz I’m very tired of
overhearing his constant use of ‘YOUKNOW’ and ‘OK’…

A typical conversation of his goes something like this…

“Hello Steve,, this is Frank (not his real name)…insert
bad salesman joke here…haha haha haha…I was calling about
project ‘X’,, ‘YOUKNOW’,, and I’d like to ‘YOUKNOW’,,
‘YOUKNOW’ if we ‘YOUKNOW’,, ha ha ha…that way we can
‘YOUKNOW’,, uh uh”…continued on next page…

By saying ‘YOUKNOW’ a lot in his sentences he really doesn’t
have to say anything or know anything,, it’s the person on the
other end of the line that fills in the blanks for him…

I can always tell when he’s getting near the end of his phone
conversation,, because it goes exactly like this every time…

“OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,, OK,,
Thanks,, OK,, OK,, OK,,”….insert stupid laugh here….

I’m sure that if I looked very closely at his forehead,, it
would have the word “DORK” written across it…Thank God
I only have 41,456 days left until I move on to be a
ringer-dinger at McD land,, any longer than that and I’m sure
I’d go postal on him……….

For G-damn sake people,, learn some verbal skills or
move to France…..

In next weeks episode of “Tales of Terror in Cubieland”,,
learn about the loud talker 4 cubies away from me,, who has
to explain in minute detail what he worked on,, to his boss
over the phone…
“Well,, first I had to find my pencil,, then I noticed it was
dull,, so I had to sharpen it,, then I wrote down a note to myself
to get more pencils,, then I sent an E-mail,, and I
Cc ed it to everyone,, then I”…….it goes on for miles….

Happy Fourth of July to everybody…
Stay safe and try not to poke your eye out with a sparkler…

And remember,, firing bottle rockets at cats,, is legal in
all 50 states...so have fun...................

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

END OF TOMORROWS...........

…………
Silken clouds float over the city below,, reflected in the
windows of the empty skyscrapers…Monumental works of man reaching for the sky,, all empty and silent now…The streets below are quiet,, nothing moves…The traffic lights continue their endless blinking from green to yellow to red,, but there is no car that will ever use them again…No birds in the sky,, no animals of any kind…The wind stirs the trash around…A city abandoned like every city on the planet,, a few remains of the citizens lie on the sidewalks or in the street,, some just sit forever frozen in their cars as if ready to drive away…Only cockroaches stirring about the dead,, perhaps the last creatures left on earth…A yellow tattered newspaper drifts along the gutter,, on page 1 it tells the story…

(six months earlier)
“Are we ready to broadcast yet?...Ok,, cue me when your ready”…

5,, 4,, 3,, 2……

“This is Stan Gelman with Nova and we’re here today in the Valley of the Kings with Dr Zahi Hawass Secretary General
of the Supreme Council of Antiquities,, to discuss this extraordinary new find in the Valley of the Kings…
Dr Hawass can you tell us just what is so important about this new find?”…

“Certainly Stan,, it would be of course my pleasure…We have here what we believe to be the tomb of Imhotep,, untouched and unopened for over 2000 years”…

“And what is the importance of Imhotep,, was he a Pharaoh?”...

“No,, we believe he was the master builder of King Djozer’s
stepped pyramid,, we have been looking for his tomb for over seventy years and now we believe we have found it…He is the one we believe,, that first designed the Kings pyramid and who oversaw its construction more than 2000 years ago…The secret of how it was built may lay inside his tomb”…

“How soon before you’ll be able to open the tomb?”...

“We expect to open the tomb tomorrow morning,, all the
debris has been removed and now we just have to remove the cover stone and we soon will be able to see what’s inside…We shall be the first humans to look inside since the reign of King Djozer’s,, I’m very excited”…

“Will you allow our Nova cameras to come with you?”...

“Certainly,, but only a small group”…

“Thank you Dr Hawass,, until tomorrow then”…
“This should be quite a discovery for the world,, Imhotep was the genius behind the pyramids and hopefully his tomb will be intact and can help science understand how the pyramids were built”….

(3 days later,, in the Oval office)

“Mr. President,, we believe we have a RED 3 event”…

“Where and what kind?”...

“Cairo Egypt,, Mr. President…we’re not sure of the type…
All we know right now is that 321 people have died within the last 24 hrs of an outbreak of some kind at a hospital in Cairo”…

“Have you contacted our ambassador there?”...

“He’s the one that contacted us,, he heard about it from one of his staff members that has a girlfriend who’s a nurse in the hospital”…

“What’s the Egyptian government say about the deaths?”…

“Ambassador Hillmer has contacted his sources in the Egyptian government and apparently they don’t know anymore than we do,, or their trying to keep a lid on the thing”…

(click)…”Maggie”…

“Yes Mr. President”…

“Get me Ambassador Hillmer on the phone”…

“Yes sir”…

“Ok Jim,, lets have an emergency staff meeting in 2 hours,,
Uhh,, alert the VP,, General Warner,, Bob,, and contact the
head of the CDC to make sure he’s available for a
conference call”…

“Yes sir Mr. President”…

(click)…”Mr. President,, Ambassador Hillmer is on the line”…

“Good day Frank,, what’s the situation in that hospital?...

“I’ve tried numerous times to reach Dr Abdel Gamar, who’s the administer of the hospital and I haven’t been able to reach him…About 45 minutes ago there was a news message on the radio that said the army has quarantined the whole area and are not allowing anyone in or out…not even emergency vehicles…I have some unconfirmed reports that 28 other people where taken sick and have died at a nearby restaurant which is just a few blocks from the hospital”…

“Any word from the Egyptian government or the Health Minister?”...

“No word so far,, they’ve been pretty quite about the whole thing…ah,, hold on Mr. President,, I’ve just been handed a note…ah,, Mr. President,, the note says that Dr Abdel Gamar will be making a live broadcast in 1 hour”…

“OK,, Frank…I’m going to have an emergency meeting here in about 2 hours…stay on top of this and let me know as soon
as you have more details”…

“Will do,, Mr. President…

(2 hours later in the emergency staff meeting)

“Thank you all for coming,, I’ve asked John Snyder
of Homeland Security to join us,, because we may have to take drastic measures concerning securing our borders and
may need to put all available emergency personnel throughout the country on alert”…

“What kind of emergency are we looking at,, Mr. President?”...

“About an hour ago I spoke with Ambassador Hillmer in Cairo,, the Egypt government has declared Marshall law and has closed its borders,, both to incoming and outgoing
personnel,, furthermore they have grounded all airlines and
stopped all shipping…The government has reported that there have been numerous deaths in and around Cairo,, the Valley of the Kings,, Luxor and nearby cities…The Egyptian heath ministry has alerted all doctors to report to their hospitals and to be on 24 hr call…It looks bad gentlemen… It’s a viral outbreak of some kind,, and it’s a quick killer…
Dr Williams,, what have you heard at the CDC?”...

“Its as you have stated Mr. President…There’s no other way to put it,, but to say its very lethal and it strikes quickly…I’ve been in contact with Dr Gamar,, and he informed me that he received a text message from a friend of his at the Cairo hospital…It said that patient zero may have been Dr Hawass
the Egyptian archeologist,, apparently he came in complaining of chest pains and had a high fever,, with a rash over 80% of his body…After only a few hours he passed away,, then the doctors and nurses who treated him began to have similar symptoms…Dr Gamar has been unable to contact his friend at the hospital,, and he assumes that he is dead also…One other thing Mr. President…I’ve had reports that animals are dieing also…Birds,, dogs,, cats,, donkeys,, in large numbers and just as quickly…If this virus is a cross species contaminate,, there may be no way to stop it in time,, before it reaches here”…

“What are your suggestions Dr Williams?”...

“I’m really not sure,, it may burn itself out,, or a cure may be found by the Egyptians…For right now I would get ready to
try and close our borders…But if this thing gets into the bird
population and is transmitted thru the air…Well,, I just don’t
know how we could stop it from entering the US”…

“Thank you Dr Williams,, stay in contact with your counterparts overseas and keep me informed”…

“Yes sir,, Mr. President”…

“Any thoughts gentlemen?”...

“My God ,, Mr. President…if this thing gets on an airplane it could be half way around the world in a matter of hours…
Dr Williams is right…if its an airborne virus,, and can go from animal to human then….well I just don’t see how we can stop it from entering the US”…

“The first thing we should do is to try and get a sample…
Then we might know what we’re up against”…

“Without knowing exactly how its transmitted,, I don’t
want that thing brought into the States…It may be an
airborne virus or it may be absorbed thru the skin,, or
both”…

“My thoughts exactly,, lets see where it goes from here,,
maybe the Egyptians already have a sample and can
figure out how to stop it”…

A yellow tattered newspaper drifts along the gutter,,
on page 1 it tells the story…

London England (Reuters)------
The British health ministry has just issued this
communicate: The source of the virus has been discovered to be from the burial tomb of Imhotep …
Ancient bread mold found in the tomb along with the remains of Imhotep has been indentified as what is now called the Cairo virus…Speculation is that once the tomb was opened that moisture and modern day pollution in the air caused the 2000 year old bread mold to mutate and to become the killer pandemic of mankind……..



Special editors note:
Oops,, I killed everyone again,,
I must have hidden issues……..