Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanks and Good Night

My thanks to political commentary and philosophy blogger Glen Filthie over at Filthie's Thunderbox, who enjoyed my sample chapter and gave me an unsolicited plug along with some random commentary on political correctness and the effect on fiction writing today. Check out Scenes We'd Like To See as it amuses you to do so.

I read Glen on a regular basis and find him an agreeable, easy read.  Thanks Glen!

 - W.L. 'Bill' Emery

WWII Newsreel Featuring Bill Emery

My father served in the US Coast Guard during the second world war.  He didn't like it much, the environment either being too hot or too cold, with Spartan accommodations.  For basic training he was stationed at the Ponce de Leon Hotel in St. Augustine, Florida.  When I visited St. Augustine (I lived in Jacksonville, FL), I once took a tour that included the renowned Ponce de Leon.  When the tour guide pontificated about the luxuries of the Ponce, I thoroughly confounded her by announcing that my father had stayed at the Ponce and found it oppressively hot and overcrowded, and the room service that was so poor no one used it.  While our guide was sputtering, I mentioned that the U.S. Government had paid for the entire stay, including meals and a host of activities.  I added that my father told me that the food was terrible, the worst he'd ever had, and the activities were even worse than the food.  I had the tour group's interest by that time, and completed my impromptu lecture by stating that the worst part about his entire stay was that they had some nut that would get up before dawn and blow a trumpet, waking everyone up.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Request for Criticism on Untitled 22-11-2016

Presented for the first time anywhere is Chapter One of an untitled story I'm sort of working on.  Read this or not as you like, but I would appreciate any thoughts or criticisms you, the reader of this hound, might have about the offering.  I'm not really interested in your random thoughts about the election, your uncle Charlie and his drinking habits, or your current financial state and how I might help you.  Just what you read below the fold, please.

Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is most likely accidental.  Your mileage may vary.  Et cetera, ad libitum, ad nauseam, et alii...

Saturday, November 19, 2016

A Dead Saturday

I'm supposed to be busy packing.  I'm not.  I took two antihistamine/decongestant  pills last night, and as a result I'm walking around in a chemically induced haze.  My morning coffee has had no effect at all.

Facebook Friend Request
The highlight of my day thus far is a facebook friend request from Slainie Landry, someone I don't know, have never met, and have no friends in common with.  I'm not sure just why I think this is the opening gambit for a mail order bride scam, but that's the thought that occurs to me.  I suppose I'm just a naturally misogynistic, suspicious old white man by nature.

Sitting next to me is a gift certificate to Bass Pro and another for the American Table restaurant.  I think it's time for a short road trip.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The China Cabinet

When I moved into my new condominium, I knew that I'd need a china cabinet.  Fortunately for me, I found just the thing on Craig's List in Toledo. Between me, Frank, and a host of aged manual laborers from Bethany Community Fellowship church, we got the cabinet into a U-Haul truck, carted it from Perrysburg back to Sylvania, and from there down to Columbus.  Unloading it was just as much fun as Frank and John could stand for one day - Frank said his fun meter was pegged out for the week, and John didn't care to see the cabinet again.

John, the Curio Cabinet, and Frank
I'm blessed to have Frank and John, because without their help none of this would have ever happened.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

November Election 2016

Donald Trump is now almost officially the President Elect, but as the old saying goes, The show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings.  My apologies to any fat ladies reading this who are offended.  Anyone else who is offended can stop reading and go somewhere else.  Go read Fred On Everything, and discover the mysteries of Nordic Genius and the Central Heat Theorem: Adventures in Genetics.

Donald Trump Wins

Monday, November 7, 2016

Surprise at Home

Since I'm moving (Sylvania to Columbus) one load at a time, I have to spend a certain amount of time in Sylvania packing up.  When I get a load of boxes packed, I get a U-Haul truck, load it up, drive to Columbus the next day, unload, return the truck to U-Haul, and drive back to Sylvania again.  The only reason this schedule is possible is because of Frank and John Fischer, both of whom do the lion's share of the actual heavy lifting.  Last time, that portion was most of the entire load, and they worked like government mules to get the truck unloaded.

Found on My Door at Misty Way in Columbus
During the time I'm in Sylvania, mail and other messages tend to pile up in Columbus. I found this little gem taped to my front door last Saturday.  Nice, huh?

Being a civic minded, helpful sort of person, I called Asend Recovery and learned that they were trying to contact the previous resident of my condo.  I explained that I'd just bought the place, and that while I lacked a forwarding address for the previous owner, I did have a telephone number.  Asend Recovery explained that they were in the same shape I was, knowledge-wise, and that the target of their investigation was proving to be somewhat uncooperative regarding voice mail messages and requests to call them back.  I'm somewhat sympathetic, but I'm of no practical help.

I called Deputy Bailiff J.D. Foster and left a message.  Ms. Foster returned my call, was very pleasant and thanked me for my help.  I went through my explanation again, and was reassured that I would no longer be bothered by their office, nor did I have to worry about bad people showing up at my door at odd hours of the morning due to the previous resident's shenanigans, whatever they might be.

Somehow, I don't think I've heard the last of this.