Fun With The Grandkids

On Wednesday, May 14th Cindy and I picked up Mikey and Heather and took them to lunch and then over to Universal Studios’ Islands of Adventure. Our original plan was to spend the afternoon in the park, but just as we stepped through the entrance we got a call regarding a family emergency. We took a few minutes to run over to where Spider-Man normally appears in the hopes of giving Mikey a quick visit with the Webslinger, since he had been looking forward to this outing for several days. We were fortunate that we arrived during one the scheduled appearances, so we were able to get several photos of both Mikey and Heather with Spider-Man before leaving.

Mikey and Heather spent the night with us (lots of wrestling on the bed and granddad being a “monster” kept them laughing and screaming, but wore granddad out long before they got tired) and we got up Thursday and went to Walt Disney World for a day of fun.

We started out in Animal Kingdom, going on the safari ride and encountering 2 baby giraffes that wanted to “play” by running around and between the jeeps while out on the savannah. That was a real kick for everyone. Afterward, we tried to see the gorillas, but they were all hiding. We stopped for a few minutes to enjoy some popcorn and cool liquid refreshment, only to be harassed by an experienced duck who did his/her best to beg every piece of popcorn we had. I took Heather to see the interactive “It’s Tough to be a Bug” show (I took Mikey a couple of years back but the sensory overload nature of the show was not something he enjoyed) while Cindy took Mikey around a couple of exhibits. Heather laughed and cried, so it was a toss-up as to whether she liked all of the show.

Then we drove over to the “new” Disney Hollywood Studios (formerly Disney-MGM Studios) so Mikey could see the Power Rangers. We got there early and a street performance of “High School Musical” had Heather dancing around. As her mom is fond of saying, she’s such a girl, lol. Mikey, on the other hand, just sat there looking bored waiting for the Rangers to appear. When they did appear we got in line for an autograph and photos with his favorite (at the moment) the White Ranger. We tried to get the same from the Red Power Ranger, but the lines were too long and all the rangers left before he could see the Red one. Next time, we’ll get in the Red Power Ranger’s line first. Pictures of the Disney visit are here.

We had a lot of fun with Mikey and Heather and hope that over the Summer I’ll be home some and we can do it again.

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The Return Of The Fedora

Tomorrow is the premiere of the latest (and probably last) Indiana Jones movie. Cindy and I, along with Amber and Shawn, are planning to attend the 8:15pm showing at Waterford Lakes. I believe this is the most expensive theater in Orlando (not counting Downtown Disney’s AMC theater), but it is a nice facility and its close to our place.

I’ve been wanting to buy an “Indiana Jones-style” fedora for years and have come close several times to actually purchasing one, but this Wired Commentary made me face the REAL reason I’ve never been able to bring myself to buy one to wear. I think we all have this fantasy that our mind tries to convince us is true; if I wear a cape, I’ll be like Superman; if I talk…like…THIS…around…people, I’ll be like Captain Kirk; and if I wear a fedora, I’ll be like Indiana Jones. Well, I would be if he were old, fat and gray-haired.

There is a scathing negative review over at Ain’t It Cool News (beware, there are spoilers) and a spoiler-free positive review up on Den of Geek. I did have to laugh at this forum comment (among hundreds) over at Slashdot:

“The opening scene is a total heart attack. Indy barely escapes a huge stone ball despite being slowed by his walker. He pulls his colostomy bag out of the way just in time. It was a real heart pounding experience. But that was easily fixed with an emergency room visit and some clot-busting drugs.”

Of course, none of this, good, bad or indifferent, would stop me from going to see The Crystal Skull on opening day, just like I did when I went to see Iron Man on its opening day before leaving Baton Rouge 3 weeks ago.

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Paddle Faster, I Think I Hear Banjo Music III

Thursday we drove by Cold Mountain on the way to the Pisgah Inn, a beautiful lodge and restaurant at the base of Mount Pisgah, for lunch. We were able to get a table by the large window that looks out on several nearby mountains and valleys, and the view was spectacular. Some pictures are here. After lunch we drove into the Pisgah National Forest and hiked up to Slick Rock Falls. Even though it was a treacherous, strenuous and dangerous hike of one-tenth of a mile, we arrived at the falls safely and took pictures that are here. On the way out of the Forest, we stopped at Looking Glass Falls and pictures of that are here.

Friday we drove 32 miles from the campsite to the Biltmore Estate just outside of Asheville, touring the gardens, parts of the ancestral home and enjoying a delicious lunch at the Estate’s Stable Cafe. Lots of pictures here from that delightful day trip, but unfortunately none from inside the house because they don’t allow photography of the interior.

That evening, our new tent received its baptism of fire when we were hit by severe thunderstorms AND a hailstorm around 10pm and another severe thunderstorm around 11:30pm. The tent kept us warm and dry, though in the daylight of Saturday morning we could see where the rain fly fabric had been “dented” but not ripped by the hailstones, which were about the size of a dime and smaller.

Since Sunday would be another 11 hour day of driving to get back to Orlando, we spent Saturday just relaxing around the campsite. Cindy reading her Kindle and me reading, writing and going through our photos and deciding which ones would make it up to Flickr for your viewing pleasure. As night fell, we packed as much of our gear as possible into the truck so we’d have only the tent, sleeping bags and ground tarp to pack Sunday morning.

Around 3am Sunday morning severe thunderstorms arrived in the area and when the alarm went off at 6am it was still storming. We hoped to wait for it to end before exiting the tent, but you know how the sound of water running makes you have to go to the bathroom…? Yeah, so do we. At 6:30 we couldn’t wait any longer so we had to try and get the bedding into the truck as quickly as possible to keep it from getting wet and then we worked in the rain to take down the tent and fold up the tarp. Can you say muddy mess?

After showering we stepped out of the building to find the rain had stopped, of course. As it turned out, we ended up leaving just 20 minutes after I had intended to leave, so that wasn’t bad. We had a nice drive back to Orlando and arrived home safely about 7pm.

After not seeing each other for 6 months while I was on the road (we had about a week at Christmas time and 2 days at the end of January), Cindy and I truly enjoyed the time we were able to spend together in North Carolina. We have another week together at home and then I’ll be on the “available” list to be sent back out on the road again. In the meantime I’ll get to spend some time with our grandchildren, visit with friends and go to various medical appointments (three in one day!).

Oh, and the title of these last three posts? That came from a tee shirt we saw someone wearing while we were at a general store in Waynesville. It made Cindy and I both burst out laughing because the day before we had seen someone on our way to Cataloochee who looked like a “Deliverance” character and I had hummed the “Dueling Banjos” theme from the movie as we watched him.

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Paddle Faster, I Think I Hear Banjo Music II

After a day of driving, we had planned to spend Monday relaxing around the campsite, but a camping stove that refused to work (resulting in granola bars for breakfast) necessitated a trip into nearby Waynesville to replace said stove. I like Waynesville. It reminds me of Mayberry, from the old Andy Griffith TV show. I mentioned that to one shopkeeper and she gave me the hairy eyeball, so I guess they don’t care for the comparison, but it evokes that “small town” quality that I always imagined when I thought of Mayberry.

We came back to the campsite, had lunch and a nap, and then spent the remainder of the afternoon hiking the trails in and around the campground. Pictures are here (not of lunch and the nap, but of the trails).

Tuesday was the day to visit our property on Sheepback Mountain in Maggie Valley, North Carolina. We spent about an hour and a half there at mid-morning, walking the property and taking pictures. Cindy collected a little of the water from the creek that runs along the western edge of the property to bring back home, and we envisioned where the log cabin home would be placed and how it would be oriented on the property. We finally settled on a placement that would put Cindy’s candle workshop and my writing den on the side closest to the creek, with the front outside deck and inside living room facing toward a mountain peak a few miles away. During the Spring and Summer, trees will obscure the view of that mountain but in the Fall and Winter, when there are no leaves on the trees, it will be a gorgeous sight. Pictures of the property are here.

Afterward, we met our realtor, Kelley, and our contractor, Dennis, for lunch. We agreed to meet at Maggie Valley’s famous Snappy’s Restaurant, but discovered they no longer open for lunch. On Kelley’s recommendation we drove down the road to Nico’s Cafe and enjoyed a delicious lunch as well as a chance to catch up on each other’s lives and to talk a little “shop” about the planned construction of Casa de Wetherington in about a year. After lunch we all drove to a couple of log cabins, one that Dennis had just finished and one that was about a quarter completed, to get an idea of what to expect. We also looked at various plans and settled on the one we think will suit us best as a place to live for the rest of our lives.

We said our goodbyes to Kelley and Dennis, then drove over to Cherokee, NC, about 20 miles west of Maggie Valley, to visit the Museum Of The Cherokee Indian. Pictures are here. I thought the roads through and over the mountains to Cherokee were winding, steep and narrow, until we left there to drive to Cataloochee Valley, about 20 miles north of Maggie Valley, to see the daily appearance of the wild elk (which were reintroduced into the park in 2001) at sunset in part of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, THEN I discovered truly winding, steep and narrow mountain roads. You drive up and over the mountains on a single lane road with hairpin turns, drop offs that descend hundreds of feet and NO guardrails. Driving up is tough on the transmission, down is equally hard on the brakes and both will test your nerves. I would not want to drive an RV or even tow a trailer on those roads, like this guy did. But it was definitely worth the drive and pictures are here.

Wednesday was a day to relax some. We drove to Maggie Valley to mail out our Mother’s Day cards because Cindy wanted them to have a Maggie Valley postmark, and stopped at a little used book store just outside of town (THAT is a story of its own) before returning to the campsite to read and rest the remainder of the day.

More to come, including the explanation for the title of the past two posts, in case you haven’t guessed it yet.

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Paddle Faster, I Think I Hear Banjo Music

Well, I have some catching up to do, don’t I?

I flew into OIA on Friday, May 2nd and Cindy picked me up from the airport around 4:30pm. We stopped to get some salads to go from Chili’s and then went home to “get to know each other again”, if you catch my drift.

Ten minutes later we were happily eating our salads and watching TV.

Saturday we spent the day getting our camping gear out of the attic, checking to see what we needed and then stopping in at various stores to buy those things we needed. Saturday night was Amber’s birthday party and I got to see several family members at the party that I hadn’t seen in months.

Sunday morning we were up bright and early at 4am and on the road an hour later. Three gas stops, two meal stops and eleven hours later, we arrived at the Moonshine Creek Campground in Balsam, North Carolina. This campground is about 30 minutes from our property in Maggie Valley and is very, very nice. It has sites for tenters like Cindy and I, RV’s, and cabins, along with lots of trees, creeks and short hiking trails. Much more to our liking than the first one we looked at that, while closer to Maggie Valley, was like camping on the Wal-Mart parking lot. Flat, barren of trees and laid out like a military grid. Moonshine Creek is much more natural and what we prefer. Pictures are here from our first day at the campsite.

More to come, including the explanation for the title of this post.

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Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, my wife, my daughter, my mother-in-law and my step-daughter and mother-to-be, Amber.

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Home

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
‘Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

Lyrics sung by Michael Buble

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Saying Goodbye To Louisiana

Today was my last day in the Baton Rouge office. I came in to find “Thank You” balloons on my desk and a nice card from everyone in my office. Throughout the day, e-mails arrived from other departments and offices asking me not to leave or wishing me well (in other words, “Can you leave as quickly as possible?”) and then a nice luncheon was thrown for me and someone mentioned that they had never gathered together to do this for anyone else, so I should be flattered.

And I was.

But as I mentioned to Cindy, I would have much preferred to slip out quietly, under the radar. However, as much as I would have liked to do the “Lone Ranger” bit, I could also not be rude and ignore everyone’s effort to wish me a fond farewell, so I smiled and thanked all of them for their kind words and actions.

Later in the afternoon I had to do the same thing during a managers and supervisors meeting.

Aside from missing my wife and family, I’ve enjoyed my six months here in Louisiana. I didn’t have the free time to visit everything I would have liked to, but that’s always the case when I travel somewhere for my job. Even though, in all honesty, I wasn’t really welcomed by some when I first arrived, I managed to make those folks realize that I was not a threat to them. Today, that was borne out when they all expressly apologized, in writing and in person, for feeling that way in the beginning and thanked me for helping them prepare for the responsibilities their job and mission will require in the future.

Tonight, I’m going to an advanced showing of “Iron Man” since, once I get home, I won’t have a chance to see it for a week after we return from camping in North Carolina. The movie was shown last night to media folks in Los Angeles and every single review has been good, so I’m especially looking forward to seeing it tonight.

Tomorrow I fly back to Orlando, arriving around 5pm local time. We’ll have a very busy weekend and then leave Monday to drive up to the mountains and enjoy the great outdoors for a week. No international vacation this year, just an economical week of camping.

But, I’ll still be taking lots of photos.

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Bookmarks

No, not the kind you keep in your browser. The kind you use in real, honest-to-goodness books. You know, to “mark” your spot in a “book.” Do you use them? I do. I have several (because sometimes I’m reading different books at the same time) and my favorite right now is one my daughter sent me that has my grandson’s picture on it smiling out at me.

April is Autism Awareness Month. Autism receives as little as 5% of the research funding as other less common diseases.

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So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish

Today I was composing my “Farewell” e-mail to send out to all my co-workers here in Louisiana on Thursday and I seriously thought about making the subject line read: “So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish” (as both an inside joke about the fact that I haven’t eaten any fish while here and to note my imminent departure), but I was afraid there wouldn’t be a lot of Douglas Adams fans who would understand the reference and mass confusion would follow.

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Writer’s Block? More Like Memory Block

When I’m reading a writing or photography magazine, I typically highlight passages or “star” pages and articles and then write the page number on the front cover so that later when I need to go back over the information, I can turn directly to the page without having to scan through the entire magazine. I also write myself notes on the pages to remind me of certain things that I want to remember, either about the article itself or thoughts I had when reading.

A couple of weeks ago I was reading the April issue of The Writer magazine while I was eating lunch. There was a good article entitled, “How To Get Past Writer’s Block” that I enjoyed reading. At some point while reading the article I took out my pen and wrote two words on the first page, “Hogan” and “Walker.”

And now, even though I always write these notes to remind me of something, I have no idea what those two words were supposed to remind me of in the article. I’ve read through it several times, trying to recapture what my thoughts were the first time I read it and jog my memory of what those words meant in the context of the article, but I keep coming up blank.

I can’t worry about writer’s block until I overcome my memory block.

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“Just One?”

I have a little rant. Not even a rant, really, just voicing an aggravation about a kind of behavior that has seemed even more prevalent during my visit to Louisiana. Not that it’s limited to Cajun Country, by any means, but circumstances here have increased my experience with it.

Typically, I end up eating out 3-4 meals each week, usually the nights that the hotel does not offer a free meal (Friday, Saturday and Sunday) or the meal is something I don’t care to eat, and a lunch on Saturday or Sunday. Sometimes I make myself a sandwich or heat up leftovers from a meal out, but that still leaves those 3 or 4 meals eaten out at nearby restaurants. And eating out that much each week has caused me to have more and more encounters with this behavior.

Right behind the hotel is a Romano’s Macaroni Grill and a On The Border Mexican restaurant. I have a favorite dish at each of these restaurants; the Chicken Rigatoni at Romano’s and the Double Grilled Quesadilla at On The Border. Each is delicious and each is large enough that I can eat half there and get the other half to go for a lunch or dinner later. But that is not the issue.

Since I’m here working, when I do eat out it’s alone. Obviously, a meal out with Cindy or family or friends is preferable when I’m home, but I also don’t mind dining alone; in fact I am very comfortable eating by myself and always have been. I bring a book or magazine and read while enjoying a good meal. And as long as the server keeps my glass of unsweetened ice tea filled, they’re guaranteed to get a minimum 20 percent tip. Obviously, my standards are not outrageously high.

But here’s the aggravation; I walk into the restaurant and approach the host/hostess station, just me and my book or magazine in my hand and no one else around me and every time I’m asked, “Just one?” Sometimes they’ll glance around me as if I’m trying to sneak someone in by hiding them in my back pocket or I have them tied to my back somehow and they’re just out of view. Although my smart-ass self has been tempted to spit out an equally smart-ass reply (“No, don’t you see the other three people with me?” or “Oh my god! Where did everyone go??” They were just here!), I beat that little devil down and either nod in agreement or answer “Yes” and watch while they look over the dining room and decide where they’re going to seat this schmuck who they imagine can’t even find a dinner date.

The other night, I had finally had enough. Once I finished my meal I asked the server to please send the manager over to my table, assuring her it had nothing to do with her service or the food. I honestly don’t think my conversation had any effect because the 20-something manager, while trying to follow the “diner has a problem” script of problem solving (“We’ll comp your meal” and “I’d like to give you a free coupon for your next visit”), just didn’t really seem to get the basis of my complaint.

In a nutshell, here’s what I said; when your host or hostess asks me, “Just one?” the implication is that I am causing them untold amount of work for one person. The intimation is that as one person, I’m just a notch above a roach scurrying through the door. The unspoken message in the question is that as one person, I’m really not worthy of dining in your restaurant or that there must surely be something wrong with me if I’m eating alone. I’d like to suggest that a better greeting might be “Party of one?” with a smile, both on the face and in the voice, or even “Will you be dining alone sir?” without looking past me or around me to see if I’m hiding someone. I can’t ever recall, when I was dining with people, being asked, “Just two?” or “Just four?” etc, etc., etc.

As I said, I don’t think he understood what I was saying and after declining his repeated offers of a free meal, I simply asked him to think about it, paid my bill and walked back across the parking lot to my hotel.

Well, that “little rant” went on for quite a bit, didn’t it? Didn’t mean for it to be so long. But what do you think? Am I being overly sensitive about this or is it a valid complaint? Have you had this kind of experience often enough that you’ve lost your cool, so to speak, about it?

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Jenna Bush Inherits Dad’s Inability to Speak Coherently

Appearing on CNN’s Larry King show Wednesday night, Jenna had this to say about her upcoming nuptials:

(NOTE:I didn’t watch the show, this is from a transcript)

“[It will be] outdoors, very small wedding, you ‘know, very small, all relatives, our families, really, kind of big,” Jenna Bush said. “So it’s half-family and then half very close friends.”

Hmmmmm…Ok the wedding will be “very small” yet “kind of big”, plus guests will be “all relatives” yet “half very close friends.”

Yep, she’s got all the makings to be the next President Bush.

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Processed, And I Mean Processed, Ice Cream

There is a local dairy here in Baton Rouge known as Kleinpeter Farms Dairy. I know nothing about their products from a personal standpoint, but their marketing department might want to re-examine the radio ad campaign they have been running for their new line of ice cream products.

A voice purporting to be from the dairy farm states they made their first batch of ice cream and it was SO good that the cows ate every bit of it up! So now they’ve finished their second batch and it’s on the way to local stores.

Which really means, when you think about it, that their customers are eating the first batch, it’s just recycled.

April is Autism Awareness Month. Autism is more common than multiple sclerosis, cystic fibrosis or childhood cancer.

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Top Ten Science Fiction Authors

Although I love writing, I have never really thought that I have a book in me waiting to come out (sorry babe, I know you were looking forward to that bestseller and the hefty advance), but IF I ever did write a book or short story, I think it would most likely be a science fiction story (either that or a fantasy story or a mystery involving computers) as that has always been one of my favorite genres to read.

So, I thought I’d list my Top Ten Science Fiction Authors and, if you have an interest in such writings, you can see how it compares to your own list of favorites. Remember, my list is purely subjective.

10. Ben Bova – The first work of his I stumbled across as a child was “The Star Conquerors” and the last one I read was “Orion Among The Stars.”

9. Isaac Asimov
– One just has to mention “The Foundation Trilogy” or “I, Robot” or his Three Laws of Robotics to know we’re talking about one of the most well-known science fiction authors.

8. Arthur C. Clarke
– Just listing his name is enough for anyone to understand the place of this recently deceased writer. He was also one of my favorite Humanists.

7. Poul Anderson
– As a kid, I loved “Time Patrol” and “Tomorrow’s Children”, which led me to all the other great stories by this prolific author.

6. Frederik Pohl – Among my favorites by this author; “The Starchild Trilogy” and “Beyond the Blue Event Horizon.”

5. Ray Bradbury“The Martian Chronicles” and “Fahrenheit 451” would be more than enough, but we also get “Something Wicked This Way Comes” and a plethora of other novels, short stories, screenplays and poetry from this gifted writer.

4. Piers Anthony – While mostly known for his “Xanth” series, it was his “Bio of a Space Tyrant” and “Incarnations of Immortality” series which enthralled me.

3. Robert A. Heinlein
– Generally acknowledged as “The Dean of Science Fiction Writers.” From the mid-60’s to late 70’s I read everything of Heinlein’s I could lay my hands on. Obviously, his seminal work, “Stranger In a Strange Land” has always been a favorite and I recently re-read it just for fun. True fans will remember the “I Grok Spock” bumper stickers and signs in the late 60’s.

2. Jules Verne – Fondly referred to as “The Father of Science Fiction”, Verne was a man incredibly ahead of his time. Though probably best known for “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea”, it was his “From the Earth to the Moon” that has always been my favorite of his writings.

1. H. G. Wells – With apologies to Doc Brown and Clara Clayton (if you’ve seen Back to the Future III then you know what I’m referring to), the legendary H. G. Wells takes the top spot on my list, mostly because his immortal “The Time Machine” encompasses my favorite sub-genre of science fiction writing; time travel. (Which, considering the subject matter, SHOULD have been their favorite author…except that he was only 9 years old in 1875, the year in which BTTF III was set) I read this book in elementary school and later saw the 1960 movie based on the bestseller starring Rod Taylor. Other great works of Mr. Wells include “The War of the Worlds”, “The Invisible Man”, “The Island of Doctor Moreau” and another one of my all-time favorites, “The First Men in the Moon.” Like Verne, Wells was a man far ahead of his time in what his imagination could conjure up.

So, there’s my totally subjective list of my favorite Top Ten Science Fiction Authors. Now it’s your turn. Share yours in the comment section. Maybe you’ll name some I’m not familiar with and it will give me recommendations for new authors to read.

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I’m Right And You’re Not!

Do you ever wonder how some people come to have an idea in their mind that they translate into fact, even though it may not be?

I was reviewing a document submitted by a worker who was responding to a complaint about a driver. The complaint stated the driver was speeding. The worker wrote that the driver was speeding and driving erratically. When I asked him to show me in the complaint where it stated the driver was driving erratically, he declared, “Speeding is driving erratically!” and became progressively more upset as I asked him to explain why he would equate the two.

I pointed out several examples where someone could be driving erratically, but not speeding (drunk drivers get pulled over all the time for driving under the speed limit but erratically), or speeding but not driving erratically (in full control of the vehicle), yet he simply could not see that the two were not synonymous. I finally had to just give him one of my looks and gently explain that, regardless of how he may interpret what was written (speeding) in the complaint, he could not add to the wording and to leave it as cited in the original complaint.

What was saddest to me, though, was that he was completely unwilling to even entertain the possibility that he might be wrong or, more importantly, be willing to change his perspective to look at something from a new direction or in a new and different light. Such close-mindedness is why some people never grow, never change and never expand their minds. All because they have an idea or thought and, no matter how wrong it may be, hold onto it as fact.

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“Are You A Writer?”

Such a simple question, really. Nothing nearly as earthshaking as, “Did you murder your wife, Mr. Wetherington?” or “Honey, why are you wearing my lingerie?” So, why did it seem to give me such pause that time felt as if it had slowed while I considered all the possible answers?

The occasion for the question arose during a visit to a local bookstore this past Saturday afternoon. I had a coupon and it was burning a hole on my pocket. I already had three possible books in mind when I entered the store and two, it turned out, were not available. The third, Stephen King’s “On Writing” was not where I expected it to be under Writer’s Resources so I asked the clerk if he could check his inventory computer. He did and the last copy in the store was located in the fiction section, of all places. As I was presenting my coupon and payment for the book, he asked me that simple, almost sublime question…

“Are you a writer?”

I felt as if I were a deer, caught in the headlights of that probing, surgically incising question.

Indeed, am I a writer?

Other than a few software reviews I wrote 6 or 7 years back for a local Computer Club publication, none of my work has been in the realm of print and while I fully embrace the new technologies which make it possible for all of us to be “writers” on the Internet, part of me is still “old school” in defining a writer as someone who has written work that has been published in print. A book, magazine, or newsletter even.

And that’s not me…yet.

On the other hand, over the last few years I have written for several personal blogs, two hyperlocal blogs (one where my ability was sought out by a huge newspaper publishing conglomerate), a couple of personal travel blogs and I write articles and reviews about one of my childhood (ok, and adulthood) hobbies for another media site.

And all of that is writing.

Yet I still imagine that if I answer “Yes” to the question of “Are you a writer?” the next question will be, “What have you written?” and for most people that question really means, “Show me your book or magazine article” and, alas, I have none. Yet.

So I finally answered, “Yes, but all of my work is online, nothing in print” and he proceeded to tell me about a local writer’s group, if I was interested, that met at the store each month. I might have been if I weren’t just visiting his fair city.

It occurred to me later that, more and more lately, I HAVE been thinking of myself as a writer. A neophyte, without doubt and with a great deal to learn about this craft, but still, a writer in thought and deed.

I have a long way to go and not much time to get there, but yes, I AM a writer!

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Saturday In Baton Rouge

Saturday morning I had a class I had to attend for work. I could do an entire post on how useless it was, but no one would care except those of us who had to suffer through it, and to the best of my knowledge no one who attended the class reads this blog, so let’s move on to the fun stuff.

After leaving the class I went downtown to visit the LSU Museum of Art and walk around the banks of the Mississippi River, which is still rising. The first photo below was taken on February 9th and I’ve included an arrow to show how much the river has risen to where it is in the second photo taken yesterday, where you can see people using the steps of the levee to walk into the river and how the steps and rails disappear into the still rising water.

The LSU MOA is a rather small museum (at least for what I would expect in a state capitol) but does contain some very nice pieces, ranging from work by Childe Hassam, an American Impressionistic painter, to Jackson Pollock’s abstract work to one of Andy Warhol’s most well-known piece of art.

I have several other photos up on my Flickr page, which you can view by clicking on the Flickr badge over on the right column.

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What Ever Happened To…?

For some reason I suddenly started wondering what ever happened to the guy, about a decade ago, who moved into an empty house and planned to get everything he needed to live (furniture, food, etc.) off the Internet without leaving the house for a year. Does anyone remember him or what happened to him? I seem to remember that he ended up leaving the house before the year, but I’m not sure. I tried several word combinations on Google and Ask.com trying to look up information on him, but came up empty.

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