Photo of the Day: One Big Gun!

April 28, 2009
BFG2009 (Big F--king Gun)

BFG2009 (Big F--king Gun)

For those of us who once played the computer game Doom here is the newest version of the BFG2009.
The picture is actually of a training gun, so don’t run out and try to purchase it.
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GM to Scrap Pontiac

April 27, 2009
'97 Pontiac Grand Am coupe

'97 Pontiac Grand Am coupe

GM announced today they plan to scrap the Pontiac line. It will become extinct as many before them.

I own one that has been one of the best vehicles I’ve ever had. It’s a ’97 Pontiac Grand Am coupe with the four cyclinder in it. Very economical and peppy too. My Dad owned a couple along the way. I remember one from the late 1950’s, but can’t remember the year. Think it was a 1959 model year.

'66 Pontiac StratoChief

'66 Pontiac StratoChief

Left is an advertising photo from the period. At the top of the post is a photo of what mine looked like in 1997 when it was spanking new.
Pontiac we will miss you very much.

Leaving Cheyenne by Larry McMurtry

April 23, 2009

leavingcheyennecover-l-mcmurtrayLately I’ve been doing lots of reading. I’m especially interested in reading those authors who focus on character and setting.

I just finished “Leaving Cheyenne” by Pulitzer Prize winning author Larry McMurtry. He wrote “Lonesone Dove” for which he won the Pulitzer for fiction. You may remember it was transformed into the great TV mini-series some years ago starring Robert Duvall and Tommy Lee Jones.

In this his second novel, he tells the tale of three unlikely western heroes. Gideon Fry, a serious rancher; Johnny McCloud, the free-spirited cowboy; and the woman they both love, Molly Taylor.

She loves them both and being independent refuses to marry either one of them. Tragedy follows them as their lives intertwine. The story plus the characters made me want to find out what happens to them. The reader cares deeply about them. Dialogue is used to great effect to advance the plot and define the character traits of each of them.

The tale is set in West Texas around the turn of the twentieth century. McMurtry is so adept at description he doesn’t have to go into long detail. Short but very sweet is an apt way of describing the result.

An extremely satisfying read by a truly great author. As a writer I was thinking “oh to write like this”.


Turning Sixty: Flash Fiction

April 20, 2009

Jake sat in the park people-watching and daydreaming. He had an inner sadness he couldn’t seem to shake.  His sixtieth birthday was tomorrow. What hit him was how fast the years had gone by and how few years remained. If he was lucky he’d have another twenty or twenty-five years.

Life so far had been a series of ups and downs, highs and lows.

He’d married, had kids, got divorced, and lived the single-life again, much to his dismay.

Somehow he’d lucked out and found another woman to love and put up with him. He married again, this time a much younger woman. He had kids again. He was happy, but his life was slipping away. Then the birthday jumped up to rouse his fears.

He found himself thinking more and more of his own inevitable death. He’d watched his father die. During the subsequent funeral his thoughts drifted to his demise and his own funeral. Death threatened and loomed. Religion told him death was not to be feared. It was the end of one life and the start of a new one.

Deep in his gut he believed death was the end. After all what made humans different from other life forms. When you die you cease to exist. The body decays and returns to the earth. When you’re dead, you’re dead.

He only hoped his wife and kids remembered him as a good man, but a man none the less. One who had good qualities, and also who had faults.

He visualized his funeral. The mourners came to pay respects, visit, and talk about him.

His body was lowered into the grave. Family and friends shed some tears, and then returned to the problems of everyday life. His mortal remains lay in the coffin in the cold ground. A headstone marked his final resting place. Maybe his wife and kids would come to visit his grave, and maybe not. He hoped they would come and find solace, especially his children.

Yells and squeals of delight shook him from the melancholy place he’d been. His wife and kids came running into the park. Arms of love surrounded him. Life was good, at least for now. Death was shunted aside until its inescapable return.

Steve B. Davis, 2009


The Cat and Her Staff

April 3, 2009
Jackie

Jackie

I know, I know another cat, but heck everyone else does it so why not me.

This is our present cat named Jackie. We acquired her a few months ago after the last one ran off and never came back. Jackie is an animal-shelter cat originally and is just over one year old.

Funny how all cats have their own unique personalities just like people. This one is primarily an indoor cat. She wants out, but only when birds or other cats are spotted through the window.

Favorite activities include,

  • ripping and tearing cardboard of any kind, especially boxes.
  • rendering toilet paper unusable.
  • putting on nightly performances of “tearing around the house, upstairs and down at rapid speed”.
  • disposing of any flowers entering the house.
  • checking out all table and counter tops to ensure they are free of debris or food.
  • following her staff everywhere around the house to make sure they are tending to her needs.
  • greeting all cat haters or those allergic to her kind whenever they visit. I assume she is using this as therapy to remove their fears. This is not always appreciated, but afterall she is trying to help.

Her household staff consists of,

  • Dad (me) who is the primary source of food, cleans the litter box, and provides protection from other staff.
  • Cindy who usually doesn’t care for the feline order, but actually likes Jackie. She advises Dad when the food dish is empty or the litter needs cleaning. I would call her an advisor.
  • Damian who is the nightly bedmate of Jackie. Provides nice blankets and a quilt for her nighttime comfort. Also acts as a play consultant.
  • Claire and Olivia, the twins, provide “rubies” and play opportunities.

So you can see she has staff to minister to her every whim and want. What else could a cat desire? A mouse or a bird would be nice from time to time, from Jackie’s point of view anyway.


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