Island In The Sand, Part XXX

Island In The Sand, Part XXX

ISLAND IN THE SAND PART XXX Star would have liked to do nothing but she couldn’t. The dwelling was seemingly impenetrable, except for the tiny openings created by the special weapon Sly and his band had been able to find and bring into action. That this was the second...
Island In The Sand, Part XXIX

Island In The Sand, Part XXIX

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XXIX   Star slept like she’d never slept in her life, awakening knowing that the depth of her sleep and her feeling of renewal and near total recovery was different from any other ‘get through the darkness of night’ experience of her life. She...
Island In The Sand, Part XXVIII

Island In The Sand, Part XXVIII

ISLAND IN THE SAND PART XXVIII Star looked into first Wren’s and then Jameson’s eyes before saying anything. Her stares were returned with the same stupefying looks she knew she had to be sending to them with her own facial expression. “Why can you not…” Star...
On the Road Again 2018, Hawaii Bound

On the Road Again 2018, Hawaii Bound

Dateline: July 31, Heading to Hawaii I love to tear United Airlines apart. I’ve been enjoying myself with that diversion, when I travel, down through the years. I think United was ready for me on this trip, however. The plane was half an hour late getting off...
On the Road Again 2018, New Etiquette

On the Road Again 2018, New Etiquette

Dateline July 31, 4:00 AM, Chicago I am at O’Hare with nothing to do. So, I’m watching the people, many of whom look like they were in that pod science fiction movie. No expression. Sitting outside a gate and just watching. I could write the lyrics to a...
On The Road Again 2018, O’Hare

On The Road Again 2018, O’Hare

Dateline: O’Hare Airport, 3:30 AM Not much traffic at O’Hare, what’s wrong? A guy walked up to the skycap just before me and then stopped, to let me go first. I demurred and thanked him. How nice to start the trip out that way. The skycap was totally...
Island In The Sand, Part XXVII

Island In The Sand, Part XXVII

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XXVII The artificial intelligence built into the complex was different than the one built into the house, and then there was Ninety-One, an artificial intelligence (possibly greater than the other two), and it was independently and strangely...
TWENTY THIRD DAY, 30 Days Has September

TWENTY THIRD DAY, 30 Days Has September

I scrambled, slid and crabbed my way through the low growing debris spread like small islands of living flora all over the mud flat I was trapped on. The NVA gunners had opened up high or were trying to take out the Ontos instead of shooting at a few scavengers trying...
Island In The Sand, Part XXVI

Island In The Sand, Part XXVI

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XXVI   The trip back down through the atmosphere of the earth was the most single satisfying experience of Star’s life. She sat in the chair she couldn’t see, next to Jameson and Val who were invisible too, and coasted downward at such a gentle...
Island In The Sand, Part XXV

Island In The Sand, Part XXV

ISLAND IN THE SAND  Part XXV Star lunged backward, the muzzle blast from the rifle was so close in front of her it seemed to explode with yellow fire all around her. There were seats in the conveyance and she found one by striking, and then bowling backward over it....
Island In The Sand, Part XXIV

Island In The Sand, Part XXIV

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XXIV The fateful words were heard by every member of Star’s band, but none reacted as she did. “I’ve killed him,” she breathed out, leaning into the wall at her side for support. “He was a long way from perfect, but he didn’t deserve to die,”...
Island In The Sand, Part XXIII

Island In The Sand, Part XXIII

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XXIII Once again, the entire band, from Star, Wren, and Jameson, stopped to stand and stare at the walls of the house in silence. “Did that thing just say the conveyance could fly off the planet? Jameson asked. There was no answer to his...
Island In The Sand, Part XXII

Island In The Sand, Part XXII

 ISLAND IN THE SAND  Part XXII   Star Black walked the short distance back to the living room where her band was once more gathering. “What lower story of the dwelling?” she asked, more to herself than to Jameson who stood by her side. “The lower story is not a story...
TWENTY-SECOND NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

TWENTY-SECOND NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

I stared at Jurgens, waiting for an apology I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear, and damned well knew I didn’t want to accept. The man was the epitome of a phrase I’d never used in my lifetime and had only heard about in occasional passing while I was in college. White...
Island In The Sand, Part XXI

Island In The Sand, Part XXI

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XXI   The single heavy door opened all the way all on its own as if powered by some unseen force. There was no sound which surprised Star. How long since the doors to the house had been open, and if they hadn’t been opened for many many years...
Island In The Sand, Part XX

Island In The Sand, Part XX

 ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XX   The trek through the whispering pines took more than an hour. Star made sure that they stopped along the way, every few yards, in order to reconnoiter and approach the building with extreme care. She couldn’t stop thinking about the pack...
Island In The Sand, Part XIX

Island In The Sand, Part XIX

 ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XIX   Star crouched down, her knees bent to allow her to move instantly in whatever direction might be required. She held the big rifle, a cartridge carefully inserted and locked in the chamber and the little safety lever pulled back to allow...
Island In The Sand, Part XVIII

Island In The Sand, Part XVIII

 ISLAND IN THE SAND  Part XVIII   They ran after the Ninety-One robot, as it accelerated, taking the railroad track passages in bouncing leaps, correcting its’ treads for directional control upon each landing. They made no effort to control the noise of their flight,...
Island In The Sand, Part XVII

Island In The Sand, Part XVII

  ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XVII   They all agreed on two things about the newfound rifles. They were too loud and shooting them hurt the shoulder, and sometimes the hand, of the person shooting them. Some sort of ear plugs would help with the sound, but there was...
THE TWENTY-SECOND DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE TWENTY-SECOND DAY, 30 Days Has September

Corporal Mike Riorden was the Ontos Commander, although everyone called him Rio, like the city because his roots were from somewhere down in South America. The Ontos crew loved the Ontos, and I was almost certain their love had little to do with the machine’s armor or...
Island In The Sand, Part XVI

Island In The Sand, Part XVI

 ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XVI   Sol and Tal emerged from the opening carrying what appeared to be long-barreled weapons. Each boy squeezed through the opening carrying one of the weapons vertically. The weapons were almost as long as the boys were tall. “Rifles,”...
Island In The Sand, Part XV

Island In The Sand, Part XV

   ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XV   Star stopped what she was doing and stood still. After a few seconds, she began to get control of both her emotions and her breathing. It was ridiculous to get mad at machines, no matter how sentient they might seem. It was like getting...
Island In The Sand, Part XIV

Island In The Sand, Part XIV

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XIV  Star was leaning against the back door to the operations center, when it opened. Star fell backwards, but her flipping body never hit the floor, as many small hands caught her and brought her to a halt in mid-air. Star didn’t hesitate or...
The Hustle, The Escalator of Life

The Hustle, The Escalator of Life

The Hustle, The Escalator, The Rush of Life. When you put the brakes on, by going on vacation somewhere far away, traveling abroad for a while, or simply holing up and pulling the cords out of the walls with respect to electronic equipment, you discover that life...
Island In The Sand, Part XIII

Island In The Sand, Part XIII

 Island In The Sand Part XIII  Star flipped in mid-air, brought her body around in a twist to land face down, her hands and knees ready to take the impact on the hard flooring. Her mind raced, but like a fast blinking strobe seemed to give her only brief shots of what...
Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, The Whales are Back

Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, The Whales are Back

Dateline: Oahu, Hawaii April 16, 2018 The whales are back. For two nights the coastal waters grew silent, the songs and cries of the whales went to places where humans have no clue. The great unknown under the sea remains just that, for the most part. Look up...
Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Bobby’s again

Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Bobby’s again

Dateline: Oahu, Hawaii April 15, 2018 Bobby’s Place The second box on the way back to the continental 48. What’s in the box? Well, nothing I have to indicate to the post office might be dangerous. But that’s it. I went to Bobby’s Market nearby....
Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Pride of America

Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Pride of America

Dateline: Oahu, Hawaii April 15, 2018 A ship in the night. The Pride of America, the big ship is called. 80 thousand tons and 921 feet long. Sailing out of Honolulu Harbor late on Saturday night. Norwegian owned, American built in Mississippi. 2100 passengers. Going...
Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Whales Again

Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Whales Again

Dateline: Oahu, Hawaii Aprile 12, 2018 The whales. They are dropping off the brats. I have worked out from the early morning calls and crying of the whales, between four a.m. and dawn, that the big pod of parents and relatives have some close-in pool not far from me...
Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Off the Grid

Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Off the Grid

Dateline Oahu, Hawaii April 12, 2018 Off the grid. The constant communications grid, that is. I have electricity, cards, gas, water and the rest, but no television and the newspaper available like some sort of grade school thing. It is night once again. Night for you...
Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Eeyore

Reflections From Hawaii, 2018, Eeyore

Dateline: Ohau, Hawaii April 11, 2018 Eeyore Eeyore of the Forty Acre Woods, of Winnie the Pooh fame, has nothing on the character that has appeared across from my pool at the abode. There’s a bush over there and it looks every bit like Eeyore, either that or I...
Reflections from Hawaii, 2018, More Whales

Reflections from Hawaii, 2018, More Whales

Dateline: Oahu, Hawaii April 10, 2018 A whale.  Just one single whale spume, flying up at 6:52 am about half a mile out or a little bit less. What does that mean? That means the whole whale thing is not the figment of my imagination. So, the adventure of the whales...
Reflections from Hawaii, 2018, Nightfall

Reflections from Hawaii, 2018, Nightfall

Dateline: Oahu, Hawaii April 9, 2018 Last night I was up late.  I go to bed late and I get up early. What is that? Going all the way back to after I got home from Vietnam. Now, I’m not up looking for some enemy who can’t possibly be out in the night....
Reflections from Hawaii, 2018, Whales

Reflections from Hawaii, 2018, Whales

Dateline: Oahu, Hawaii April 7, 2018 Do whales cry at night, or sing, or whatever? I am a couple of miles from pods of passing whales, as they do in large numbers in this part of the world. A beaten rock shore sits right at the edge of my principal abode where I am...
Island In The Sand, Part XII

Island In The Sand, Part XII

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XII   The draw of the storage room was so magnetic and great that Star could not stop herself from surging forward, down the extended steps and into the near end of the giant cavern. “Wren, go and get the kids,” Star ordered, the idea of having...
THE TWENTY FIRST NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

THE TWENTY FIRST NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

It was an impossible mission but there was no other way. Nobody in the company was going to make it up the backside of Hill 975 without getting blown to smithereens no matter how it was done. The first time they’d gone up the back side of the connection plateau had...
The Island In The Sand, Part XI

The Island In The Sand, Part XI

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part XI   Star pulled the remains of the arrow shaft from Val’s wound gently, but steadily. There was little blood, which surprised her. The boy grimaced with pain but only after she used the alcohol and Kleenex to swab the area clean of congealed...
The Island In The Sand, Part X

The Island In The Sand, Part X

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part X   Star and Jameson stepped carefully away from the end of the plank, slightly distancing themselves from one another. Slowly, they circled the power plant until they could see the tunnel entrance in the distance. They moved together toward...
Island In The Sand, Part IX

Island In The Sand, Part IX

Island In The Sand Part IX   Star awakened at the beckoning of a soft, distant, voice. “Only Star Black, Administrator, please attend,” flowed softly across the floor to her ears. She turned her head, trying to figure out what ‘attend’ meant. “Oh, Jordan,” she...
THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY, 30 Days Has September

The sounds of the Bong Song’s nearby rushing waters, the whap whap whap of the descending chopper’s supersonic blade-tips rotating, and the rest of the valley background sounds all faded into non-existence, as four Skyraiders came down the valley from the north, no...
Island In The Sand, Part  VIII

Island In The Sand, Part VIII

Island In The Sand Part VIII Star stared at the complex design of the underground railroad and power station. She wondered if it was even more than that, but her imagination could barely take in what they’d found already, much less even more. There was one question...
Island in the Sand, PartVII

Island in the Sand, PartVII

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part VII  Star’s eyes popped open and with a start, she sat up. Something had awakened her, but nothing she could identify by glancing in every direction around her. The band had hiked deep into the dark tunnel to avoid the bright light shining down...
Island In The Sand, Part VI

Island In The Sand, Part VI

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part VI   Star continued to move ever downward, feeling more secure with each order of “one step” she called down to the kids roped together below her. The rungs were made of smooth hard metal, but after so many hard grasps of their surface and...
March To A Different Drummer…

March To A Different Drummer…

MARCH TO A DIFFERENT DRUMMER Dateline: Lake Geneva February 21, 2018   You cannot hear my drummer and I don’t always either. My drummer beats two snare drums, one of fiction and one of fact. I cannot tell the difference between the beats and I think the drummer...
Island In The Sand, Part V

Island In The Sand, Part V

ISLAND IN THE SAND Part V Star motioned behind her to keep the children back. The chamber they’d discovered was stunning, not so much for its huge size but even more than that because it had obviously been built by the men and women who’d preceded the impact of the...
Honor Off The Glory of Russia Cape, Part Three

Honor Off The Glory of Russia Cape, Part Three

HONOR OFF THE GLORY Of RUSSIA CAPE Part Three Donald snaked across the deck toward the closed door once more. He felt energized, the pain from his head wound gone, the warm fuzzy glow from the morphine a memory. He was headed straight for the light switch on the...
Honor Off The Glory of Russia Cape, Part Two

Honor Off The Glory of Russia Cape, Part Two

HONOR OFF THE GLORY Of RUSSIA CAPE Part Two Donald injected the morphine into the muscle of his left thigh, making sure not to hit a vein. It was called skin-popping, and using only muscle penetration he could float like a butterfly instead of passing out and losing...
Honor Off The Glory of Russia Cape, Part One

Honor Off The Glory of Russia Cape, Part One

HONOR OFF THE  GLORY OF RUSSIA CAPE Part One The ship ran hard into the arctic night, beating solidly into each steeply bent swell before being forced up and over, its double steel hull built more for pushing through broken ice than cutting through raging ocean seas....
TWENTIETH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

TWENTIETH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

I holstered Tex’s Colt .45 automatic that I had used half my canteen water to boil clean earlier. I had no oil but I knew there had to be some kept by others in the company I could get later. The Colt would operate just fine with no oil at all but only as long as it...