Back from CT

I had a friend from Europe who said this about the United States: "No matter where you go it's always the same." 

Now, to be fair, we were driving from the deserts of southern California to the desert of southern Arizona by way of Las Vegas at the time he said this. Of course he was still making a gross generalization. There's differences in scenery between those deserts though I understand it's not going to be as drastic as, say, the difference between France and Germany.

Today, if he and I were talking, I might mention duckpin bowling as one of the differences between parts of the United States. To all of my friends in the west who've never heard of duckpins, it's this thing they do in the northeast. It's like regular bowling but much harder. They use these little bowling balls like the ones by my daughter in this picture.

What I've been up to (part 3)

So we saw the Mets play the Rangers. You'd swear I was a diehard Rangers fan from the way I've been seeing them lately.

They're going to tear down Shea Stadium after this season. The Mets are going to play in Citi Field, the stadium going up in the background. This is pathetic. Especially the name of the place. No matter how good the new ballpark, in a few years fans of opposing teams are going to call it "Shitty Field." I'm no comedy genius and I can see that. If you've got to have a sponsor for your field, pick a sponsor that you can't make fun of so effortlessly. If the Mets play .500 ball, then they're going to say, "The Mets are playing shitty like their field." And so on.

I hope Citibank is giving the Mets lots and lots of $$$. They're going to need it. Citi. . . shitty . . . it's all about a mindset.

Now that I've been there, take it from me that Shea is a perfectly good stadium. But what I really can't understand is why the Yankees are tearing down Yankee Stadium. That's the House Ruth Built.

What I've been up to (part 2)

This is the giant cross in Groom, TX - the biggest cross in the western hemisphere - a potential computer desktop background for the religious minded.
No, Johnbo didn't actually get in the pond. But those are the ducks of the Joplin, MO KOA outside of our Kamping Kabin. The ducks were great. They greeted us like my schnauzer Binga does but in an avian way of course.
Another inspirational computer desktop photo. This statue is of George Washington Carver as a boy taken at George Washington Carver National Historic Site near Joplin, MO. The woods behind him are where he lived and studied nature when growing up. Now all you need is a recording of the sounds of a brook and that's a whole bunch of nature there for you. Next thing you know you're going be all peaceful and coming up with hundreds of uses for all kinds of things too.
This is Eli Whitney's grave in New Haven, CT. Eli Whitney deserves his own National Historic Site if you ask me. His grave at the Grove Street Cemetery in New Haven, CT is about the best you can do. His museum in New Haven doesn't even have all that much on him - it's a kids summer camp. The cotton gin was a HUGE invention that changed the nation and the world and he made next-to-nothing for it.
Here I'm holding my rubber shoe next to the grave of Charles Goodyear. I'm saying, "Thanks, Charles, for the rubber things I use like the tires on my truck and the shoe."

Continued...

What I've been up to (part 1)

Yesterday John got on a plane for Nicaragua yesterday from Boston. He arrived safely. Friday, I should get to see my women. They're coming in on the train. Here's some of the things Johnbo and I have seen on the way to and around Connecticut. Cuba, MO. This is a cool little town with an idea any little town could copy for the sake of tourism. Get a resident to paint murals everywhere and call yourself the "City of Murals." I took a bunch of pictures of this place and if you want, I'll send them to you. Just ask.
We met up with my cousin Sean at the ballpark formerly known as "The Jake" in Cleveland and saw the Indians take on the Texas Rangers. I'd list the current name of the ballpark but I'm not getting residuals from the sponsor.
Seeing the "sites" at Springfield Armory, NHP in Springfield, MA. New England was big with weapon development - never realized that before. This is a cool park for those with military minds. Actually Samuel Colt could have been my neighbor if it was 150 years ago and I lived a little to the north of where I am living this summer in Hartford, CT. (To make it too clear: I'm living in Wethersfield, CT. Hartford is north of Wethersfield. I'm indicating that if I lived a little north of where I live that I'd be in Hartford, and thus, Samuel Colt's neighbor)

More to come...

The Department of Spirit Research is out in e-book!

It took a year to write and another year-and-a-half to edit. In December it was released, going at least as high as No. 22 on Fictionwise's list of best-selling science fiction novels.

And I didn't even know about it.

It was only after the madness of the holiday season was over that I got a chance to catch up on my e-mail and go shopping for something more to read on my Palm cell phone. There it was displayed in Fictionwise's newsletter and on their website doing very well for a first-time novelist.

It was a pleasant surprise to say the least.

This fine novel is also available at Ereader.com and, of course, from the publisher at double-dragon-ebooks.com.

SF Trails #2 is out!

Getting something you wrote in the mail with a nice cover on it is a great feeling. Science Fiction Trails #2 looks cool and it is. To find out how to get your copy shoot over to www.sciencefictiontrails.com .

Halloween Bounty

I don't remember getting anything too weird in my bag when I went trick or treating as a kid. A neighbor gave me an apple dipped in carmel once. Then there was that ball of popcorn.

Like I said, not too weird.

It's another case for today's kids. On recent Halloweens past mine have gotten toothpaste, tooth brushes, stickers and a can of tuna.

Here's a picture of some of the stranger bounty from Halloween 2007. You've got the bracelet that says "God's Team." There's the coloring book. Some Arabic candy and goodies. Another Bible tract. The "I Love Jesus" notebook. Halloween pretzels.

It seems to me the neighborhood we went trick or treating in got a tad judgmental. Is the Bible tract intended to make some kid a Christian who otherwise wouldn't be? Too late, ma'm. We already are.

As for the coloring book - who's going to want to color pictures about Halloween when they're regularly getting two to three hours of homework a night and it's after Halloween?

Are Halloween pretzels going to make a kid thinner than he otherwise would be?

If you really wanted to be a judgmental about the American society of 2007, how about passing out little cards with exercises printed on them? Card No. 1: The Push-up. Card No. 2: The Sit-up. Card No. 3: The Jumping Jack . . .

That's a business idea just for you, for free.

Nevertheless, trick or treating is a great tradition - one I sincerely hope lasts for many years. Getting the strange thing in the bag every now and then only adds to the fun.