Since this is Easter Sunday, it would be fun to tour the neighborhood and see if anyone has decided to decorate for Easter. We are catered by Quattro Gatti in Austin. Our entertainment is Pharrell Williams.
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with John W. Howell
Since this is Easter Sunday, it would be fun to tour the neighborhood and see if anyone has decided to decorate for Easter. We are catered by Quattro Gatti in Austin. Our entertainment is Pharrell Williams.
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If there was ever a need for coffee, it is now. Fingers drumming on the counter fail to rush the dreaded AI in charge of brewing the life-restoring beverage. Finally, a wheeze indicates that the aromatic liquid will begin its journey from the bowels of the fickle machine to my very welcoming cup. Yes, the trickle has started, and soon, the crema layer will form. Time for a sip and new awareness of the need for the clock.
Clock in hand set for March 30, 1924 for a duration of two hours. The plunger is pulled and we are tansported to Toledo Ohio. The US has enacted the eighteenth constitutional amendment that bans the sale and consumption of alcohol.
We have arrived in Toledo to witness the tradegy of 12 people poisened to death consuming denatured alcohol at a party. Denatured alcohol is used as a solvent and has additives that when injested are fatel. The police shief says it is a shame these folks didn’t know that they were drinking poisen. “It’s plain to see that whoever organized this party is responsible for these deaths.”
The alarm goes off and like a flying plane my carcuss is lofted to the couch for a soft landing. My text signal goes off and I see it is from Linda Hill. It reads:Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “plain/plane.” Use one, use ’em both, bonus points if you get ’em both in your post. Have fun! If you would like to see what other bloggers do with the prompt visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2024/03/29/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-30-2024/
Plain/Plane by John W. Howell © 2024
“Well you got the bonus points.”
“Yes I did.”
“You sure hauled out of there though.”
“I made a slight miscalulation on the time.”
“Well, that explains it.”
“Sad about those people.”
“Yeah. There was a lot of that.”
“It was plain stupid to drink that stuff.”
“Thos people ended up on a different plane.”
“Not like good old Voo Doo Ranger.”
“Speaking of which.”
“Ordered the Uber. It’s right over there.”

“Goodness what is that?”
“A 1906 Stanley Gentlemans Speedy Runabout.”
“How in the heck did you find that one.”
“The Stanley company went out of business in1924. I thought it would be a good tie-in to your post.”
“Okay then. Let’s go.”
“I call the running board.”
“Well if that’s what you want, you got it.”

Wishing you all a peaceful Good Friday
Today’s good news comes from the Good News Network
A community on the Loire in France has come up with a solar-powered idea that will clear two hurdles in a single leap.
The town of Saint-Joachim is located near the Brière marsh, a peat bog that becomes easily inundated with water. The local graveyard rests at 0 feet above sea level, and standing water has become a major problem.
The mayor eventually proposed covering the graveyard to divert the rainwater into catch tanks to water the grass around the cemetery and nearby sporting complex in the dry summer months.
Solar panels—clear, see-through ones, were also proposed for the otherwise basic overhead covering, with each resident receiving a letter explaining the proposal and asking for their opinion on the idea.
97% of Saint-Joachim’s residents liked the concept, and a power-sharing scheme was quickly determined whereby each resident would pay €5.00 for a share of the power generated there, which might be enough to supply around 1,000 people with enough solar power to save a couple hundred euro every year on their electric bills.
The power company in charge of the project designed an algorithm that gathers data on energy usage and determines how much each home needs to meet a fixed percentile of its overall consumption. That way, everyone, from a supermarket to the hairdresser to a single-family home, receives the same energy savings from the cemetery solar power.
The municipality will fully finance the €3.35 million ($3.6 million), 1.2-acre installation using a 7% property tax increase.
“I think it is a beautiful idea,” Éric Broquaire, a local resident and president of Brier’energie, told Euronews. “The purpose was to make it simple, to avoid someone saying, ‘Why don’t I have electricity for free?’ Everybody, even companies, will have the same level.”
The good news in this article is that a community has figured out not only a new source of energy but also a way to distribute it to the residents on a fair basis. Today’s JohnKu talks about fairness. I’m wishing you all a peaceful Easter weekend.
Fairness by John W. Howell © 2024
The distribution,
Of a scarce commodity . . .
Needs fairness also.

“The panther sneaks up on the puma with the intent of taking the bed.”
“The puma is fully prepared to ward off the attack.”

“The panther makes the first move.”
“The puma is now fully alert.”

“With a giant roar, the panther attacks.”
“The puma prepares to deflect the move and returns a growl..”

“The panther outflanks the puma.”
“The puma parries the thrust.”

“Mmumm emmumm”
“The puma buries the panther.”

“The panther takes a deep breath and is ready to go again.”
“Excuse me, but did the panther say, ‘I give up?'”

“‘Never surrender,’ the panther shouts.”
“The puma laughs and gets ready to end it all.”

“Okay, okay I surrender.”
“A very smart panther you are.”

“The panther can’t stand the tummy tickle.”
“You will do my bidding.”

“Yes, I will if you stop.”
“Maybe just one more tickle.”

“Sure looks like affection to me.”
“Yeah. That was a fun game. Okay no more tickling.”

“How about one kiss.”
“How about another rukus?”

Today, I’m happy to welcome Jacquie Biggar, New York Times best-selling author. Jacquie is here today to discuss her new book, Finding Me: The Defiant Sisters Duet- Book 2. Welcome Jacquie.
Thank you for sharing my new release on your blog today, John. It’s deeply appreciated!
A few years ago, a regular customer of my restaurant lost her husband to suicide. It shocked our small community and devastated her family. They seemed like a happy, loving couple, so what happened?
The same occurred to a famous, well-loved dancer called tWitch. He and his wife had three children, the youngest only two years old. And yet, he, too, is gone.
This led me to wonder (and worry) about the children left behind. How do they handle the loss of their father? Do they blame themselves? Each other?
The Defiant Sisters Duet is an exploration of two sisters, Renée and Izzy, affected differently by the loss and how it eats at the family’s dynamics.
Finding Me
Izzy
My life is not like I dreamed it would be. I had the foolish fantasy of finishing high school, going to college, making something of myself- maybe even becoming famous.
Instead, I’m the infamous kid of the father who killed himself in the family’s backyard.
How’s that for a legacy?
Renée
I came home for my mother’s funeral, but I’m staying to mend bridges with my sister. We have another chance, and whatever it takes, we need to come together as a family or live the rest of our lives knowing we let our brother down.
They say pride goes before a fall, but it doesn’t tell us how to avoid the scrapes along the way.
Excerpt:
My sister is here.
Joy sweeps through my chest, brushing away months of loneliness and pain, but hard on its heel, fury erupts, boiling up through my throat until I want to scream at her for not being here, for leaving us when we needed her most. She ran away days after Dad… and never came back, not even for his funeral. She left us to clean up the mess and deal with the aftermath in typical Renée fashion. She can’t just show up whenever she wants. My hands fist at my sides.
Battening down the maelstrom inside, I stride down the hallway, sparing a glance for Benjamin’s room, but the door is still closed. I’m relieved. The next few minutes will be ugly enough without him listening in.
The front gate creaks, warning me she’s close. Taking a deep breath to gather my armor around me, I tug on the sticky door and let the sun sweep over the threshold. Too bad it can’t warm the ice encapsulating my heart.
“What are you doing here?” They say the best defense is a strong offense. The sooner she gets the message I don’t want her here, the better. But then I look at her, and the years fall away, and we’re climbing trees and skipping rope again, and I want to hold her more than I want to breathe. She’s beautiful, but then she always was. I’m the Orphan Annie, the family’s black sheep. I can’t do this. My nails bite into the door, and I’m glad I’m holding it, or I might fall to my knees and beg her to stay, embarrassing us both. She has a life I know nothing about, and I have… Ben—it’s enough, it has to be.
Before I get the chance to regroup, she’s on me, her arms wrapping me in comfort and compassion. I freeze, taking it all in, eyes burning and heart crumbling. My knees wobble, threatening to give me away, and I press against her hold, wordlessly asking to be released from the torture. She tightens her grip as though she can absorb me into her skin, then slowly lets go, and I’m bereft.
Bio
Jacquie Biggar is an award-winning author of romance who has been listed on USA Today’s bestseller list. Her writing is centered around tough, alpha male characters who fall for strong and independent contemporary women. She resides on Vancouver Island with her husband and would love to hear from readers worldwide!

In her own words: “My name is Jacquie Biggar. When I’m not being a klutz, I’m a wife, a mother of one, a grandmother, and a butler to my calico cat. Watching reality TV shows such as The Voice and Amazing Race is one of my guilty pleasures. Every Monday night, you can find me laughing at the judge’s shenanigans as I’m plastered to my armchair. I love hanging out with my husband at the beach, taking pictures, and reading romance novels (what else?). I have a slight obsession with Tim Hortons, enjoy gardening, everything pink, and talking to my friends.”
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In Keith’s words: “Using this image (Below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really. Either put your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before the end of the week. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here. Thank you for taking part.
Keith’s post: https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2024/03/25/kreative-kue-425/
The photo:

Beach by John W. Howell © 2024
” You look like your thoughts are far away. What’s up?”
“Just wondering, is all.”
“About what?”
“Oh, I don’t know. The future, I guess.”
“Oh my. What started this path?”
“I think it was planning this vacation.”
“It has been glorious. You did a fabulous job.”
“I have enjoyed it too.”
“So why so glum.”
“I’m not glum. Just because I’m thinking of things doesn’t mean I’m unhappy.”
“You may say so, but I recall things differently.”
“Maybe your memory is flawed. You know that blast could have knocked a few screws loose.”
“Yeah, that was something, but I have all my facilities.”
“Look down the beach. It appears folks are rebuilding.”
“I’m amazed anyone is still here.”
“It is a miracle for sure. What was here before the blast?”
“You mean what city?”
“Yeah.”
“Los Angles.”
“Well, at least the beach is still here.”
“Ever the optimist.”

This post ran on January 29, 2018. I think it still has some merit.
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10 If you are at a gas station, do not buy and eat anything not in a sealed bag. If you do, at best, the food will be made today. At worst, you will be lucky enough to experience emergency room procedures firsthand. (Wow, that stomach pump was a real rush huh, Dalton?)
9 If you are at a gas station, do not think you can find that forgotten birthday present. If you do, at best, your lack of attention will be noted. At worst, that mug with the 7/11 logo will be coming back to you quicker than you imagined. (Who knew how fast a mug could travel and how hard it could hit. Right, Danny? Oh, and I would put some ice on that lump if I were you.)
8 If you are at a gas station, do not think the restroom is like home. If you do, at best, you’ll just look and move on. At worst, trying to use the bathroom without touching anything might not work well. (How you fell down is still a mystery, Darren. Also, I don’t think hand sanitizer is going to be enough for your whole body.)
7 If you are at a gas station, do not be rude to the help. If you do, at best, they will let you slip. At worst, Tiny, the WWF champ working there as part of his aggravated assault probation agreement, has just allowed the last rude customer to get by. (Looks like we have a straw that broke the camel’s back situation, Dane. I think I would make for the door and hope for the best.)
6 If you are at a gas station and the lines are long, do not insist on having a clerk run last year’s lotto tickets through the machine to see if you have a winner. If you do, at best, you will be told to come back when it is less busy. At worst, the people behind you will form a vigilante group and leave you tied up outside. (It seems like a drastic measure, doesn’t it? Dwane. Of course, most were grabbing some beer for the Superbowl, and kick-off was in ten minutes.)
5 If you are at a gas station, do not walk in the door in your ski mask. If you do, at best, no one will notice you since you are a customer. At worst, the guy behind the counter still has PTSD from the last robbery and has his finger on the panic alarm. (It was a little awkward explaining to the police you forgot about the mask, wasn’t it, Darrel. Now, with your hands cuffed behind your back and you on the floor, it is almost impossible.)
4 If you are at a gas station, do not fuel up and continue to puff on that cigar. If you do, at best, the wind will blow the fumes away. At worst, just when your tank is full and the automatic trigger doesn’t work, you realize there might be a massive fire. (Lucky you, Deven. You were able to toss that cigar well away. Next time, listen to me.)
3 If you are at a gas station, do not try to use the air pump. If you do, at best, it is out of order. At worst, you will feed it four quarters before you finally have enough air in your tire to limp to the tire store. (The worse part was skinning your knuckles on the rapid recoil of the hose, wasn’t it Doug?)
2 If you are at a gas station, do not ask for directions. If you do, at best, all you’ll get is a shrug. At worst, you’ll get directions that put you on county road three, which leads to the Twilight Zone. (What was it about that kid of eighteen with the wild stare that made you think he even knew where he was, let alone tell you how to get to grandma’s, Doyle?)
1 If you are at a gas station, do not ask if a mechanic is on duty. If you do, at best, you will be laughed out of the place. At worst, someone will pretend to be a mechanic with the result your car is now ready for auction. (All that beer and beef jerky should have told you something about their primary business, Damion.)
We are going to Lakeway City Hall to view Penny Jamrack’s art today. Her art is on display, sponsored by The Lakeway Arts District. Penny is originally from England but now spends time at her places in Australia, Montana, and Texas. She retired from software development to concentrate on her creative interests, especially watercolor and acrylic painting. She finds inspiration in the natural beauty of plants, birds, and animals. She is also very interested in portrait work, including those of famous musicians and political figures.
I have tried to take the best photos of the art. Sometimes, it is necessary to shoot at an angle to avoid light glare. I have not tried to capture the frames, so in some cases, they are cropped out.
We are catered today by Buenos Aires Cafe of Austin. Our entertainment is Rod Stewart.
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Penny Jamrack artist.

Mother Stork and Chick – Framed watercolor

Blue Jay – Framed acrylic on canvas

Monarch Feeding – Framed acrylic on canvas

Roseate Spoonbill – Framed watercolor

Puffin with Attitude – Framed watercolor

Red Shouldered Hawk – Acrylic on canvas

Bald Eagle on Branch – Framed acrylic on canvas

Hummingbird on Daisy – Acrylic on canvas

Snowy Owl Ice Dancing – Framed acrylic on canvas

Testing the Ice – Framed acrylic on canvas

Angry Tiger – Framed watercolor

Janis Joplin – Acrylic on canvas

Saguaro Sunset – Framed watercolor

Sir Elton John – Acrylic on canvas

Ruth Bader Ginsburg – Framed acrylic on canvas

Santa Fe Door – Watercolor

Andaman Sea Anemones – Acrylic

Weeping Desert – Acrylic
Well, that is the tour. Time now to relax, have some food, and listen to Rod Stewart
Come on, Columbian soothin’ syrup. Flow out those two spigots and give me the help I need to enable the thinking process. Oh, look, the liquid happiness is flowing. All I need is a sip, and the memories of this glorious room will return. Here is the sip. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
Here are the memories: The ceilings and windows give the feeling of the out of doors. When we moved in, the only piece of furniture we had was a futon. We sold our other place at the coast, which was fully furnished, so we had nothing. We bought the futon, knowing it would soon be gifted to the Salvation Army. Two people and two dogs were very cozy on that futon until the new furniture arrived.
We have been here for five years, and the room has changed slightly. The couches have been lowered twice: once for Twiggy’s rehabilitation from surgery and lately to keep Tempeste the puppy from running under them and doing things that should be done outside. The rug has been changed, and new art has been installed.
The room is the center of the home and is where we spend most of our time. The time clock is going to wait for next week since the word count is getting close to the limit. My text alert tells me Linda Hill has sent the prompt. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “Memories of the room you’re in.” Write about a memory of the room (or park, or gym, or where ever you are) you’re in when you write your post. Enjoy!
To see what other bloggers have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2024/03/22/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-23-2024/
Memories of the Room You’re In by John W. Howell © 2024
“How did you guys get along without furniture?”
“As weird as it sounds, we did quite well.”
“Where did you sit to eat?”
“We have a large kitchen counter that has room for seats. Our daughter loaned us bar stools.”
“Dishes?”
“Yeah, we brought a set from the coast.”
“Where did you sleep?”
“We bought a mattress and put it on the bedroom floor.”
“Why did you need a futon?”
“We didn’t have a place to sit, and it worked like a couch.”
“Was it long before the furniture arrived?”
“It was all special order, so it took some time. We found a couple of pieces by going to stores.”
“Sounds ghastly.”
“It was a good memory. Of course, being in my late 70s, getting up from the mattress was a challenge.”
“I can imagine.”
“Speaking of challenge, you haven’t mentioned VooDoo Ranger.”
“I guess I’ve been busy thinking of this old guy getting out of bed and trying to stand up.”
“Yeah, it was fun. I could have used a crane.”
“Speaking of.”
“Oh no.”
“Look at our Uber lift.”

“When you say ‘lift,’ that’s an understatement.”
“You like it then?”
“Dan Antion would love it. Yes, I like it. Looks like we both can ride in the cabin.”
“Can you imagine the looks when we get to the pub?”
“For fun, I think we should tell them we are here to raise the roof.”
“You know, for you, that was pretty good. Are you taking pills or something?”
“Just high on life, my friend. Let’s go.”

Today’s good news story comes from the Good News Network.
Ask most people around the country about the number of bookstores in their town over the last twenty years, and the answer will almost inevitably be that it’s gone down. However, the new Barnes & Noble in Papillion, Nebraska, is no anomaly—corporate bookstores are returning.
The new Nebraska location is part of a slate of openings envisioned to reach as high as 50 to 60 this year alone. These openings will follow up on the 31 openings from last year and match the booming book sales born during the pandemic and carried on into the post-pandemic world.
But the great news is that economic reports suggest that more than just corporate bookstores are flourishing; as the US book sales market continues to grow and diversify, the majority of the retail book market is controlled by small stores.
Yet further, this trend isn’t limited to the US but continues around the world, with 50% of all retail book sales, whether in Germany, India, or Nebraska, coming from the proverbial Shop Around the Corner.
“It’s so exciting,” said Janine Flanigan, Senior Director of Store Planning and Design with Barnes & Noble, when interviewed about the Papillion store opening. “We came to a screeching halt in terms of opening stores. We hadn’t opened stores in a very long period of time.”
Flanigan says the same thing about bookstores as Grand View Research, whose data were quoted above—that communities use bookstores as a gathering place to talk, meet, interact, and hold events.
“We opened 31 stores which is actually more stores than we opened in the past 10 years combined,” Flanigan told WOWT News 6, Omaha. “This year we’re looking to open somewhere between 50-60 new stores.”
While digital and technological forms of media such as eBooks, audiobooks, and long-form podcasts continue to grow at the highest paces, the physical book, bought in a physical store, has never lost its luster and continues to represent the largest chunk of book purchases nationwide.
The good news in this article is that we who write books should be glad to hear about the expansion of bookstores and that independent stores still hold the majority of book sales. Today’s JohnKu discusses readers. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Readers by John W. Howell © 2024
Chain stores expanding,
Is excellent news for us . . .
It means more readers.