
“What the hell?” is a question shouted out loud. Looking in my cup, there is one drop of coffee, after waiting on pins and needles for ten minutes. Grabbing the phone with the coffee machine app, it is quickly ascertained that my password has expired. Choosing a new password takes another ten minutes since various symbol and letter combinations are unacceptable.
Finally, the suggested strong-generated password is selected. It is now safely stored, god knows where in the cloud on a password chain that will never be found again. After a sip of the brain rescue fluid, the clock is secured.
The clock is set for June 8, 1924. The location is the Himalayan mountains in Tibet, and the time is one hour. The plunger is pulled, and we are transported immediately to the base of Mt. Everest.
English geologist Noel Odell catches sight of George Mallory and Andrew “Sandy” Irvine, two fellow members of a British expedition to climb Mount Everest, far in the distance, each man a “tiny black spot” silhouetted against the snow. By Odell’s reckoning, they are within about 800 vertical feet of the summit. It is the last time either Mallory or Irvine will be seen alive.
We do not know if Mallory ever reached the summit. His body was found in 1999, face down at 27,000 feet. He had a small camera that could have given information on whether or not the summit was reached. The camera and Andrew Irving’s body are missing. While contemplating the difficulty of climbing Mt. Everest, the alarm brings us back to the safety of the couch. There is a text from Linda Hill. It reads. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with a question.” Begin your post with the first question that comes to mind when you sit down to write your post. Bonus points if you end your post with a question, too. Have fun!
To see what other bloggers do with the prompt, visit Linda’s blog. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2024/06/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-8-2024/
Start with a Question by John W. Howell © 2024
“When was the mountain finally conquered?”
“On May 29, 1953, by New Zealand climber Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay, a Sherpa guide from Nepal.”
“Wow, that was a long time since 1924.”
“Yes, it was. When you figure the cold and lack of oxygen near the summit, it is no wonder so many have died in an attempt.”
“I wonder how many?”
“Since records have been kept beginning in 1922, 322 people have died on the mountain.”
“Goodness. I think I will pass on that bucket list item.”
“You had Everest on your bucket list?”
“Well, no, but it’s not going to be either.”
“I see. Do you think you could climb the Voo Doo Ranger hill?”
“Already ordered the Uber.”
“Don’t tell me.”
“Yup, that’s it over there.”

“A fully restored 1924 Model T Ford Tudor Sedan.”
“Yup, that’s it.”
“I am speechless. It is the same year we just visited.”
“I do have a question, though.”
“Yeah, shoot.”
“You opened this post with a story about your coffee machine password.”
“Yes. What’s the question?”
“What use is a password? Who the hell is going to steal coffee from a machine that sits in your kitchen?


















Rare white Crepe Myrtles.






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