Top Ten Things Not to Do at the First Hot Air Balloon Launch in 1783.

Image by susannp4 from Pixabay

 

This week marks the anniversary of the first hot air balloon launch in Versailles, France, in 1783. Since this was the beginning of man’s desire to fly, you must go. Please take this list with you to avoid an incident with the French (challenging to do) or a time-continuum disruption that could be catastrophic. This post was first run on September 19, 2019.

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the First Hot Air Balloon Launch in 1783.

10 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not try to buy a ticket. If you do, at best, they’ll tell you no. At worst, the head guy will inform you this trip is for animals only. (Do not give in to the temptation to moo like a cow, Javier. The first animals on the trip were a sheep, a rooster, and a duck.)

9 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not ask Tiny the WWF champ for a selfie with you. If you do, at best, Tiny will think you are kidding. At worst, Tiny, who just left his anti-witchcraft support group, will think you are trying to take his soul. (I’m not saying Tiny is superstitious, but I’m not sure that phone is going to survive a foot stomp and water bath, Jagger. Also, Tiny has the same thing in mind for you.)

8 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not attempt to communicate in French. If you do, at best, no one will acknowledge that they understand you. At worst, you will give yourself away with your obnoxious American accent. (Now you’ve done it, Jessie. These folks will want to know how you got here and why your damn revolution started in the first place. Please don’t say, “Je ne sais pas.” You’ll just make it worse.

7 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not admire the Palace of Versailles in front of the mob. If you do, at best, most will not hear you. At worst, you happen to make your comments to Robespierre and his friends. (If you recall, the French Revolution began in 1789, just five years from now. These Robespierre heavies look like bad hombres. Let’s just hope you are back home in 1789.)

6 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not make jokes about where the French get all their hot air. If you do, at best, you’ll get a couple of laughs. At worst, the guys in charge of heating the air will put you on wood-chopping duty. (You have to admit it, Joaquin. Life was more comfortable before all the hot air jokes. That ten-pound ax sure gets its name, honestly, huh?)

5 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not order a waffle from the breakfast cafe. If you do, at best, no one will know what you are saying. At worst, the cafe owner will be horrified and call the gendarmes. (You see, Jimmy, when you ordered a gaufre (or waffle in French), your accent was so bad the owner thought you had requested a gopher. Either way, anything but bread and coffee is considered uncivilized.)

4 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not ask the balloon owner how much he paid for the balloon. If you do, at best, he will walk away. At worst, he will take you for an ugly American and tell you to mind your business. (Then the crowd will wonder who you are, Johnny, and will start to figure out you are an alien. Time to hit the Wayback Machine.)

3 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not make comments about the snails being served for lunch. If you do, at best, someone will take yours. At worst, those in attendance will wonder where you are from and how come you have not been raised right. (Couple that with your accent, Jonas and you might earn a ticket to the guillotine testing facility.)

2 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not do a lot of smiling at people. If you do, at best, some will think you have gas. At worst, most of the French will assume you are an ax murderer. (Yeah, the French don’t smile much at strangers, Julien. You are making them uncomfortable, a feeling they will want to reciprocate.)

1 If you are at the first balloon launch, do not comment on the inclement weather. If you do, at best, you’ll get a “what’s new” shrug. At worst, several folks you meet will ask you to do something about it. (This is a new one, Jim. I hope you are prepared to produce miracles.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Lakeway Cornhole Tournament

Today we are going to the cornhole tournament in Lakeway. We are catered by François of Austin, and our entertainment is Queen.

 

Menu

Boneless Wagyu – Short Ribs Bourguignon – bacon lardon/pearl onions/mushrooms/pomme mousseline

Coq au Vin – bacon lardons/mushrooms -mafaldine pasta

Duck 2 Ways – roasted breast/confit leg, stone fruit / orange ginger sauce

Stuffed Lamb Tenderloin -spinach/mushrooms prosciutto/cassis sauce

Center Cut 10oz. Filet Mignon

Pappardelle – rabbit ragout / cèpe mushrooms

Mafaldine Pasta – woodland mushrooms à la creme / roasted pearl onions, fine herbs/parmesan reggiano

King Salmon fennel confit/burgundy onions / beurre rouge

Gulf Red Snapper – celeriac pomme puree / jumbo lump crab meat capers / beurre blanc /

Dover Sole “Grenobloise”capers / lemon / brioche croutons / beurre noisette

Crab Stuffed Maine Lobster Thermidor rice pilaf / gruyère cheese tarragon vin blanc sauce

Picture of an old time school bus

Come on. Let’s go.

There’s the sign.

Spectators are ready.

Prizes for the winning teams.

City Council Member Ket O’Brian (C) taking a selfie with Ricky Gavit (L), Assistant Director of Parks and Recreation, and a Parks and Recreation staff member (R)

The sponsors of the event – Lakeway Civic Corporation

Beanbag in the air.

Jumbotron for a move after.

Looks like a good shot.

Another competitor lets it fly.

Back at cha.

Field of dreams

 

Time now for some food and music. I hope you have a great week.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Inner/Outer”

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

Sometimes understanding the inner workings of the coffee machine is difficult, given its expressionless exterior. The machine certainly has inner quirks that show up as a lack of performance. For example, this morning everything looked normal as the machine was powered up. Then this message appeared briefly on the touchscreen.

The normal screen appears, but the mystery of the machine’s message is still with me. Two touches of the coffee icon produced a normal hot, steaming 8oz cup of soothing syrup, whose aroma began calming the Notre Dame Marching Band sound in my head from not enough caffeine. The first sip went further, and all that is left is a slight sound of that tiny triangle, which is seldom heard. The second sip is accompanied, as we all know, by the cacophony of the combination of the Doorbell Westminster chimes and the rock-crumbling bark of Twiggy and Tempeste warning the idiot who can’t read the “Do not ring the doorbell sign that death is imminent. A quick toss of a couple of Bennie Bomes into the soundproof room, followed by a door slam. The quiet reverberates like Disturb’s Sound of Silence

A look at the security monitor confirms that the doorbell ringers are Laurel and Hardy. With a sigh, the security shutdown process is begun.

The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above front door fed. The vat of boiling oil set to warm.  Monty Python’s Harmless Little Rabbit’s cage is closed. The front door is opened.

Hardy steps forward to hand me the clipboard and envelope. Laurel taps him on the shoulder. He responds by asking Laurel to give him a minute. Laurel continues to tap. “What is it?” Hardy demands. “You are standing on my foot.” The clipboard goes back with a fiver attached, and once inside, the envelope is opened to reveal a message from Linda Hill

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “inner/outer.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link:

https://lindaghill.com/2026/09/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-september-26-2026/

Inner/Outer by John W. Howell © 2026

‘I see you repeated using the prompt.”

“Yeah, I have been getting a lot of folks who wonder where the prompt was used.”

“You could bold it.”

“But then the dialog turns into prose.”

“Too complex for me. How did you choose Laurel and Hardy today?”

“They are a favorite of mine.”

“They say slapstick humor is the lowest kind.”

“I never said I was sophisticated in my laughs.”

“I do think they are funny.”

“As a kid, I loved watching them. I saw a few reels recently, and they are still funny.”

“I’ll take your word. I haven’t seen them in years.”

Speaking of years, did you call Uber?”

“Yup. Right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“Now you are talking. I get dibs on the stretcher.”

“Not sure that’s going to happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because there is a catch.”

“Of course there is. What is it?”

“We have to transport a guy from the hospital to the care facility.”

“Why the heck do we get into these situations?”

“It’s all about the money. The trips are free.”

“I think paying would be better.”

“Ah, come on. Think of the experiences. You know first aid, don’t you?”

“Huh? No, I don’t.”

“Don’t tell the driver. I told him you did.”

“What if something happens?”

“It won’t. The guy is perfectly healthy.”

“Why is he in an ambulance then?”

“He is 102 years old.”

“Great. What if he has a heart attack or something?”

“Just follow the directions on the defib machine.”

“Give me a Voodoo Ranger.”

“You’ll be fine.”

 

 

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – Fri-Yay/Good News

Today’s good news comes from Vogue magazine and was sent to me by a reporter-at-large, Noelle Granger

Angelita Eriksen and Tamara Singer of Lofoten Seaweed.Morten Munthee

Meet the Women Leading Norway’s Seaweed Revolution

By Stephanie Gavan

It’s still dark as I pick my way down a rocky path toward the sea. The air is as cold as you’d expect from a Norwegian winter, but the wind is still—a small mercy as I peel off my robe and slide into my wetsuit. I’m preparing to dive, not for fish, but for seaweed, a natural resource that is plentiful in this part of the world.

For centuries, the story of these wind-whipped northern shores has been told through the lens of the male-dominated fishing industry. But today, a seaweed-based movement led primarily by women is rapidly reshaping what it means to eat, farm and live sustainably.

Photo: Courtesy of Lilløy Lindenberg

“It’s like a tropical rainforest of seaweed that grows around just this tiny island,” explains Antje de Vries, emerging from the water with a handful of ribbon-like sugar kelp. Antje—a chef and ecotrophologist—runs the plant-based kitchen at Lilløy Lindenberg, a private island retreat off the coast of Bergen where I’ve been spending the weekend. I zip up my wetsuit and join her, gliding past colorful starfish and sea urchins in search of those tendrilling fronds. Two nights earlier, I’d joined Antje for ‘Kelp Club’, a roaming, nine-course supper where each dish has been made or infused with hand-harvested seaweed from this very fjord. “Fermenting, dehydrating, caramelizing, searing,” she raves, “what you can do with it is endless.”

Antje de Vries in the sea near Lilløy Lindenberg.
Photo: Courtesy of Lilløy Lindenberg

 

Her enthusiasm is far from an isolated culinary quirk. As the UN warns, we must cultivate the oceans to prevent food insecurity by 2050; these northern coasts are fast becoming a testing ground for a new ecological framework. Seaweed has unique potential to scale sustainable, nutrient-dense food supplies, requiring no arable land, fresh water, or synthetic fertilizers. It produces up to sixty percent of the world’s oxygen, absorbs dissolved nitrogen and captures carbon at rates that rival rainforests.

Little wonder, then, that the global seaweed market has more than tripled over the last two decades. And that’s to say nothing of the plant’s mind-boggling health benefits. Packed with iodine, essential minerals, and gut-stabilizing compounds, research shows that ocean-grown plants act as natural antibacterial agents and help regulate blood sugar—a primary reason why seaweed-rich diets in coastal Asian nations are consistently linked to longevity and lower rates of chronic disease.

Photo: Bruno Veiga / Courtesy of Lilløy Lindenberg

But long before global institutions began hailing seaweed as a future food, Angelita Eriksen knew it only as a nuisance; a weed that tangled her father’s boat propellers in the Arctic waters of the Lofoten Islands. It wasn’t until she returned home after many years abroad that her perspective started to shift. “I was blown away by its nutritional benefits, the taste, and its environmental impact. I called everyone that had ever mentioned it.” In doing so, she reached out to Tamara Singer, who was familiar with seaweed by way of her Japanese heritage. Together, they founded Lofoten Seaweed, a business that creates seaweed-based products from salts and sprinkles to seaweed-enhanced beauty products.

Tamara Singer of Lofoten Seaweed.
Photo: Morten Munthee / Courtesy of Lofoten Seaweed

Initially, local fishermen laughed at the sight of two women gathering weeds in their baskets. “It’s a tough, male-dominated environment,” says Angelita. “Many people didn’t understand what we were doing.” But as the company grew—eventually earning a spot on the menu at Copenhagen’s famed Noma and representing Norway at the prestigious Bocuse d’Or in Lyon—that skepticism turned to respect. Though seemingly novel, their work belongs to a much older, global tradition of women working with seaweed. For 3,000 years, Japan’s legendary Ama ‘sea women’ have freedived to harvest kelp. Centuries later, in Victorian England, women—banned from scientific institutions—took up beachcombing, where their work formed the backbone of modern seaweed classification. Today, across coastal Zanzibar and Tanzania, the seaweed sector is roughly 80% female-led and has transformed local communities by placing financial independence and civic leadership directly in women’s hands.

Angelita Eriksen of Lofoten Seaweed.
Photo: Morten Munthee / Courtesy of Lofoten Seaweed

“Here in Lofoten it goes way back to the Viking ages,” Angelita explains, “when women would stay back to run the farms while the men were gone. Seaweed harvesting was something they could do while staying at home with their children. It’s a tradition we have forgotten in modern society, but sometimes the older generations approach us and say, ‘You know, I also picked seaweed as a child.’” This return to ancient ways of working signals a wider cultural shift, as policymakers begin transitioning from dominance over nature to stewardship. “From a female perspective, it makes sense to work with the ocean in a more sustainable, harmonic way,” explains Tamara. “It’s kinder, not so brutal. Success for us means helping to make things better—people’s health, the environment.” Unlike fishing, which begins and ends with the catch, seaweed cultivation demands continuous care. You cannot over-harvest a reef without destroying your own livelihood; to gather from the ocean, you have to nurture it.

Photos: Morten Munthee / Courtesy of Lofoten Seaweed

“That feels like a uniquely female strength,” Antje reflects. And this more nourishing way of relating to the natural world extends to how these women physically encounter the ocean, too. While male commercial divers often layer up in thick, insulated drysuits, Norway’s female harvesters almost always wear wetsuits. It’s an intentional choice to forgo total protection in favor of tactile intimacy. “We’re feeling the water,” Antje says, her gloves deliberately worn thin at the fingertips. “I think that’s really important, that synchronization with nature. Feeling the elements is something we’re all missing.”

Last year, the EU endorsed algae as a key resource for the Continent’s green and blue transition. So far, Norway is leading the charge, piloting large offshore farms along its coastlines while investing in R&D initiatives like Arctic Seaweed and Seaweed Solutions. Advocates like Antje and founders like Angelita and Tamara are ensuring that gender parity is woven into the movement’s DNA from day one. But even as these projects begin to scale, their purpose remains the same: a conscious move away from extractive practices and toward a more restorative approach to our oceans. “It’s the birthplace of all on Earth, right?” Antje offers with a smile. For these women, seaweed isn’t just a superfood, but a way to reshape our relationship with the wild. And in tending to the ocean, we may just find our way back.

The good news in this story is the efforts to take a restorative approach to ocean commerce.

Today’s JohnKu talks about sustainable farming. I hope you have a super week.

Forever by John W. Howell © 2026

Nature has bounty,

But we must use it wisely . . .

Conserve where you can.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempest Outside

“Tempeste. What are you doing over there?”

“I’m thinking there was some kind of wild animal that came through here.”

“Wild animal? What kind of wild animal?”

“I’m picking essence of rhinoceros.”

“You have gotta be kidding me.”

“No, I’m quite serious.”

“The last time I looked, there have been no Rhinos here.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“Because they live in Africa, not Texas.”

“Who’s to say one or two haven’t jumped on a boat and snuck into Texas?”

“I think you have an active imagination.”

“That may be. What if I told you I’m picking up a giraffe, too.”

“I would say you have been reading too many books on animals.”

“Well, laugh if you must. Don’t come to me if you get run over by a Rhino.”

“To prevent that I think it’s time for a nap.”

“I could sure use one too.”

“Rhinoceros indeed.”

“Don’t say I haven’t warned you.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt- “Shines”

Today I randomly opened The Last Drive to page 181. With my eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger is “Shines.” That is our prompt today.

Shines by John W. Howell © 2026

“Look how the lowering sun shines on the water.”

“I know. It makes the surface look like silver dollars.”

“It is just beautiful.”

“I’m so glad we came to the beach today.”

“Oh, I am, too. It has been a lovely day.”

“Of course, it is getting late and will be dark soon.”

“I know. I just hate to leave, though.”

“I guess we could stay and see the sunset.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“There is something really special about ending the day on the beach.”

“It won’t be a problem getting home in the dark, will it?”

“No. I have great night vision, unlike some.”

“That is comforting.”

“We just have to watch out for other crazies, is all.”

“I can help with that.”

“Then it’s settled. We’ll stay for the sunset and leave after.”

“You’re the best. Do you know that?”

“Aw. You say the nicest things.

“Should we stop for dinner on the way?”

“That would be fun. Who wants to do dinner after a long day? In fact, I know of a place.”

“How fun. What place?”

“Sonic drive-in. It’s on the way.”

“You sure we can get something?”

“Are you kidding? Those humans drop food all over the place.”

“Will they mind?”

“A couple of starlings grabbing a fry off the parking lot will never be noticed.”

“You are so wise. Oh look. The sun is starting to dip below the horizon. How romantic.”

“It is.”

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do in an Elevator

This post was published on September 9th, 2019. Since we still take elevators, I think it might be useful

Top Ten Things Not to Do in an Elevator

10 If you are in an elevator after inspecting the inspection document, do not mention that the inspection date is overdue. If you do, at best, you have already reached the ground floor. At worst, you are on an express that has 50 levels to go. (Well, you lucked out, Jack. No one on the elevator has a bucket of tar and a feather pillow.)

9 If you are in an elevator, do not stand too close to Tiny the WWF champ. If you do, at best, Tiny is busy worrying about the creaking cable. At worst, Tiny, who just left his OCD workshop, has decided his personal space needs to be enlarged. (Yes, Jeremy Tiny is suggesting that you get off at the next stop. I would take the hint which is far better than a full helicopter spin toss-off.)

8 If you are in an elevator, do not think of the big gulp soda you just had before getting on. If you do, at best, you only have a few floors. At worst, the downward motion of the elevator will give you a challenge. (It is not up to me to say, Joel but finishing your tour of the Empire State building with a 32 oz soda might not have been a genius move. Have faith only 100 floors to go. Yeah, that swishing sound does remind me of running water. How about you?)

7 If you are in an elevator, do not open that container of take out garlic chicken. If you do, at best, everyone in the elevator has had garlic for lunch. At worst, your lunch will be a feature on the evening news. (The report about the hazmat emergency in your building was a source of embarrassment huh, Jesse? That photo of you being booked as a chemical warfare terrorist was especially unflattering. I don’t think orange is your color.)

6 If you are in an elevator, do not think you can make room for those giant packages from Ikea. If you do, at best, everyone will get off. At worst, the four people who were bumped and bruised all have excellent lawyers. ( Might be more comfortable to settle out of court, Jeffrey. Those four plaintiffs have formed a class action suit against you. The one with the black eye seems the most unforgiving of all. The others not so much.)

5 If you are in an elevator, remind everyone that your pet lion is friendly. If you do, at best, one or two may pet it. At worst, the first roar may cause a mass evacuation. ( And even a few might get off, Judah. Please give everyone else your card and the name of your cleaner.)

4 If you are in an elevator, do not hum a song. If you do, at best, everyone has earbuds and won’t hear you.  At worst, the occupants will consider you psychotic. (You must wonder why you only made it to the first stop, Jasper. The vigilantes declared you unfit for a further ride. Don’t worry, another will be along shortly. This time stay quiet.)

3 If you are in an elevator, do not look at anyone. If you do, at best, they will be looking at their shoes and miss the connection. At worst, you’ll make eye contact with that big guy in the back. (Now you’ve done it, Jonah. That big guy needs to ask someone if they can spare $5.00 for a train ride back to Connecticut. All you have is a ten? Maybe he will make change.)

2 If you are in an elevator, do not continue your cell phone call. If you do, at best, everyone will be interested in how you know Taylor Swift. At worst, the most annoyed may just take your phone from you. (I think if you ask nicely, they’ll give it back, Josh. Ooops my bad. Looks like you might need a new one.)

1 If you are in an elevator, do not practice emergency procedures in case the cables break. If you do, at best, you’ll be tossed after thirty seconds. At worst, the rest of the occupants will start jumping up and down to try and time hitting bottom in the up position. (As luck would have it, Jaden the cable does break under the weight of twenty folks jumping up and down. Don’t worry, there is an automatic brake system. Well, there should be an automatic brake.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Friday Night Fever in Lakeway

“Today we are going back to Friday night. The Lakeway Arts Committee organized a Friday Night Fever Street Dance.  Here is what they said:

Bring your blankets, lawn chairs, snacks, drinks and dancing shoes for an evening of live music under the stars! This FREE, family-friendly concert is the perfect way to enjoy a night out with friends and neighbors.

Buffaloe and the Heard is a high-energy band that blends original music with crowd-favorite covers spanning a wide variety of genres. Their performances feature approximately 80% covers and 20% original songs, with a signature sound often described as ‘Dave Matthews meets Tom Petty meets James Brown.'”

We are going to time trip. ATX Cocina of Austin is catering. Our entertainment is (of course) Martha and the Vendellas.

Menu

arroz verde – poblano scented rice tamal, duck confit,sprout salad, serrano vin, chicharron
pollo al achiote – achiote-marinated half bird, salsa macha verde, red pepper chile atole, seasonal ensalada
pescado divorciado – salsa diabla, mojo de ajo, citrus herb ensalada
salmon epazote – epazote double cream, sikil pak, herb salad
crab relleno – smoked honey cornbread stuffed Anaheim, jumbo lump blue crab,
charred tomatillo sugo, tamarind
pork chop – burnt pineapple-habanero butter, xni-pek, guajillo barbeque sauce
barbacoa prensado – beef cheek, roasted peanut salsa, epazote, seared mushrooms, puffed amaranth
carne asada – citrus marinated wagyu skirt, salsa bandera con nopal nixramalizado,
salsa verde tatemada
filete de lomo – black angus tenderloin, blistered shishitos, pipian verde, cebollas, salsa seca
16oz prime ribeye – mole frijol, toreados

Picture of an old time school bus

Let’s get on the bus.

There’s the sign. We are in the right place.

The space for dancing in the street has been marked off.

A welcome to attendees.

Buffolo and the Heard begin the concert.

Chairs and relaxation.

A sweet little dog attended.

Some folks like the grass.

Time to relax and chat. (Hope that wine isn’t open)

Forgot chairs – No problem. The Arts Committee has you covered.

The band plays on.

We need to relax, eat, and enjoy the entertainment we brought along. I hope you have a great week

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Typo”

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

The cofee (whoops. A typo) machine stands like a beacon in the post-apocalyptic world of my head during caffeine withdrawal. The steady flow of soothing elixir brings appetizer-like aromas that promise relief. The first sip stops the zombie moans in my brain. The second is accompanied by the combination of the Westminster Chimes of the doorbell and the eardrum-puncturing baying of Igor’s hounds in Twiggy and Tempeste’s reaction to the chimes. A quick toss of two knuckle bones into the soundproof room, followed by the slamming of the door, brings a Deep Purple Hush back to the room.

A glance at the monitor shows Chip and Dale, the chipmunks, each holding either a clipboard or a letter. Since talking to them is futile, the security shutdown process begins.

The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above front door fed. The vat of boiling oil set to warm.  Monty Python’s Harmless Little Rabbit’s cage is closed. The front door is opened.

Chip hands me the letter and Dale the clipboard. When signed, the clipboard goes back to Dale with a fiver under the clip. Thinking that they might have a problem with the money, a bag of unshelled peanuts follows the clipboard.

Once inside, the letter is opened, and it is from Linda Hill. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “typo.” Use it any wya way you’d like. Have fun!

If you would like to see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2026/09/18/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-september-19-2026/

Typo by John W. Howell © 2026

“Chip and Dale? Where did you come up with them?”

“I was looking around for a character, and they just came to me.”

“I can see them trying to spend the five bucks.”

“That’s why I gave them the peanuts.”

“Yeah. Where did they come from?”

“This is fiction, remember.”

“Ah. Poetic license.”

“You got it.”

“Speaking of license.”

“Did you call Uber?”

“Right over there.”

Photo courtesy of Tom Okragly

“What the heck is that thing?”

“It’s a 1939 Buick sedan retrofitted for rail inspections.”

“How is that going to get us to the pub?”

“The pub is on the mainline.”

“Since when?”

“This is fiction, remember.”

“Stumbled onto my own patard.”

“What?”

“Never mind. So we just hop in there and go to the pub?”

“Well.”

“I knew it. A hitch.”

“A small one.”

“Okay, give it to me.”

“We have to take a ride on the Reading Railroad.”

“Why’s that?”

“The card said so. We landed on chance.”

“For heaven’s sake. You are taking this fiction thing a bit far.”

“Fun, though, right?”

“Okay, let’s get going. We might get there by tonight.”

“The Reading is in Pennsylvania ”

“And we are in Texas.”

“I hope you have some VooDoo Rangers.”

“You bet.”

“Let’s go then.”

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – Fri-Yay/Good News

Today’s good news story comes from the BBC and was sent to me by our world-at-large reporter, Noelle Granger. 
Thanks, Noelle

Rare duck breeding success gives hope for species

Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust
The Madagascar pochard is one of the world’s most threatened waterbirds

Six of the world’s rarest ducks have reached adulthood after conservationists successfully raised them from eggs collected in the wild.

The Madagascar pochards were hatched after their eggs were carried 44km (27 miles) on foot before being taken to a specialist breeding center in Madagascar. The species was once thought to be extinct before being rediscovered in 2006.

The Jersey-based Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust carried out the work, which it said gave scientists another way to protect the species when nests were threatened.

Roland Digby, a conservation biologist at Durrell, said: “This is an important milestone for the Madagascar pochard.”

Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust Five brown and beige ducks, sat in a row next to a pool with some crumbs around them. They have large webbed feet and light grey coloured beaks.Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust
The ducks are also called the fotsimaso locally

The trust said the breakthrough could be particularly important because the Madagascar pochard survived at just one known wild nesting site worldwide.

Digby said: “We’ve shown that, when conditions demand it, we can safely collect eggs from the wild, transport them on foot and successfully incubate and rear healthy birds.”

The six birds hatched from 15 fertile eggs collected at Lake Matsaborimena in north-west Madagascar, with Durrell staff working alongside The Peregrine Fund to collect them.

The eggs were carried in a cooler before being transported to Durrell’s specialist breeding center in Antsohihy in northern Madagascar.

Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust Two freshly hatched ducklings, with bright yellow and brown greasy feathers. They are sat on a rust-orange coloured carpet and have dark purple coloured beaks.Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust
Brewer said recovering a species required “persistence, partnerships and a willingness to keep going when the work becomes difficult”

Since the species’ rediscovery, Durrell said it had led an international recovery program combining habitat restoration, captive breeding and reintroductions.

About 180 birds now exist across captive and wild populations, including 51 at the Durrell breeding center, 82 at Bemanevika and 74 at Lake Sofia.

Durrell chief executive Rebecca Brewer said: “For many people, this is a story about six ducks.

“For us, it’s about what long-term conservation can achieve.”

The good news in this story is that success is not measured in large gains, but in small steps. Today’s JohnKu talks about persistence in conservation. I hope you have a beautiful weekend.

Virtue by John W. Howell © 2026

It is a long road,

To nature conservation . . .

Persistence is key.