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

A bull moose passing through Gary Verbrugge’s yard – credit, supplied by Verbrugge to the Spokesman-Review

Today’s good news story comes from the Good News Network.

Man Gathers Up Family Acres Home to Moose and Mountain Lion and Returns Them to Indian Tribe

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste Check out the New Fence

“Tempeste, why aren’t you testing the fence?”

“For one, this tasty leaf needs to be finished.”

“Is there a for two?”

“Well, from here it looks mighty wicked.”

“What do you mean, ‘wicked?'”

“It might be electrified.”

“Dad would never do that.”

“He would get pretty excited when I busted through the old one.”

“Yeah, but this looks like it is made pretty well.”

“It does look substantial. I don’t see any wires.”

“For heaven’s sake. It won’t be wired.”

“But it is all creepy and black. You can hardly see it.”

“Go ahead and touch your nose to it.”

“If I get shocked, I’m going to be really mad at you.”

“Well, you satisfied it’s not electrified?”

Sure am. Now I have to figure a way out of here.”

“I can’t believe you. You have everything you want. The fence is because you eat every leaf you can find. Why not stop the leaf habit, and I’ll bet the fence would disappear.”

“Twiggy. If I could stop the leaf habit, I would. You are right about having everything right here. It’s just there are so many leaves outside this fence.”

“How about forgetting about the leaves and just enjoying the day. A few will blow in that you can pounce on.”

“So true, sister. Alright, I’ll forget about the great escape. Why are you smelling that chair?”

“Great. I’m smelling this chair cause someone used some kind of cleaner on it.”

“That sounds like normal behavior. And you get on me about leaves.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – “Content”

Today, I randomly opened The Eternal Road – The last stop to page 253. With eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word nearest my finger is “content.” That is our prompt.

Content by John W. Howell © 2026

“Well, you look content.”

“Makes you jealous, doesn’t it?”

“Not really. I have had enough to eat, and the expanded content of my stomach tells me it is nap time.”

“I’m not sure I understand the concept of enough to eat.”

“What do you mean?”

“I always feel hungry, is what I mean.”

“You are kidding.”

“No. Even when I have just finished a big meal, I could eat more.”

“That is a sad situation.”

“Tell me. MY content factor is usually pretty low.”

“I’ve always wondered why you seem to be moving all the time.”

“I guess I’m trying to forget my discontent.”

“I don’t understand why you remain so thin.”

“Must be the metabolism.”

“I’m surprised you don’t take food from others when we are dining.”

“That wouldn’t be right. Besides, I may be hungry, but I’m not a fighter.”

“You would definitely get into fights, taking food from others. So when do you get extra food?”

“I don’t. I just live with it.”

“Well, I’m sorry about your condition.”

“I appreciate your sympathy. It’s no laughing matter.”

“That is a sad state of affairs for a hyena.”

“Tell me.”

Top Ten Things Not to Do Working on the First Transcontinental Railroad in 1869

More of the historical backdrop for this set of Top Ten Things Not to Do. This post was published on September 24, 2018. I hope you enjoy. it

Top Ten Things Not to Do

The Top Ten Things Not to Do Working on the First Transcontinental Railroad in 1869

10. If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not forget to double-check your measurements. If you do, at best, you can correct any mistakes before the East meets the West. At worst, the Westbound group will be in Promontory Summit, Utah, and your Eastbound group will end up in Provo. (You only missed the union by a few hundred miles, Ferris. Maybe you can cut over before the three-foot snows.)

9 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not borrow Tiny the WWF champ’s sledgehammer. If you do, at best, Tiny will not know you have it. At worst, Tiny has been seeking help for his inability to let things go, but has not addressed the part about possessions. (If you can, Forest, I would sneak that hammer back into Tiny’s tent since it looks like he is in stage ten of a meltdown looking for it.)

8 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not forget your gloves. If you do, at best, you might be able to buy a pair. At worst, you will be using a shovel to dig out the rail bed for twelve hours a day. (It might be a good idea to get those hands wrapped somehow, Fredrik. Otherwise, I think you may be out of a job.)

7 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not light up your cigar as you are pouring gunpowder into the blasting holes. If you do, at best, the wind will save you. At worst, you will get a lesson in flight long before the Wright brothers. (That ringing in your ears means you are lucky to be here, Fakhir.)

6 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not complain about the food. If you do, at best, no one will listen. At worst, the cook, who is a graduate of the Culinary Institute, has a huge knife and very tender feelings. (I think it might be time to try out those new running boots, Flint. I don’t think an apology is going to work this time.)

5 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not decide to sleep out on the prairie even though the stars are beautiful at night. If you do, at best, the mosquitoes will drive you back to camp. At worst, your slumber will be disturbed by growling noises you have never heard before. (Those are wolves, Finnigan. Playing possum won’t help. I would get up and run screaming back to camp.)

4 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, I would not try to introduce s’mores at the nightly campfire. If you do, at best, your fellow workers won’t pay attention. At worst, you won’t have enough to go around, and the resulting riot will get you fired. (Now that you are way out here, Findlay, how are you going to get back to San Francisco?)

3 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not start singing, “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad.” If you do, at best, you won’t remember the words and will stop. At worst, you’ll get to the part about Dina blowing her horn, and the rest of the workers will want to know who Dina is. (Looks like you have a credibility problem, Flynn. Everyone wants to meet Dina. You’d better figure out who is going to play Dina.)

2 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not think you can organize a union of workers. If you do, at best, your boss will stop you before you get too far. At worst, the railroad company and the government will escort you off the job and on to a buckboard heading back to civilization. (I guess no one told you, Fabian, that this was going to be dangerous, unsafe, hard work, and you would only get minimum wage.)

1 If you are working on the first transcontinental railroad, do not party too hard after the last spike is driven. If you do, at best, you will have a killer headache the next day. At worst, you might miss the train back to your city. (Well, Fachnan, it looks like you might be asking the local tribe of native Americans if they have room for a blood brother. Don’t be too surprised if they are less than friendly. You just finished a railroad through their land without their permission.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Lakeway Photographer Debbi Varela

Today, we are visiting the Lakeway City Hall Art exhibit. There is an exhibition by photographer Debbi Varela of Lakeway. We are catered by Rough Creek Lodge Restaurant of Glen Rose, Texas. Our entertainment is Survivor.Menu

  • California White Bass – Santa Barbara Mussels, Yukon Gold Potatoes, Grape Tomatoes, Chef’s Salami, Garlic Toast & Shaved Burgundy Black Truffle Salad

  • Red Chile Glazed Swordfish – Shrimp Quesadilla, Wilted Beet Greens, Toasted Pepitas & Butternut Squash Sauce

  • Skillet Roasted Chicken Breast – Creamy Wild Rice, Pancetta, Brussels Sprouts, Butternut Squash & Pan Mushroom Gravy

  • Locally Raised Red Wattle Pig -Sampler For Two, Grilled Chop, Seared Loin, Smoked Shoulder, Rutabaga Puree, Pomegranate Sauce & Garlic Sautéed Dandelions

  • Hanger Steak-8oz -Marbled & Full Flavor
  • Rib Eye-12oz -Marbled & Full Flavor

  • Filet -7oz – Lean & Lite Flavor

  • Green Bean – Potato-Cheddar Casserole & Green Tomato Chutney

Picture of an old time school bus

Everyone on the bus.

Here is the gallery. Notice how much light. The photos are behind glass making taking photos of them difficult. I did get them all.

About the photographer and the exhibit.

About the exhibit.

Under the Same Sky.

Holding Space.

Seen.

Momentium.

Golden Silence.

Grounded.

The quiet Strength within.

Growing Through Conflict.Balance.

Working Together.

The Wins We Share.

I hope you enjoyed the exhibit. It is now time for food and entertainment. I hope you have a great week.

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Sweet”

 

 

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCSThe coffee machine sits quietly waiting for its first command of the day. A touch of the two coffee images on the touchscreen brings the sweet sound of beans grinding. In 14 seconds, the magic elixir that quells the evil caffeine withdrawal pain pours into the cup. The first sip quiets the sound of a falling Mosler safe crashing into a five-story greenhouse that is in my head. The second sip is accompanied by the predictable cacophony of the Westminster chimes, the doorbell, and the baying of the hounds of Baskerville, portrayed by Twiggy and Tempeste. A quick toss of a new bone into the soundproof room, followed by a door slam, brings the peace train back home.

A glance at the monitor shows that Clarabelle the Clown is on the front porch. Knowing it is silly to ask it to leave the envelope, the security shutdown process is begun with a sigh.

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 was 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 go off. The Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above the front door fed. The front door is open.

Clarabelle gives me a honk and passes the envelope and clipboard. After the signature, we trade the envelope for the clipboard. Clarabelloe has a hand out in the classic request for a tip. “A positive mind is stronger than a negative thought.” Is the tip left with Clarabelle as the front door closes. The envelope is from Linda Hill. Inside is a message. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sweet.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2026/05/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-16-2026/

Sweet by John W. Howell © 2025

“Clarabell? From the Howdy Doody show?”

“Yup, the very same. I used to watch it on our 10-inch TV screen.”

“In black and white?

“Of course.”

“What year was that?”

“The show started in 1947, and I think we got our first TV in 1948.”

“You were a kd.”

“Yup. Seven years old when I began watching.”

“Do you remember anything about the show?”

“Only that I sent away for a Clarabell cut-out figure. It arrived about 100 years after I sent in for it.”

“Did you like it?”

“Oh yeah, it was all in color and stood on its own. It was in my room for years.”

“Do you still have it?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’m sure it went the way of all my kid stuff. Passed to cousins.”

“Well, at least you can go on YouTube if you want to see the shows.”

“I don’t have any interest, but thank you for the information.”

“Why talk about Clarabelle then?”

“I just thought it would be fun.”

“You know what else is fun?

“You call Uber?”

“Right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“A 1978 Mark V Lincoln Continental. That will get us there.”

“I thought you would like it.”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. Just one stop.”

“Can’t wait to find out on this one.”

“Well.. There was a recall on a part back in 1978, and the dealer had to order it.”

“Yes.”

“The part just came in, and the owner wants to get it fixed before the shop closes.”

“After 47 years of waiting, I don’t blame him, but can’t he do it next week?”

“Yeah, but the price of the ride will never be as sweet.”

“How long is the repair supposed to take?”

“Twenty minutes max.”

“That means 4 hours. Okay, let’s go. I’m going to order VooDoos from DoorDash. Well, just sit in the dealer waiting room as if it were the pub.”

“Worth a try. They have snacks.”

“All the better.”

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

Dawn Zuidgeest-Craft, supplied to the Washington Post

 

Today’s good news story comes from the Good News Network

Senior Scholar Fulfills Life-long Dream to Graduate Medical School–a Doctor at 73-Years Young

When Mr. Carl Craft nearly died from a brain hemorrhage, he and his wife Dawn reviewed their bucket list. Carl wanted to travel, and Dawn said she wanted to go to medical school.

“He thought I was crazy,” she said.

Now, though, Dawn Zuidgeest-Craft proudly holds a doctorate in medicine after graduating as the school’s oldest-ever graduate at 72.

The doctoral dream took root from the earliest periods of Zuidgeest-Craft’s life and would blossom into a career as a nurse practitioner and pediatric educator. It was a career she enjoyed even while marrying and giving birth to two children.

For their sake, Zuidgeest-Craft put her medical school ambition on hold—at least until her 40s, she thought. Then she got divorced and remarried before she and her new husband, Carl, decided to start their own family. Zuidgeest-Craft spent the decade raising two more children.

The dream of medical school gradually faded until Carl suffered his brain hemorrhage, at which point Dawn realized it had to happen now, or, as the phrase goes, never.

Digging into her retirement savings, Zuidgeest-Craft paid the tuition for St. James School of Medicine in Anguilla, the Caribbean, where the institution waives the requirement for a Medical College Admission Test.

It wasn’t a straightforward process, and the senior scholar wouldn’t have hoped or imagined failing the biochemistry exam during year 1, but with the support of her husband Carl and the classmates who all remember her fondly from their dorm living, movie nights, and yoga sessions on the beach, Zuidgeest-Craft kept going.

It took clinical rotations in Chicago and West Virginia, and a stint in South Texas, where a medical professional encouraged her—based on her aptitude—to seek a residency program, for Zuidgeest-Craft to graduate with her doctorate this month, not long before her 73rd Birthday.

“When you have to do it for work… you feel like, ‘I got to do this so that I can pay my rent,’” Zuidgeest-Craft, who has three grandchildren, told the Washington Post. “I want to do this because I really enjoy this.”

“I feel alive when I work in the medical field.”

She will begin her residency at Trinity Health Medical Center in Muskegon, Michigan, this year.

The good news in this story is that a long-held dream has finally been realized. Today’s JohnKu talks about dreams. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Dreams by John W. Howell © 2026

They are yours to have,

Which no one should take away . . .

Work till they come true.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Tempeste Learns Something

“Tempeste, what are you doing?”

“There is something in the cross-vine.”

“Don’t be silly. The only things in those vines are lizards and birds.”

“I think there’s some kind of creepy crawly up there.”

“You’d better get off that rickety fence.”

“Lizards could be classified as creepy crawly.”

“Hold on. I’m coming.”

“I think we could make a break from here.”

“You and your breaks. I hope you know Dad is putting a new fence in.”

“That’s why we ought to make a break while we can.”

“I think you’d better cool your jets, little one.”

“Okay, I get it. There is still something in these vines though.”

“There may have been a bird rustling, or as I said, a lizard. They live in there.”

“Live in there? Do they pay rent?”

“Don’t be silly. That would be like you and me having to pay rent.”

“I don’t know. We provide a lot of entertainment for free. Maybe that’s rent.”

“Do you have to sleep outside and catch your own food?”

“Okay, I get it. The birds and lizards live free like we do.”

 

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – “First”

 

Today I randomly opened Detour on the Eternal Road to page 151. With eyes closed, I pointed to the page, and the word closest to my finger was “first.” That is our prompt today.

First by John W. Howell, © 2026

“When did you first see him?”

“The first time? Let me see. I think it was last winter.”

“What about him did you notice first?”

“Oh, that’s easy. He had a bright red coat.”

“Where were you?”

“Well, he startled me, and so I ducked behind this huge tree.”

“What happened next?”

“My heart was beating so fast I was sure he would hear it.”

“Did he ever see you?”

“No, I stayed out of sight.”

“What else can you remember?”

“I could tell he was fit, but he had on a hat, so it was hard to see his face.”

“Did you see him again?”

“In the spring, I saw him walking with a girl in the woods.”

“Okay, is that the last time?”

“Yes.”

“I want to warn you that this man is dangerous.”

“How so?”

“You were lucky he did not see you last winter. He’s a killer.”

“How can that be? When he was with the girl, he seemed nice and was smiling.”

“Yeah, his type always puts on a good facade. Just do me a favor.”

“What’s that?”

“If you see him again, stay out of sight.”

“Why?”

“His type is not fussy about shooting Does. That’s why.”

“But that is illegal.”

“Tell him that if you dare. You have been warned.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Just doing my duty as herd commander.”

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do Crossing the Delaware with General Washington

Washington Crossing the Delaware by George Caleb Bingham – http://www.chrysler.org/education/unit1/bingham.htm, Public Domain

 

This list continues with the historical backdrop for my brand of lunacy. It first ran on September 17, 2018. I hope you enjoy it.

Top Ten Things Not to Do Crossing the Delaware with General Washington

10 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not dangle your feet in the water off the back of the boat. If you do, at best, they will be numb. At worst, the General will think you have lost touch with reality. (Looks like you may be sidelined for the big event, Frasco. Although you may want to avoid the battle, your pay envelope will be much thinner.)

9 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, don’t try to sit in Tiny the WWF champ’s seat next to the General. If you do, at best, you might be swimming across the Delaware. At worst, Tiny, who has formed a bond with General Washington, may take your move as a sign of affection for the General. (Since Tiny failed the “Unrequited Love and How to Cope” seminar, he now thinks a knuckle sandwich is an answer. Just jump out, Fredek. It will be easier in the long run.)

8 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not think wearing boat shoes from Top Siders will impress your fellow soldiers. If you do, at best, you’ll get a new nickname. At worst, a Master Sergeant will put you on report for being out of uniform. (Of course, one more on-report isn’t going to break you, Freyr. You have come to like peeling potatoes.)

7 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not start singing “row row row your boat.” If you do, at best, a few might join in. At worst, the General will single you out and threaten you with the stockade if you don’t quit making noise. (Looks like Georgie thinks you might be a British spy, Fridolf. I think quiet is the better part of this equation.)

6 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not bring your fishing equipment. If you do, at best, you might catch dinner. At worst, the General will ask you to keep fishing until you have caught enough to feed the Continental Army. (Holy cow, Frygies. That is a lot of fish. We’ll come back for you.)

5 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not ask if dinner at the captain’s table is a formal affair. If you do, at best, no one will understand your question. At worst, you’ll be reminded that you are on a rowboat and there is no captain’s table, and someone will hand you the flag. (You know that the flag goes in the front of the charge, don’t you, Fryderyk. Yeah, that’s right, up front where all those bullets and flying cannon balls are.)

4 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not let anyone know you get seasick. If you do, at best, some will be sympathetic. At worst, the old salt will continually describe in minute detail the roast pork dinner he had last night. ( If you can just hang on a little longer, Francis, the shore is not too far away.)

3 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not begin humming an old German tune. If you do, at best you’ll keep the volume down. At worst, since you are on your way to attacking the Hessians in Trenton, the General might think you are mocking the mission. (Washington is not sure this whole thing will work, Finn, so I would lay low if I were you. That water is certainly cold.)

2 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not mention that your enlistment in the army expires at midnight. If you do, at best, you’ll get a so what? At worst, someone will take your musket and shot, and you’ll be defenseless when you reach the shore. (Better offer to reenlist, Fabian. Otherwise, you are going to be pretty uncomfortable dodging shot from both sides.)

1 If you are crossing the Delaware with General Washington, do not stand up in the boat and start singing “Old Man River.” If you do, at best you’ll be ordered to sit and be quiet. At worst, you will finish your song while trying to keep your head above water. (Looks like the General has just about had enough of the stand-up comedy, Floyd. Hopefully another boat will scoop you up.)