It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we all stood around while the anchor was boiling in the descaling solution. We learned that Louis the tech had met Sandusky ten years ago. I think we all jumped to the conclusion that Louis may know a lot about what happened back then. Let’s get back since I see Larry doing his best Colombo imitation of subtleness in his questions.
“So did you kill Sandusky?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Sandusky was killed ten years ago, and someone who knew a lot about conduction and pulverizing things was responsible. Sound like anyone you know?”
“Hold on detective. I said I met Sandusky. I don’t know anything about his death. I read about it in the paper like everyone else.”
“Funny you should remember his name right away.”
“I could never forget Sandusky.”
“Why’s that?”
“He gave me fifty thousand dollars that’s why.”
“Okay now, this is getting good. Why did he do that?”
“He wanted me to perfect a process he was working on.”
“What process?”
“Removing organs from people without having to cut them open.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No detective I’m serious.”
“What was he going to do with the process.”
“Well, that’s the funny part.”
“Go on.”
“He said it was going to be a medical breakthrough on transplants. His process removes the organ with no cutting.”
“How does the transplanted organ get in the body?”
“I asked him the same question.”
“And?”
“He told me it was top-secret. If he told me he would have to kill me.”
“He was serious then?”
“Let’s just say I didn’t detect that he was joking. You ever meet Sandusky?”
“No, not while he was alive.”
“He had the coldest eyes I’ve ever seen. Gave you the chills.”
“But you took the fifty thousand.”
“Was a no-brainer. I already had the process developed. I even think he knew that.”
“So, you told him how to do it?”
“Yup. Even signed away my rights.”
“You practice on a body?”
“Yeah, several.”
“OMG.”
“They were research cadavers. I borrowed them from the University. You can check with the Dean. It was all on the up and up.”
“So, tell me. Did the process include pulverizing the organ?”
“That is how it worked. The organ exploded inside.”
“We need to go downtown and have a little more discussion.”
“Fine by me. I have nothing to hide. Your anchor is done, and I would have told you what I know without the subterfuge.”
In Keith’s words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). 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.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”
“Well, that is a blessing. I’m glad you called me right away.”
“We didn’t know what else to do.”
“I think you did the right thing. Most people wait too long and then it is too late.”
“It’s not too late I hope?”
“Just a few more moments and I can give you a better idea of what we are facing.”
“I’m sorry for being so anxious, but we wouldn’t know what we’d do if we didn’t have Betsey.”
“Betsey that’s what you named it?”
“Her.”
“Excuse me?”
“Betsey is a girl.”
“Oh my gosh. I never would have guessed that the way it looks.”
“Her.”
“Yeah, I get it. Her. Hold on. I think I have found the problem.”
“Thank heavens. Can you solve it?”
“Yes, I think so. I have the instrument in my bag. Humm. Let me see. Oh, yes, here it is.”
“What do you have to do?”
“I’ll need you to help.”
“Anything. Just tell me what to do.”
“I’m going to make a slight cut here. After that, I need to use this to go in and remove the blockage. I want you to hold this instrument and when I tell you, place it in my hand. Can you do that?”
“Yes. I’m good.”
“Okay, so here we go. First the cut. Yes, that looks good. Hand me the instrument.”
“Here you go.”
“Ah. I’ve got the blockage. Hand me that cloth.”
“What is that thing?”
“Looks like a chunk of charred wood.”
“Charred wood? How is that possible?”
“You’re right. It’s a petrified piece of brisket. How often do you clean this thing?”
“Every time I use her.”
“Well, you better be more careful. You almost lost it.”
“Her.”
“Whatever. If you want to keep it in top condition, you better do a better job of cleaning. You’ll save my fee too.”
“We have a lot of hamburgers to grill. Is she up to it?”
“Yes. I sealed the cut. She is good to go.”
“You know they don’t make grills like this anymore.”
This post continues the historical tableaux for the Top Ten Lists. As always I hope you enjoy it.
10 If you are at the Battle of Waterloo, do not volunteer to carry the French Eagle battle standard. If you do, at best your application will be lost. At worst, every British and Prussian soldier will be trying to take it from you. (So how does it feel, Flannery, having 15,000 swords all waving at you?)
9 If you are at the Battle of Waterloo, do not continue to try to meet Emperor Napoleon if Tiny the WWF champ tells you to go away. If you do at best, you may get thrown out. At worst, Tiny who just finished his last group session on self-esteem may think you don’t respect him. (Uh oh. Looks like Tiny is priming that musket, Floinn. Might be a good time to try out the Air Jordans.)
8 If you are at the Battle of Waterloo, do not order Napoleon Brandy as an after-dinner drink while dining with the British Commander the First Duke of Wellington. If you do, at best the restaurant won’t have any. At worst, the Duke’s team will think you a spy. (You just finished your last meal, Fonzie. I hope you enjoyed it.)
7 If you are at the Battle of Waterloo, do not offer to be a Henry Kissinger-like, peace negotiator. If you do, at best you will cause uproarious laughter. At worst one side will take you up on your offer. (But the other side has decided to use you as a target for practice. Might as well put that white flag down, Forrester. It’s not going to stop 15,000 lead balls heading your way.)
6 If you are at the Battle of Waterloo, as the brandy example, do not order beef Wellington at Napoleon’s staff dinner. If you do, at best they will all think they did not hear you right. At worst, someone will get the idea that it would be fun to have a dual. (Guess who has been chosen as the duelee, Fortune? Yup. Better find a second fast.)
5 If you are at the Battle of Waterloo, do not take Emperor Napoleon’s horse for a fast getaway. If you do, at best he has a spare. At worst, the horse has been trained to return to Napoleon with a whistle. (This is a fine kettle of fish you have gotten yourself into, Francois. You can add horse thief to the charges of treason, sedition, and spy. Don’t worry though you only have one life to give.)
4 If you are at the Battle of Waterloo, do not ask your British commander about tea time. If you do, at best he will think you are joking. At worst, he will assign you the job of going to the French lines to get a croissant to go with the tea. (I’m not surprised the French started shooting at you, Franky. Everyone knows croissants are for breakfast, not afternoon tea.)
3 If you are at the battle of Waterloo, do not try speaking French to the French to be better understood. If you do, at best you will be disappointed. At worst, your BonJour greeting will be met with a hail of bullets. (I guess it is your American accent that gets in the way, Franz. Try Spanish next time.)
2 If you are at the battle of Waterloo, do not turn your map upside down to get a different view. If you do, at best your general will get dizzy. At worst, the general will order the charge of the Scots Greys in the wrong direction. (Now you are charging alone in the right direction, Frazier. Good luck when you meet the French Chevau-légers of the line (lancers) They look pretty mean too.)
1 If you are at the Battle of Waterloo, do not keep your souvenir stand open after the first cannon salvo. If you do, at best you will have few customers. At worst, you’ll have to take cover. (The cannonballs seem to be attracted to your stand, Freeowine. Maybe cheap trashy gifts have that effect on hot, heavy, metal balls flying through the air.)
Port Aransas held its First Annual Trash Dash yesterday. Although a brief downpour made everything wet, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the participants
Here is a shot of the registration table. All participants got a T-shirt and a collection bag. The idea is to go out and for one hour collect trash on the beach. The most trash collected wins first prize.
A photo of one of the volunteers Angie Huckabay will give you an idea of the front of the shirt.
The back shows the sponsors and the plea to Keep Texas Beaches Clean.
Here is a mom and her children signing up to participate.
Here is a French Bulldog in the mud and mugging for the camera.
Here is a shot of the trophies. There are awards for the first, second, and third place.
First place
Second Place.
Third place.
Ready, set, go. And they are off
Another group.
A couple of boys headed for the dune.
A group photo of participants. Photo by Shannon Solimine
Some of the Eighty bags picked up. Photo by Shannon Solimine
First Place. Photo by Shannon Solimine
Second Place. Photo by Shannon Solimine
On the way home, we spotted that the missing sea captain (from Hurricane Harvey) is being replaced. I will bring you an after shot when he is complete.
It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday again and this weeks prompt is “precious.” Linda Hill has advised that we can use it anyway want and has issued an order to” have fun.” In that vein, if you would like to join the fun visit Linda’s blog and read the easy instructions. Here is Linda’s link. https://lindaghill.com/2018/10/12/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-13-18/
“This lady at the supermarket called me ‘precious.”‘
“What did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Around here if someone calls a person your age ‘precious’ it is not necessarily a compliment.”
“Oh really. I offered to help her with her bags is all.”
“Was she in a wheelchair?”
“No.”
“A walker?”
“How old was this lady?”
“I don’t know. About my age I guess.”
“Tell me what you said and what she said?”
“I said my those bags look heavy. Can I help you out with them?”
“A lady your age.”
“Yup.”
“What was her response.”
“Thank you no, I can manage.”
“So where does ‘precious’ come in?”
“I said, “But you look too delicate to handle such a load.”
“Oh my goodness. Now the ‘precious.”‘
“Yeah.”
“Okay give it to me.”
“Well, aren’t you precious.”
“That’s all?”
“A little more.”
“Go ahead.”
“She said, ‘I’m sure there is a little ole wife at home who needs your help. Why don’t you run along and give the little woman a hand?’ or something like that?”
“She call the manager?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s a break.”
“She showed me her gun.”
“What?”
“Yup. Seems she’s a police officer.”
“What did you do?”
“Put her bag back on the counter.”
“Anyone see all this?”
“Just Mrs. Murphy.”
“Radio Free Europe Murphy? The biggest gossip in town.”
“Come on Dad. It’s Friday. Put your back into it. You can win.”
It is Friday. Our thoughts and prayers go to those affected by Hurricane Michael. Currently, there have been two deaths reported and an untold amount of damage. Power is out for over 800,000 residents. It will be a long recovery for those in the path.
Today’s JohnKu speaks of challenges. Hope you have a super weekend.
“Lucy. You going to finish that post? “What day is it?” “Wednesday.” “I’ve got till Friday. Wake me then.”
It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, Andrew and Larry met Louis the tech. He gave them an overview of how the electronic cleaner worked and now it is time to try it out. I see they have put the anchor in the vat. We should get there to see how the thing works.
“So, I have attached the negative terminal to the anchor. The water and citric acid will act as the positive. When the forces come together, the scale should drop off.”
“How long will it take to finish?”
“Oh, I would say less than an hour.”
“Can you put more than one item in at a time?”
“Sure you can, but you have to amp up the power.”
“So a huge item will take more power?”
“Yes, Andrew. The bigger or more numerous, the more power.”
“What is the biggest thing you have ever done?”
“Probably car parts.”
“Car parts?”
“Yeah, this thing does a number on rust. You put a fender in there, and it comes out like it was just stamped out at the factory.”
“I never thought of that. So why is this place bankrupt. I would think there would be a lot of business.”
“Not sure, Andrew. All I know is the owner disappeared, and there was no one to mind the store until the bank stepped in.”
“Disappeared?”
“Yeah. He was at work one day and then gone the next.”
“No family?”
“Nope, his life was this business. That’s what makes it so odd.”
“When did this happen?”
“About six months ago, Larry. I tried to do what I could but I’m not a businessman, so it was fruitless.”
“I don’t know too many who could go from operator to company savior, Louis. Are you going to start this thing?”
“Yeah. It is just one setting and a push of the button. There you go. Underway.”
“Wow, look at that bubbling. It looks like the anchor is getting a good scrubbing.”
“Louis, one question.”
“Yes, Andrew.”
“What would happen if someone fell into the vat?”
“Odd question. But let me say for the first hour, nothing. The negative pole would have to be attached to do any immediate harm. After an hour, like I said before, the citric acid would start to react with the skin.”
“So if there was any reaction by attaching the pole what would it be?”
“I don’t get where you are going with this, Andrew. You have been all over the place with the talk of human interaction with this system. Why don’t you just come out and tell me what you want to know?”
“Very well. Can a human be destroyed with this system?”
“Yes. Completely.”
“Any way internal organs can be destroyed without harming the body?”
“I would think so. Would all depend on power level and electrode placement.”
“Electrode placement?”
“Yes, the electrode would need to be on the inside of the body.”
“That would leave evidence of the intrusion.”
“Not if the probe was fine enough. It would be a tiny hole through the epidermis and into the organ.”
“Do you have experience with this procedure.”
“No. Of course not. We are talking hypothetically.”
“Yeah, of course, we are. Very interesting Louis. How long before our anchor is done?”
In Keith’s words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). 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.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”
“That is very nice of you given the circumstances.”
“Ah what the heck. Life is too short.”
“But it seems like one would feel a little remorse.”
“Remorse? For what?”
“Well, it seems like a pretty goodly amount of money.”
“Yeah, but you know what they say, ‘easy come, easy go.”’
“I know if it were me, I don’t think I would take it so well.”
“You have to remember who suggested the wager.”
“That’s true. I guess if you hadn’t prepared yourself to lose you never would have suggested going title to title on a boat race.”
“That part is true. You see I really had not too much to lose.”
“What are you talking about? That is a gorgeous five-masted schooner.”
“You know the old saying, ‘one mans trash, another man’s treasure.”‘
“Yeah, I’ve heard that.”
“See, I have been trying to sell that tub for over two years with no takers.”
“That is surprising. It is a classic.”
“Yes, it is. Loaded with barnacles and filled with woodworms.”
“So you are saying you are glad to get rid of it.”
“You tell me. The last salvage estimate I got was over a million.”
“Someone would pay you a million?”
“No, I would have to pay a million to get rid of it. Now, how about that drink?”
“Now it is my problem.”
“Yup and at a leakage rate of one hundred gallons an hour, I think you better figure out what to do with it. Those pumps are pretty old. Maybe tow it beyond the shelf and scuttle it.”
