
Friday John Ku – AKA – TGIF – Fry-Yay/Good News

with John W. Howell


“It’s a beautiful day. You two should be outside”
“Twiggy, you hear anything?”
“Just Dad.”

“Well, Tempeste, I guess we had better listen.”
“I agree, Twiggy. Besides, who can sleep with that racket going on?”

“Wait up. What’s the rush?”
“I want to see if that monster dog is out. I could use a good bark.”

“Since it is so quiet, my guess is the monster dog is not out.”
“Nope. Looks like he is in the house.”

“Where are you going now?”
“Although it is nice outside, I sorta want to play with a new toy Mom got me.”

“Correction. We both got a new toy.”
“Yeah, you are right. We each got one. I just take gifts like that as a personal expression.”

“I can understand that. I always feel good with a new toy.”
“It makes us both feel good, then.”

“Well, are you going to play with it?”
“You have to hide your eyes. I don’t want you to know where I stashed it.”

“For heaven’s sake, Tempeste, I’m not going to mess with your stupid toy.”
“You going for Marshmallow again?”

“I like marshmallow. The new toy is fun, but Marshmallow is my go to toy.”
“Where is your new toy?”
“I hid it.”
“See. And you called me out for doing the same thing.”
“Age has its privileges.”


Today I randomly opened Eternal Road – The Final Stop to page 143 and, with my eyes closed, pointed to the page. “Direct ” is the word closest to my finger. That is our prompt today.
Direct by John W. Howell © 2026
“Okay, you men, listen up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“This next mission is going to be a tough one. I’ll need every one of you to do your best. Any questions?”
“Sir?”
“Yes, Jones.”
“You indicated that the plan is an all-out direct assault.”
“That’s right.”
“That’s going to be costly in terms of casualties.”
“We all signed up for that, Jones.”
“I know, sir, but I have an idea.”
“Oh, do tell.”
“Instead of a direct assault, we break up into groups and hit the target from several angles.”
“Hmm. Tell me more.”
“Well, in that way we neutralize the threat and at least save some of the troops for a later engagement should it be needed.”
“Are you sure separate attacks will neutralize the threat?”
“I have seen these kinds of attacks before. The enemy comes in with bravado and even killer gas. After a couple of hits, they pull back immediately. Deep down, they are very soft.”
“I must say you have seen more action than I have. Okay, let’s go with your plan. Okay, everyone, you heard it. We are going to attack the enemy in groups. Simpson, you and your troops are group one. Jones, you are group two. Kawolski, group three. Here are the targets. Any other questions?”
“Sir.”
“Yes, Kawolski.”
“What if this dope doesn’t retreat?”
“Just have your troops keep biting. Remember, you are fire ants, and those tall ones can’t stand for long. Besides, your target is the ankle, and that is the tender zone.”

This week marks the anniversary of the first live radio broadcast of a football game in 1921. The game was played at Forbes Field in Pittsburgh. Harold W. Arlin of radio station KDKA announced the game. The University of Pittsburgh Panthers beat the West Virginia University Mountaineers 21 to 13. (Not much has changed there. This rivalry began in 1895, and so far, the University of Pittsburgh has won the meeting more times than West Virginia University. It is called the Back Yard Brawl because the two schools are only 70 miles apart.) I think we ought to go to the game rather than listen on the radio. Well, bring the radio along too. It might be fun to see how close the announcer’s description is to the real action. As usual, there are rules to follow, so we don’t create a tear in the time continuum. Take this list with you. This list first ran on October 7, 2019
Top Ten Things Not to Do at the First Live Radio Broadcast of an American Football Game.
10 If you are at the game, do not think you can listen to the broadcast on streaming audio via Spotify. If you do, at best, those around you will be too interested in the game to notice your cell phone. At worst, the usher will spot your phone and ask you to follow him. (For heaven’s sake, Jacquez, don’t go. You really want to explain that you are from the year 2026? They’ll have a padded room reserved for you.)
9 If you are at the game, do not tell Tiny the WWF Champ and hot dog vendor that his hot dogs are old. If you do, at best, he will think you said “cold” and laugh at the joke. At worst, Tiny, who just left his self-esteem support group, will think you are criticizing him. (No matter what you say, Jad, you are in for an overhead pinwheel and body toss just as if you were in the ring. The landing on the bleachers, however, won’t be as soft.)
8 If you are at the game, do not wear your Mountaineer coon-skin cap while sitting in the Pitt section. If you do, at best, a kindly person behind you will ask you to remove it. At worst, a not-so-kindly person behind you will remove it. (There you have it, Jadrein. Your hat is back and filled with who knows what liquid. No, don’t drink out of your hat, you idiot. You have no idea what that is, even though it looks like beer.)
7 If you are at the game, do not suggest to the fans to burn a sofa when they get home to Morgantown. If you do, at best, WVU is ahead at the time. At worst, the fan will think you are a Pitt fan. (You see, Jael, WVU fans only burn sofas when they win. That big guy with the red eyes and WVU shirt thinks you are mocking him.)
6 If you are at the game, do not suggest to the Pitt fans that the game be played next year in Morgantown. If you do, at best, they will laugh at your joke. At worst, they will think you are a WVU fan. (The first game of the rivalry was not played in Morgantown until 1963. Is it any wonder these Pitt fans are now crowd surfing you to the exit, Jafari?)
5 If you are at the game, do not bring your Mountaineer musket into the stands. If you do, at best, most of the fans will clear out. At worst, you will come face to face with several Pitt fans all dressed as panthers. (What are you going to do now, Jagmeet? The way they are growling, they seem to be serious.)
4 If you are at the game, do not tease Roc the panther. If you do, at best, Roc will be used to it. At worst, Roc has made up his mind to bite the twelfth person who teases him. (Not-so-good news, Jahi. The eleventh just left.)
3 If you are at the game, do not sing the WVU fight song if you don’t know the words. If you do, at best, the noise will drown you out. At worst, your fellow WVU fans will realize you are different. ( Lucky for you, Jahnu, you now get to see the game from the parking lot.)
2 If you are at the game, do not try to find a plug for that old Philco radio. If you do, at best, you burn a lot of calories. At worst, someone will eventually come to believe you stole the radio. (Hauling it up and down the stadium stairs made you look very much out of place, Jair. Maybe you should just park it in the clubhouse. Wait, there’s a plug.)
1 If you are at the game, do not start quoting stats of the various players. If you do, at best, people will move away from you. At worst, they will think you are from a different planet. (In the 20s, hardly anyone paid attention to the stats, Jaison. It was a matter of win or lose. All those yards gained rushing and passing, as well as turnovers, were blurred by actually watching the game instead of a talking head.)
Today we are heading to the City Hall Park in Lakeway to check out the Hispanic Heritage Story Walk. The Guest House of Austin is catering for us. Our entertainment is Herb Alpert.
Menu
Seafood Plateau – chilled | hot | king crab | roasted bay scallops | oysters | clams
Chicken Parmesan a la Rao – fresh mozzarella | spicy pomodoro | pistachio pesto
Seasonal Squash Risotto – rosemary | seasonal vegetables | aged parmesan
Faroe Island Salmon – beech mushrooms | brown butter
Branzino – sea water | caviar velouté sauce | blood lemon
Maine Diver Wild Scallops – caramelized onion | purple mousse | aioli
Free Range Berkshire Pork Chop – caramelized fennel | pork jus | black fig | lemons
The Original 100 Dollar Cheesesteak
Braised Short Rib – carrots | onion roast | pea shoots
Shepherd’s Farm Lamb Chops – heirloom potatoes | baked cheremola | lemon | labneh

Let’s go.
A word about the photos. The walk has 27 stops. Today we will view 15, and next week the balance. The placards are behind glass, so even on a dull day, the trees cast serious reflections. The solution is a large black cloth held behind me as I photograph. Unfortunately, that requires someone to hold the cloth. Twiggy, Tempeste, and The Producer were busy when it was time for the photo shoot. I cropped and edited the photos to make them easier to read. You can enlarge the photos for easier reading. Not perfect, but I hope you enjoy.

There is the sign.

An introduction to Hispanic Heritage Month.

The Sombrero.

Music.

Carnaval.

The Aztec city of Tenochtitlán.

Day of the Dead.

Texas Ranching and cowboy background.

Mural art.

Piñatas.

Quinceañeras – A coming-of-age celebration.

Puerto Rico’s mask traditions.

Music rhythm.

Guatabera shirt.

The Tango.

Ancient Maya.
Well, that’s it for today. Time to enjoy the music and food. I hope you have a super week.

The cup of coffee was delivered in a breeze. No funny messages, no pout, no workplace demands, just a double cup of coffee. The first sip brings calm to the Berlin Symphony Orchestra playing the Anvil Chorus in my brain from dangerously low caffeine levels. The second sip (wait for it) is accompanied by the cacophony of the doorbell, Westminster chimes, and the baying of the Hounds of Baskerville by Twiggy and Tempeste. A quick toss of a knucklebone into the soundproof room and a door slam brings peace like Björk singing “It’s Oh So Quiet” on the soft parts.
A glance at the monitor shows Winnie the Pooh standing on the porch with an envelope and clipboard. Knowing conversation is impossible, the security shutdown process begins 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 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.
The clipboard is returned after signing, with a fiver attached. Winnie’s smile let me know Clarabell is happy with the tip. Closing the front door, the envelope contains a letter from Linda Hill. It reads:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “breeze.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link:
https://lindaghill.com/2026/10/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-october-3-2026/
Breeze by John W. Howell © 2026
“Winnie the Pooh?”
“That’s who it was.”
“Too bad Christopher Robin didn’t show up.”
“Why’s that?”
“We could breeze through a lesson or two.”
“On positivity?”
“Or honey consumption.”
“That should be spelled hunny.”
“Okay, you got me.”
“Speaking of honey.”
“Uber is over there.”

“What the heck?”
“It’s a 1950 Ford Highway Patrol cruiser.”
“I can see that. This one has plenty of room, so there must be a big catch.”
“Just a small one. We have to drive Broadrick Crawford to the set of the Highway Patrol TV series.”
“That actually sounds fun.”
“10-04.”
“Okay, let’s go. Wait a minute. That series ended in 1959.”
“Since when are you averse to a little time travel?”
“Since I would like to get to the pub for a Voodoo Ranger without being caught in some time continuum glitch.”
“I guess that could happen.”
“Okay, so do we need a different Uber?”
“No. We’ll skip the filming.”
“Thank you.”

Today’s good news story comes from the India Times and was sent by Noelle Granger. Thanks Noelle
Around 2000, a Florida tropical-fish collector hung rescued coral fragments from underwater “trees”; the small nursery grew into a reef-restoration network
Both the deterioration of the Florida Keys reef and the response to it took time. Staghorn and elkhorn corals grew so numerous throughout the Florida Reef Tract for decades that divers reported swimming through underwater thickets. These corals were dying back because of disease, bleaching, and storm damage, and in some places their populations had dropped by almost 90%. It took more than good intentions to mend that kind of loss.
The breakthrough grew from a father-daughter 4-H project that built on Nedimyer’s years of experience working with marine life and aquaculture. A family project among the reef fish. Ken Nedimyer is a tropical fish collector and aquaculture operator based in the Florida Keys. He’s been diving those reefs since he was a kid and has witnessed them change for the worse over the years. Around 2000, when his daughter had a 4-H Youth Development project, Nedimyer used his marine-life experience to help her experiment with coral propagation. Together, they began growing staghorn coral fragments that had broken from nearby reefs. They began propagating staghorn coral fragments, keeping pieces that had broken from nearby reefs alive rather than leaving them to die on the seafloor.
The small experiment went well enough that Nedimyer donated the propagated staghorn to the Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary for restoration use, and a grant from The Nature Conservancy soon followed, allowing him to expand what had started out as a backyard hobby into something closer to a proper coral nursery. That early achievement posed a specific question. If a few saved bits could grow this nicely by chance, how many more could grow on purpose, and how quickly? Building coral tree nurseries that outgrow the ocean floor. In 2007, Nedimyer founded the Coral Restoration Foundation in Key Largo, where his team developed offshore nurseries that suspended coral fragments from structures known as coral trees rather than growing them directly on the seafloor.
Branching corals developed in this fashion and grew far faster than those left on the reef. Corals reportedly grew from a finger-sized fragment to a basketball-sized colony in six to nine months. At that point, divers would cut parts free and reattach them to neighboring deteriorated reef sites. That speed changed the economics of reef coral regrowth. Rather than waiting years for a few colonies to recover on their own, restoration teams could grow corals in offshore nurseries and then outplant them onto degraded reefs once they were large enough.
A study tracking Coral Restoration Foundation outplanting projects between 2007 and 2015 recorded survivorship and growth across 2,419 coral colonies placed on reefs throughout the sanctuary. It found that survivorship among the longest-monitored cohorts ranged from as low as 4 percent to as high as 89 percent, depending on the site and conditions. That range mattered because it gave restoration groups in the Caribbean and Pacific real-world evidence to build on instead of guesswork about which reef sites and outplanting techniques worked best.

From one nursery to a global reef restoration movement. The strategy became better known as the work expanded. In 2012, CNN named Nedimyer a CNN Hero for his coral-restoration efforts. By 2022, the Coral Restoration Foundation had planted more than 200,000 corals, according to NPR, and restored colonies at sites such as Carysfort Reef had begun reproducing naturally. That reproduction offered evidence that nursery-grown corals could become part of functioning reef communities rather than remaining isolated restoration plots. The Coral Restoration Foundation also publishes further detail on that ongoing restoration work.
This approach matters beyond replacing individual coral colonies. Staghorn and elkhorn corals create branching habitat that provides shelter and nursery space for fish and other reef animals, so restoring living coral can also help rebuild parts of the wider reef community. Nursery systems also give restoration teams a controlled place to grow genetically diverse colonies before placing them back onto damaged reefs, where survival can vary sharply with local conditions. That makes coral restoration as much a process of testing as planting: teams can compare sites, monitor which colonies persist, and adapt their methods over time. In the Florida Keys, the coral trees therefore became more than a way to grow fragments faster. They became a practical bridge between small-scale coral propagation and large-scale reef restoration.
Later, Nedimyer helped manage Reef Renewal International, an institution that has since spread the coral tree model far beyond Florida, supporting nurseries in Bonaire, Curaçao, Saint Vincent, the Cayman Islands, Hawaii, French Polynesia, and Australia. What started as a few pieces of coral hanging from his dock in the Florida Keys is now a routine technique at reef-restoration sites in three oceans, the result of a project launched because a teenager needed something to turn in for school.
The good news is that one person created a process that will save thousands of corals. Today’s JohnKu talks about individual effort. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Just One by John W. Howell ©2026
To accomplish much,
Takes just one with a passion . . .
The rest will follow.

“So, Twiggy, what are you going to play with?”
“Not sure. This pizza box looks fun.”

“I guess not, huh?”
“No. I’m going to take a look over there.”

“You going after marshmallows again?”
“Yeah, you are right. I’ve about outplayed these.”

“Look at you. You’ve got a macaroon.”
“Um hum. This is a tasty one.”

“The panther sees the puma has some game.”
“The puma says, ‘Don’t even think about taking it'”

“A ferocious growl will show the puma who’s boss.”
“The puma ignores the stupid panther and keeps the game to hide.”

“The panther steps in to grab the game.”
“The puma does the classic sleight of hand and is now ready for the kill.”

“The panther has to think fast or concede.”
“The puma executes the famous ear hold.”

The panther slips away and goes for the throat.”
“The puma tries hard not to laugh since that is a ticklish spot.”

“The panther cannot help but laugh as well.”
“The puma calls for a time-out.”

“The panther says no dice.”
“The puma does the classic neck. hold.”

The panther goes to the air and shakes off the hold.”
“The puma follows the panther up there.”

The panther says, ‘Let’s call it a draw.'”
“The puma agrees.”

“Where did the sun go?”
“They are calling for rain.”
“Gosh, that changed fast.”
Texas is like that.”


Today, I randomly opened Detour on the Eternal Road to page 63 and, with my eyes closed, pointed to the page. The word nearest my finger was “responsible.” That is our prompt today.
Responsible by John W. Howell © 2026
“All right. Who do you think is responsible for this mess, Jackson?”
“You think someone is going to own up to this?”
“They’d better, if they know what’s good for them.”
“I think you are dreaming if you think someone will step forward.”
“Well, let’s just see, shall we. Johnson.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What do you know about this mess?”
“Nothing, sir.”
“You sure?”
” Yes, sir. I am.”
“Baker.”
“Yes, sergeant.”
“What do you know?”
“Nothing, sir.”
“Figures. You covering for someone?”
“No,o sir. I just got here, sir.”
“Wier.”
“Ye,s sir.”
“How about you?”
“All I know is the call went out to gather here. By the time I got here, this mess was already made.”
“This was supposed to be our lunch. Johnson.”
“Ye,s sir.”
“Who else was here besides you three?”
“I hate to say this, Sarge, but a few gulls were flying away when I got here.”
“Gulls?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Didn’t I tell you to watch our lunch while I got a few more fish?”
“They were so quick, sir.”
“You are an ospre,y for heaven’s sake. You could have taken them out.”
“Gulls are nasty, sir.”
“I’m not saying eat them. You could have scared them away.”
“Next time, sir.”
“You three go get more fish. I’ll stay here with Jackson and guard the one left. Now go.”

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.)