Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “In Person”

Finally back to a normal schedule, it was good to see the coffee machine in person. She wanted to know where I had been. Rather than go through a long story, the simple answer was,”Out.” Never to be left in the dark the machine asked,”Where?” My response stopped the discussion right then and there, “Reproductive problems.”

Of course the reproduction mentioned was a book tour but the machine decided not to pursue the subject. My coffee was delivered hot and fragrant. One sip and my mind went to the clock. The setting is for February 21, 1925. The location is New York city, and the duration is one hour. A pull of the plunger and we find ourselves in the offices of the New Yorker at 25 West 45th Street in Manhattan. The staff is celebrating the first issue.

The New Yorker was founded by Harold Ross (1892–1951) and his wife Jane Grant (1892–1972), a New York Times reporter, and debuted on February 21, 1925. Ross wanted to create a sophisticated humor magazine that would be different from perceivably “corny” humor publications such as Judge, where he had worked, or the old Life. Ross partnered with entrepreneur Raoul H. Fleischmann (who founded the General Baking Company) to establish the F-R Publishing Company. Ross edited the magazine until his death in 1951. During the early, occasionally precarious years of its existence, the magazine prided itself on its cosmopolitan sophistication. Ross declared in a 1925 prospectus for the magazine: “It has announced that it is not edited for the old lady in Dubuque.”

Just as the Champaign was openede the alarm too me back to the couch. A text from Linda Hill has come in. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “in person.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

To see what others have done with the prompt visit Linda’s blog. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2025/02/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-22-2025/

In Person by John W. Howell © 2025

“So you visited the offices of the New Yorker in person.”

“Nice job on nailing the prompt early.”

“Since you were gone, I thought about how to do that early in the discussion.”

“So we could concentrate on other matters I suppose.”

“How clever you are. How was the tour?”

“Terrific. All the volunteers did a fabulous job. There is one more stop on Wednesday the 26th but we are pretty much back to normal.”

“I missed out trips to the pub.”

“Yeah, Ill bet. Speaking of that did you manage to find someone else to go with you.”

“No. I stayed at home.”

“Doesn’t sound like you.”

“Well without you there is no reason to go.”

“Dear me. Okay let’s get going. Uber?”

“Right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“Now this looks appealing”

“Yeah, we get a couple of cheese steaks with the ride.”

“i don’t eat beef.”

“I know. You’ll have a cheese steak with no steak.”

“A toasted cheese then.”

“Yeah. You got it.”

“Okay let’s go.”

“You’ll enjoy it. I promise.”

 

 

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

Today, I randomly opened Detour on the Eternal Road to page 45. With my eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger was “Steps,” which became the prompt.

Steps by John W. Howell © 2024

“We need to make a list.”

“A list? What for?”

“Lists help with organization by detailing steps in a process.”

“Organization? Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean, we run through life without a purpose.”

“Without a purpose? What about living each day?”

“You know if this dialogue lasts too much longer, you will have come up with twenty questions.”

“Very funny. I’m just trying to understand why we need lists.”

“Let me explain it with an example. Tell me about the day so far.”

“Okay, I’ll play along. I got up. I had breakfast, and now I’m talking to you.”

“What did you accomplish?”

“Huh?”

“If you had a list of your steps to the day, you would have had plenty of time to cross something off that you completed. As it is, you are sitting there looking pretty useless.”

“I beg your pardon. You better watch it, Bud.”

“I’m just saying. By knowingly keeping track of the day’s steps, you will feel more fulfilled knowing how you made a mark.”

“Okay, let’s start with you. What was on your list today?”

“Fine. Here it is. Rise, check. Wait for breakfast, check. Eat breakfast, check. Introduce the concept of listing steps and check. That brings us to now. Four things accomplished already.”

“Who went out to get the breakfast?”

“Well, you.”

“Who served it?”

“You.”

“Who lays around like a fat dumbass?”

“Now, hold on. I am the king of beasts. That’s what we do.”

“Yeah, and you go to listen to that stupid chimpanzee blabber about organization and steps to the day. Then you come back here with some goofy idea about lists.”

“I’m just trying to improve.”

“If you want to improve, go out and get a zebra or something. Better yet, why not take on a rhino. You’re the king of beasts, after all.”

“Gee, I was just thinking —”

“Dangerous pastime for you.”

“Okay, let’s forget it.”

“No, I think you are on to something. I’m going to join the ladies at the waterhole. Here’s a list of things that need doing around the den. Try to feel accomplished today by taking steps to get them done.”

“Yes, dear.”

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt –

One of the more difficult tasks here at the house is keeping the coffee machine in line. Although it is not alive there are suspicions that deep within it’s bowls rests an alien being. It coud be simply AI instaled at the Swiss facory but knowing the Swiss there would be a warning displayed somewhere on the machine.

Keeping it in line is a simple operation. A yank of the plug sets everything to rights again should the little devil decide some nafarious activity.Now that my cup is ready it is time to take a little trip. The clock is set for January 24, 1925. The location is Chicago and duration one hour. A pull of the plunger lands us on State street in time to hear the news.

Chicago Outfit gangster Johnny Torrio survived an assassination attempt when Hymie Weiss and Bugs Moran jumped him as he and his wife were returning to their apartment from a shopping trip. Torrio was shot multiple times, but Moran’s gun clicked empty when he tried to deliver a coup de grâce to Torrio’s head. Johnny did survive but turned ober control of the Chicago Outfit to Al Capone. He moved to New York and then to Italy.

Trying to stay warm in the freezing cold the alarm goes off and the cozy couch saves the day. My text tone let’s me know a text has arrived. It is from Linda Hill. It reads:

Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 25th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “in line.” Use it any way you’d like! Enjoy!

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

In Line by John W, Howell © 2025

“That was some story.”

“The way gangsters kept each other in line was pretty brutal.”

“So that was the end of Johnny Torrio?”

“Nope he returned from Italy to eventually establish the National Crime Syndicate with Lucky Luciano, Longy Zwillman, Joe Adonis, Frank Costello, and Meyer Lansky. He stayed active until he was jailed for tax evasion. He lived quietly after his release in 1941 until his death in 1957.”

“I can’t believe he lived that long.”

“He was in charge of  activities that netted over a billion dollars a year in today’s money. I’m sure he saved a little for his old age.”

“Just a shock that in his case crime paid.”

“You just never know. Maybe he wasn’t very happy.”

“I know what would make me happy.”

“Did you order an Uber?”

“Right over there.”

 

Photo by Dan Antion

“That looks like a Ford Taurus from the 80s.”

“A classis.”

“Don’t vclassic me. Does it run?”

“Of course. How else did it get here?”

“A tow truck maye. Well at least there is a back seat.”

“Uh.”

“Uh what?”

“Two milk crates back there.”

“Of course there are two milk crates. Why am I not surprosed.”

“Shall we go?”

“I’ll bet five bucks he won’t be able to start it.”

“Ha. Got you there. It’s already running.”

“I give up. Let’s go.”

“Adventure ho.”

Tuesday Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt –

Today, I randomly opened my latest Detour on the Eternal Road  (Now available on Amazon) to page 205. With my eyes closed, I pointed to the page, and the word closest to my finger was “Thinking.”

Thinking by John W. Howell © 2024

“I was thinking.”

“A new activity for you.”

“Very funny. I’m serious.”

“What were you thinking?”

“About what we are supposed to do with our lives.”

“Good grief. As if there aren’t enough complications in living, you gotta come up with one more.”

“It’s not a complication. It’s just a question, is all.”

“What brought this on?”

“We live our lives each day and go through all the normal things, right?”

“Right.”

“Do we ever ask ourselves if just living is enough?”

“Enough for who?”

“Enough to be fulfilled.”

“Fulfilled? Where did you get that notion?”

“I hate to say it, but it was over breakfast this morning.”

“You have to explain that one.”

” I was out hunting as usual.”

“Yeah. So was I.”

“And I spotted this thing moving quickly from one place to another.”

“We see that all the time.”

“I know, I know, but this time, there was something different about the way the thing was moving.”

“Different, how?”

“Kinda jerky like it didn’t know where it was going.”

“So what did you do?”

“Lika, any good hunter. I swooped in and grabbed him with my talons.”

“Okay, then what?”

“I flew up to a tree and ate him.”

“So where was the big epiphany on being fulfilled?”

“Turns out it was a mouse, and it was something he said when I swooped down.”

“Tell me.”

“He said, ‘Is that all there is?'”

“Why I listen to you is beyond me. Que the Peggy Lee Video.”

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “Pack/Peck/Pick/Pock/Puck

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Waking up to WordPress’s elimination of the Classic editor made a cup of coffee more vital than ever. The machine didn’t disappoint, and the first cup was thrown back like a shot of cheap whiskey. The second cup brought to mind a workaround.

I found that clicking on the notification bell before opening a blank post still gave me the choice of which editor to use. Being sure this situation won’t last long, it is to be enjoyed while still here. This post was done in the Classic editor.

Now that the editor problem is solved, for the time being, the coffee gave me a brain teaser. “Peter Puck and Paul Peck used a pick on a mountain pock and found only a used hockey puck.”

My text notification goes off, and it is Linda Hill. It reads:

Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 18th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “pack/peck/pick/pock/puck.” Use one or use ’em all for bonus points—it’s up to you! Enjoy!

Go to Linda’s post to see what others have done with the prompt. Here’s the link. https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/17/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2025-daily-prompt-for-jan-18th/

Pack/Peck/Pick/Pock/Puck by John W. Howell ©2024

“What the heck?”

“What?”

“You didn’t do a security dismantle or time trip.”

“Faced with the editor challenge, I didn’t have time.”

“And that brain teaser?”

“Only thing I could think of.”

“This is going to be a rough day for sure.”

“No kidding. I don’t know anything about the other editor, and I have a tour coming up.”

“Now is the time to teach an old dog new tricks.”

“Easy for you young folks to say.”

“Come on, pops, you can do it.”

“I suppose. Did you call Uber?”

“Man, I’m the one usually bringing up the pub.”

“Well, I’m needy.”

“He’s right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“Aw, come on.”

“Pack your troubles in an old kit bag.”

“Not helping.”

“We love you a bushel and a peck.”

“A pock on you.”

“Pick yourself up.”

“Puck you.”

“The last one on the van is a weenie.”

“Childhood, here we come.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

Today, I randomly opened a proof copy of soon to be published Detour on the Eternal Road to page 150. With my eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word “stories” was closest to my finger and is the prompt.

Stories by John W. Howell © 2024

“Come on, Dad, tell me one of your stories.”

“Aw, kid. I think you have heard them all.”

“That’s impossible. You’ve seen so much and have been all over the world. There has got to be one you haven’t told.”

“Well, let me think.”

“Oh, goodie.”

“Have I told you about the time I avoided capture by an enemy?”

“I don’t think so. Start it, and I’ll interrupt if you have.”

“Okay. Once upon a time—”

“Hold it. Heard that one.”

“I was just setting the scene.”

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Who is the storyteller here anyway?”

“I’m sorry, go ahead.”

“I was minding my business and going into the pantry for a snack.”

“Lots of good stuff in there.”

“Excuse me.”

“What?”

“You want to tell the story.”

“No, but it does take you a while to get to the point.”

“Okay, then the point was there was this large chunk of cheese sitting on a wooden platform with some kind of spring-loaded metal apparatus held by a rod connected to where the cheese sat.”

“So it was a mouse trap.”

“How do you know?”

“Duh. There’s the internet, Dad.”

“So there I was, getting hungry and not knowing what to do.”

“So you grabbed something and threw it on the cheese, which sprung the trap, and you had a delightful meal.”

“So much for the story. I guess you heard it before.”

“Not really, it’s just what I would have done.”

“At least you know what to do if you are in the same circumstance.”

“And that’s why your stories are so valuable.”

“You think?”

“Now I’m hungry. Let’s go to the pantry.”

“Not now, son. The cat is roaming around.”

“I’ll bet that is another story.”

“Yeah, for another day.”

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “it’s the little things.”

It is the New Year, and the coffee machine has been working overtime on special coffee requests. With a visit of Son and daughter, there were lattes, flat whites, and dark black coffees. It’s the little things that make a visit so lovely. The machine had a few days off, so it delivered my cup in record time. Taking a sip while cuddled next to Twiggy and Tempest was a short-lived moment of peace. The Westminster chimes uprooted the sleeping dogs, and like the rule states, they should have been left to lie.

Feeling the tiny droplets of blood from shattered eardrums, it is imperative to silence the hounds of Baskerville. A large Benny bone tossed into the bedroom, followed by a slamming door, settled the matter.

Of course, the security system needed to be disengaged before going to the door. The control panel made the process simpler. The boiling oil vats were put on standby, the Trebuchet on safety, the concertina wire rolled, the Claymore mines reset, the tower Gattling guns disengaged, the moat net dropped, and the IUDs and shoulder-held rockets put away. The locks on the door were thrown. The final camera check picked up the image of a guy with a shotgun who looked very much like Elmer Fudd. The AI message was delivered, followed by the snarl of a sabertoothed tiger. “Put down the shotgun.”

He dropped it and threw his hands in the air. The door opened, and he said, “No wabbit, just this message from Linda Hill.” Giving him a hands-down motion allowed the message to pass. “Take your gun and go.”

The Fudd lookalike disappeared around the house. The message was clear. Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 11th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “It’s the little things.” Take whatever the phrase “it’s the little things” brings to mind and use it in your post. Have fun!

If you would like to see what others do with the prompt, visit Linda’s blog. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/10/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2025-daily-prompt-for-jan-11th/

It’s the Little Things by John W. Howell © 2025

“Why no history today?”

“Since this is my first Saturday post this year, and my friend Dan, who passed away  in 2024, loved the security dismantling stuff, I decided to do it.”

“I hope he enjoyed it.”

“I’m sure he did.”

“It’s the little things that mean the most.”

“You have become a philosopher?”

“No. I just thought it was a great place to toss in the prompt.”

“Yeah, that makes more sense.”

“So, how was your time off?”

“It was great. Got a lot of visiting in and had some great food.”

“That is always good.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Speaking of good.”

“Here it comes.”

“Whaddya say to a few Voo Doo Rangers?”

“I missed last week, so they sound pretty good. Uber?”

“Right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“Okay, this is weird.”

“Why do you say that?”

“We don’t get that much snow where we are in Texas.”

“All the more reason for a unique ride.”

“So the three in the front is doable.”

“Yup. Checked it myself.”

“Did you get a deal?”

“Free ride except for one stop.”

“What’s the stop?”

“A detour to Oaklahoma.”

“Great. Where there is snow, right?”

“Right. It’ll be a great weekend.”

“Pub first.”

“Of course.”

 

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – My Year

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The coffee machine has decided to take some time off for the holidays, which finishes my year perfectly. Since AI is new to me, there was no way to negotiate any other outcome. This morning’s coffee is being made in a French Press. We are in the four-minute waiting period, which seems like four hours. Finally, the press is ready. A slow, steady pressure is applied, and the grounds are squeezed to one-quarter their size. The Costa Rican coffee aroma hits the nose, and the first sip brings back the memory of the clock.

The clock is set for December 29, 1924. The location is Hollywood, California, and the time is two hours. A pull of the plunger and we find ourselves at Grumman’s Chinese Theater. We are here in time to see the premiere of the silent movie Peter Pan.

The adventure film Peter Pan, directed by Herbert Brenon and starring Betty Bronson in the title role, was released by Paramount Pictures (at the time, Famous Players–Lasky). The film was an adaptation of the J. M. Barrie play Peter Pan, or the Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up, which had premiered almost 20 years earlier (on December 27, 1904) and which Barrie novelized in 1911 in the book Peter and Wendy.

After the movie, our alarm goes off, and we find ourselves on the couch with a tub of popcorn. A text from Linda Hill comes in. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “my year.” Use “my year” as the theme of your post. 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/2024/12/27/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-28-2024/

My Year by John W. Howell © 2024

“Well, that was a trip. Whatever happened to that silent movie?”

“After being considered lost, the film footage would be rediscovered at the Eastman School of Music in the 1950s and restored. In 2000, the Library of Congress selected the film for preservation in the National Film Registry.”

“I would like to see that movie.”

“I know you can buy it on DVD from Amazon.”

“Oh. I was more or less thinking of free viewing.”

“Ah. It is on YouTube. Here’s the link https://youtu.be/KregKeKX9as”

“Yeah, that is much better. Gotta keep room in the budget for the VooDoo Rangers.”

“You haven’t paid for a VooDoo Ranger in years.”

“I know, but this may be my year to do it.”

“You are running out of time. Did you call Uber?”

“Yup, he’s right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“You are joking, right?”

“Got a great deal.”

“I’ve said a hundred times we don’t need great deals on an Uber.”

“How’s free?”

“Really?”

“Yup, and all we have to do is hold some electrical wires for the guy.”

“Hold some electrical wires? You mean like up in the air.”

“Yeah, in the bucket while he splices them onto the power grid.”

“Power grid like a billion watts power grid.”

“Well, yeah. He said there’s nothing to it, and it is only a half hour of work.”

“Why I go along with this, I’ll never know.”

“Also, wear your rubber boots.”

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Wish

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Linda Hill’s prompt today is ‘wish.’ Here is what she says about it. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wish.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy! If you want to see other posts on this prompt, go to Linda’s blog. Here is the link  https://lindaghill.com/2024/12/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-21-2024/ 

I can only think of one way to use this prompt. Here it is.

Wish by John W. Howell © 2024

“That was an oldie.”

“I wanted to play the Jimminy Cricket solo, but Disney won’t allow it.”

“What do you mean?”

“The video owner won’t allow playing it on other venues.”

“Well, at least you got the song.”

“Yeah. When You Wish Upon A Star was a boyhood favorite.”

“It’s from the movie Pinocchio.”

“That was released a long time ago.”

“1940.”

“Before you were born?”

“Not long before. I was born in 1941. The movie played when I was a kid. I suppose it was a re-release.”

“It is a beautiful song. Makes me think of a wish.”

“Don’t even tell me, or it may not come true. Did you order Uber?”

“Yup. He’s right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

 

“I see he some trees.”

“I think they are going with us to the pub.”

“Now that is festive.”

“Notice it has a back seat.”

“I’m so pleased. It will even be a warm ride.”

“Well, we must watch out for you oldsters after all.”

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – ‘Food’

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After putting the food for breakfast into Twiggy and Tempeste’s bowls, it is time for coffee. Thinking a change would be good, the coffee machine was ordered to brew a Latte instead of the standard straight 10-ounce cup. The button is pushed, and nothing. The machine stares back at me as if a big mistake is about to happen. The touchpad asks, “You sure?” Once more, the order is confirmed, and the sounds begin almost like the machine shrugs what could pass for shoulders. Steamed milk followed by a shot of espresso and then foam.

Grabbing the finished product and taking a sip turns the mind to the clock. Today, the clock is set for December 14, 1924. The location is Fairfield, Montana, and the duration is thirty minutes. The plunger is pulled, and we arrive in Fairfield in time to see a record being set.

The town of Fairfield, Montana, set a weather record for most significant drop of temperature in a 12-hour period, from 63 °F (17.2 °C) at noon to −21 °F (−29.4 °C) at midnight. It is now midnight, and my cheeks are starting to crack in the cold. Being caught in twenty-one degrees below zero temperature in PJs is not the most comfortable thing in the world. Just as my Lattee begins to freeze, the alarm goes off, and we are back on the warm, comfy couch.

Linda Hill sent a text. It reads, “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “food.” 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/2024/12/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-14-2024/

Food by John W. Howell © 2024

“Well, you had no trouble with the food prompt.”

“No, it seemed to flow with the morning routine.”

“How was that Latte anyway?”

“It was great in liquid  and popsicle form.”

“Hard to believe that big of a temperature swing in twelve hours.”

“Yeah, I can tell you that the temperature below zero was cold. I heard some guy say it was a dry cold. It was cold, cold.”

“Don’t you think next time you should wear something more substantial than PJs?’

“Yeah, I didn’t think that one through.”

“Did anyone want to loan you a jacket or anything?”

“No. An old guy asked if I needed any food, but that was it.”

“Lucky you weren’t put in a mental hospital.”

“I suppose. Never gave that a thought either.”

“I have a thought.”

“Bubbles, amber liquid, thought of a food in some parts of the world?”

“I think you are on to me.”

“Call Uber.”

“He’s right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“I see we are going first class.”

“At least there is a backseat.”

“I’ll give you that. But not much more.”