Brands of my kid-dom

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I looked at the logo on the coffee cup I use a couple of times every week and started thinking about how some brands and people take me back to being a kid every time.

That elongated S for Studebaker transports me to the days I always rode in the back seat with my two brothers. Dad bought a succession of Studebakers through the 1950s and mid-60s, sold on the company and the trusted Werner dealership he favored. I remember how foreign the back seat of that 1965 Ford Galaxie felt.

There are few brands that feel so linked to my childhood – but there are a few. Continue reading Brands of my kid-dom

scene 10

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I got up and started pacing around the room, looking for a way to escape the sudden breakout of a UFO hunters’ convention.

“Give me one freaking break,” I said, trying not to shout or descend into hysterical hysteria. “Please don’t tell me this is all about Roswell and big government cover-ups.”

“No,” Stella said. “It’s not about Roswell. Well, only to the extent that Roswell is part of the cover-up.”

I snorted.

“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?” Continue reading scene 10

Second quarter + one month report

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I saw a quote recently that said nothing ever goes as planned – you wind up where you are by accident no matter what your big plans are. It’s a variation of the proverbial John Lennon quote, “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.”

And so, as I review my announced plans for 2017 for this month-late update, I don’t feel terribly bad about saying, well, Life happened. Continue reading Second quarter + one month report

5 more first lines

Rolf Pepperkorn blinked three times and stared so long that everything seemed awkward before he finally blurted, “You’re a leprechaun!” and immediately felt embarrassed.

The old man pulled a book he’d never read off the shelf, settled into his reading chair, opened the old tome and cried, “All right, you, where are we going together tonight?”

It was a race to the lighthouse, but neither the plane nor the sailboat had a way to land.

Was it days or weeks or months or years since he’d been on land and raised his face to a warm sun?

I really can’t remember the first time the rabbits in the yard began to talk.

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Pete Bratcher walked out of his barn as I clattered up in my pickup truck. Stella, or Kathleen or Whoever Her Name Was, stepped out behind him. It didn’t feel reassuring that both were cradling rifles. They seemed to relax when it became clear no one was in the truck with me and no one was following me. What, did they think I’d bring the law with me, or that the law would insist on coming along?

Maybe it was me putting airs on Pete now that I had some idea he was more than he seemed, but I felt like there was a sharpness and an edge to the way he carried himself this morning, as opposed to good old rumpled and relaxed Peter who was everybody’s pal.

The girl – why after the last 30-40 years is it still OK to call a young woman a girl? – wore her ever-present baseball cap with the ponytail through the back and the thin line of a mouth. The T-shirt and jeans showed how trim she was, as always, which I admit would be distracting if not for her firm “can’t touch this” attitude and the fact that I was too upset to notice that sort of thing just then. Continue reading scene 9

An interview with C.C. Beck

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The Hogan’s Alley website (“the magazine of the cartoon arts”) published this interview with C.C. Beck, the artist who created so many Captain Marvel stories over the years – the real/original Captain Marvel, the Big Red Cheese, who has been changed over the years to the point where the character is fairly unrecognizable.

Captain Marvel had a huge influence on Myke Phoenix, from the concept of a normal person changing bodies with a mighty warrior to the whimsical tone I tried to inject into the tales, especially as time went by. Mostly, though, I am charmed by those old stories for many, many reasons, not the least of which was how much fun they were, but …

Well, read what went on in the background for yourself.