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a sound tells a story

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2X2L calling CQ New York – Isn’t there anyone on the air? Isn’t there anyone on the air? Isn’t there anyone?

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Every person is absolutely unique

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Every person is absolutely unique. Why is this so hard to grasp?

Maybe it’s because there are so many of us, it’s hard to imagine no two are alike. But that’s the fact, Jack.

And yet we keep getting lumped into groups, some of them arbitrary, some of them fixed, and we keep accepting the group-think.

Oh, you’re a woman. Oh, your skin is a certain tinge. Oh, you belong to that church. Oh, you’re that age. Oh, you usually vote Republican. Oh, you read romance novels. Oh, you watch that TV channel.

Oh … wait.

Every person is unique.

Every. Person. Is. Unique.

I can’t assume anything about you because you’re a woman, or because your skin has that tinge, or any of those other things. You don’t think like every other woman, you don’t act like everyone whose skin is that shade, you don’t believe everything that I may think Republicans believe. You don’t, do you?

There is no one else in the world like you. No one else has been through what you have, in the same order.

You. Are. Unique. One of a kind. Indispensable and irreplaceable.

And so is everyone else.

Make assumptions based on a glance, or a brief encounter, and you miss a chance to understand.

Demographics, shmemographics: You can’t predict what the person in front of you will think or do based on studies or your observations of what other people who look like him have thought or done.

Lump people into groups, and you deny their humanity. You miss what makes them unique.

You hate it when someone says, “Oh, you’re a woman.” “Oh, you’re one of those Democrats.” As if the label explains who you are.

No. You have a name. You have an identity. You are an individual.

And so is everyone else.

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.

What are the odds

After inhaling All Around the Town, a novel by Mary Higgins Clark, in one weekend, I decided to try another of her mystery-suspense stories and pulled the only available audiobook out of the local library: No Place Like Home.

I was immediately put off by the book’s outlandish premise: A woman who killed her mother accidentally at age 10 while protecting her from her brutal stepfather has pledged to her dying first husband not to reveal her past to anyone again – and her second husband just happens to buy her a new house for her birthday that just happens to be the childhood home where her mother died.

The monstrous coincidence – which I presumed would turn out not to be a coincidence – and the character’s reticence to tell her husband the truth (her husband!!!), almost put me off to continuing the story.

But then the narrator explained where the story is set: It all comes down in Mendham, New Jersey, less than five miles from where I spent the second half of my childhood. What are the odds, of all the books in the world, I would randomly pick up one that was set in my hometown?

If that kind of coincidence is possible in the real world, why not the crazy coincidence Clark asks me to accept in hers? So off we went …