Sunday, October 25, 2015

Southern Charm...

...and gracious living...that's my Aunt Alta's home.  She invited us to stay with her for a few days, and as always she was a kind and welcoming hostess.
She is a genuine Southern Lady, and I mean that in the truest sense of that term.  Alta represents the best of a better generation, one that grew up with hardship, rose to meet the gravest dangers with bravery and sacrifice, then put their shoulders to the plow and built the most prosperous and powerful nation mankind has ever known.

It was a treat to visit with her, see some relatives, and hear more of my family's history.

One of the best parts of this trip for me was seeing my Uncle John's exhibit in the Louisiana Sports Hall of Fame in Natchitoches (pronounced "Nak-a-tish" for some cajun reason...though try explaining why Mackinac is pronounced "Mak-in-naw".)

The hall of fame building itself is controversial for its architecture.  Natchitoches is the oldest town in Louisiana, filled with quaint homes from a bygone era.  In the middle of that they plunked down a 23 million dollar modernist building that has engendered emotions ranging from outrage to disgust.  It's almost like a giant Frank Lloyd Wright was out for a stroll one day and dropped one of his avant garde creations right in the middle of the historic downtown.  It would be cool and appropriate in Palm Springs, but the effect in Natchitoches is jarring.
tons of concrete make it look like an out of place parking garage from outside.

the interior is modernist in the extreme
My uncle's display is in the horse racing section of the Hall:

John Franks is the only owner to win 5 "eclipse" awards, horse racing's version of "the Oscar"

This was an unexpectedly emotional event for me.  I didn't really know my Uncle John well for a variety of reasons, but standing in the Hall of Fame and reading about his accomplishments made me grieve for a relationship that could have been, but never was.  I'm sorry I missed out on knowing him.  Everything I'm learning indicates he was a special individual who achieved greatness in multiple disciplines, all while remaining humble and generous to those around him.  It's clear he is respected and even revered by all who knew him.

All too soon our visit was over and it was time to fly home:
"the girls" ready for takeoff in Shreveport
An interesting incident occurred in the Shreveport airport.  While we were checking in, an announcement sounded over the loudspeakers: "Please stand for the playing of our National Anthem."

Surprised - I'd never heard an announcement like that at an airport before - I turned and found the flag, then stood along with everyone else in my view, hands over our hearts, as the strains of The Star Spangled Banner filled the airport.

It was "a moment", and though I tried not to, tears streamed down my face as I thought of all the men and women who have given their lives in defense of our nation.

Cut down in the prime of their lives, when they should have been going to school or jobs, loving someone, being loved as sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, husbands and wives...but instead of that they sacrificed themselves on the altar of freedom so we can enjoy our God given, blood bought rights of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.  Heartrending to think of the incalculable cost of freedom.

It was a long trip home due to disruptions from Hurricane Patricia blowing up from Mexico.  We ended up waiting in the Dallas / Fort Worth airport for six hours, but finally went airborne by 8 pm CDT:
the Dallas / Ft. Worth skyline

Touched down in Grand Rapids at 11 pm EDT, and were greeted by a miniature of that famous sculpture, unique to our city, that makes everyone who sees it ask, "what the heck is that?"
And as always, the answer rings out loud and clear every time: I have no idea.

Today has been all about decompressing and relaxing, preparing for another work week.  Autumn is definitely winding down now...

...but it's a beautiful, sunny, day, and just right for cruising in Mr. T.  Karen snapped a pic as I was returning from a spin around the neighborhood, getting ready to turn into our driveway:
homeward bound...

Later, mcm fans...

Monday, October 19, 2015

Mr. T...

...and me, back from a spin around the block.  Getting more comfortable driving's very cool, just very different than modern cars.

Another view...
...putting him in the garage for the night...and unfortunately, soon for the winter.  It's been in the 30's at night now, and obviously it's an open cab so it's cold tooling along at 35 or 40 mph in 40 degree weather.

Might change the baby blue to basic black sometime next year...would be more appropriate, but the blue is pretty sharp.

Finished the first draft of my story, TAT...hope to have it on Kindle by the end of's being edited, cover art is being created, so we're getting close.

Almost time for Mr. Bolts to make his annual appearance...
 He'll be joined by a few more friends this year...will highlight them in the next couple of posts.

Short one this week...

Later, mcm fans...

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Model T... to the repair shop...unfortunately...finally got things straight with the Model T deal I was working on and the 2nd day I had it the starter died...and couldn't start it with the hand crank in off to Steve's Antique Auto Repair...luckily he's less than 2 miles from our house.  We'll get it sorted out this week and then maybe I can actually learn to drive it before the snow flies.  FRUSTRATING...

Finished a story I was writing and am getting close to publishing on Amazon for Kindle.  The working title is TAT for now, but that may change.  Most indie authors have zero sales on Kindle and all the other ebook sites, so I'm not holding my breath, but I'll put it out there and see what happens.  More to come.  In the meantime, here are some pics that may be elements of and/or influence the cover art:

So we're a third of the way through October and so far the colors are less than spectacular:

Kind of dull and already dropping lots of leaves...a bit disappointing so far, but at least it will be November soon when all the leaves are gone and winter will be knocking on the door...I'm so happy I could spit.

Later, mcm fans...

Monday, October 5, 2015

Sleeping With The...

...Marilyn...and there was in fact only one Marilyn, so she deserves the singular appelation.

Since winter's a'comin', Karen found a quilt rack for holding some of our blankets...once attached to the wall, she rearranged a few things and voila, a new look in the boudoir.  I like it.

Missed a couple of weeks of blogging...mostly due to being busy at work and finishing up a novel length manuscript I've been writing - it ain't a novel until it's published.

But that's going to happen pretty soon...getting some cover art together, then going to start publishing on Amazon for Kindle.

Always said I would never do the vanity press thing, and that is had to pay to get your book in print, and that's not how publishing is supposed to work.  The author is supposed to get paid, not pay to have his/her book published.

With Kindle publishing, there is no cost to the author at all...if you sell something, you get paid...if you don't sell anything, no money flows into your coffers.  I like this arrangement.

I do realize I'm throwing my hat into the ring that's already filled with thousands of other hats, hoping that somehow MY hat is going to stand out.  The clinical term for this is "delusional".  But since hope springs eternal, and there are enough success stories - e.g., 50 Shades - I'm going to give this a try.

Some pics that may end up as part of the cover art:

More to come...

Later, mcm fans...