Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Green People

Would we really care all that much if little green men showed up and they weren't trying to probe or abduct us?  That's the premise in Tales From Dry Gulch, an anthology about a town where the saloon's piano player is from an alien planet.  If you came in off the trail and asked "Why is this fellow green?" you'd be told because he's an alien from another planet.  Then you'd reply: Does he take requests?

Of course he takes requests. The folks at Dry Gulch are friendly. 

It's just not the way that relationship is supposed to work in most stories.  Oh, he's green because he's from another planet.  And he plays the piano. I'll have a glass of your local malt and maybe he can play something.

Of course the Martians in my novella Fallen Angel are not at all nice. They view humans more as food.  Mabel Sanders is the only one who can communicate with them, so she's pressed into interpretation duty first by the Sioux and then by the United States Army.  She can communicate with them as, being an angel, she speaks all languages.  So, these green guys, you don't want to hang out.

I really like stories about little green men in flying saucers.  These are but two of them you can order or download right now.  See what you've been missing.

Monday, November 18, 2019


I read where UPS expects around 2 million return packages on January 2nd alone as people return all the crap they shouldn't have bought in the first place. This seems very wasteful to me.

My solutions to the problem:
Don't give clothing.  I always hated clothing gifts.  They were the wrong color, or the wrong size or something wool [I really hate wool and won't wear it].

If it's stupid, well it's stupid.  Remember Pet Rocks?  At least they didn't cost much.
Give something a person actually has a use for.

If the person can read and write, books are still good gifts.  I have three recent books to stuff that stocking: Tales From Dry Gulch, Fallen Angel and Legends of the Dragon Cowboys.  They're good books, especially Legend of the Dragon Cowboys.  I have another book, a science fiction novel called Bonded Agent, but male readers don't like it although female readers do.

Just don't give a gift at all.  My family stopped exchanging gifts years ago and we all loved it [except for the dog, who seemed to still want a present under the Xmas tree].

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Driving along

When I lived in Colorado I used to marvel at how  often cars driven by senior citizens drove into 7-Elevens.  Well, there aren't very many 7-Elevens in the Tucson area.  Lacking a 7-Eleven, some lady drove into my neighbor's house yesterday.  The fire rescue people carted her away to the hospital and the sheriff's department was tasked with figuring out what to do with it. Do they charge her with something? Can they take away her driver license?   I don't really know.  At least no innocent bystander was hurt.

Having an elderly parent myself who is still on the road, I do still worry that dad will be on the evening news some day.  I don't know what caused the lady to have her episode. Sometimes it's medical, other times they just get confused and think the gas petal is the brake.  I may never know. It's a sad situation that's a bit too frequent.

Friday, November 15, 2019


Last night the coyotes were howling.  I don't speak Coyote, so I don't know what it was about.  I also noted that our family of quail in the neighborhood are gone.  We also have a hawk that likes our neighborhood.  I call the hawk, Henry.  My dilemma is I don't know if the demise of the quail is due to the hawk or the coyotes.  Mt impression is both are quite happy with a quail dinner.

Now, what difference does it make?  None, really. It's just the sort of thing I spend my time wondering about.

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Holiday Greetings

One of the many peculiarities of the Holiday season is the Christmas Card.  Folks send far less than they once did, but this oddity still exists.  Some years ago I found a set of old fashioned postcards. Since postcards don't need envelopes and have less postage costs than regular Christmas cards, I thought this concept was awesome.  I have not seen this sort of thing in years and am surprised it never really caught on.  I'd buy some if I could find some, but that seems unlikely.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Pluto, make up your mind.

Apparently Pluto is now a planet again. At least the guy in charge of NASA seems to think so. Citing its many planet features like a moon and stuff.  Supposedly it's thermal activity and atmosphere mean they should change it back from Dwarf Something.

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Shopping Bliss

Beyond yesterday's mention of getting kicked out of restaurants, I note I used to get kicked out of supermarkets.  For instance, some old hag kept running her shopping cart into me at a Kroger [King Super] back in Colorado.  I told her to get away from me and she immediately returned with a manager and I was removed and banned.  For a while there, this played similarly. At a Safeway this [another] old hag cut in front of me in line.  I told her she was dead if she didn't get in her place and the manager and police swooped over and not only made me leave but trespassed me as well.

Then, I stopped getting kicked out of stores when I moved to Arizona.  And now I get kicked out of restaurants.  The last one, I don't know why--perhaps mistaken identity.  The one last month, the hostess told me to sit anywhere. I sat at a table by the window [lunch time hardly anyone in restaurant].  "You can't sit there.  Go over there to crappy tables." And I replied "You said sit anywhere."  And she said, "You get out. We don't want your kind here."

It's not easy being me.

Way back in the good old days, the Irish were treated that way, tossed out of restaurants and barred from hotels.  My character, Miles O'Malley,  In The Devil's Due discovers his horse is more welcome at a lodging place than he is.

Well, alas, I don't seem as welcome as Miles lately.  And no, I have no idea what "your kind" implied.