October 17, 2016 at 7:42 pm

A couple is 2.
A few is 3 or 4.
Five is 5, because it’s a round number. It’s five. If you mean 3, 4, 6, 7, etc. you don’t mean five. If you mean 5 you’d say five.
Several is 6, 7, 8, or 9. Because ten is 10. It’s two 5’s. A ten. Ten-spot.
Some is 3 to 175.

• I said that “Patriotism” is a way of saying “Women and children first.” And that no one can force a man to feel this way. Instead he must embrace it freely. I want to tell about one such man. He wore no uniform and no one knows his name, or where he came from; all we know is what he did.  In my home town sixty years ago when I was a child, my mother and father used to take me and my brothers and sisters out to Swope Park on Sunday afternoons. It was a wonderful place for kids, with picnic grounds and lakes and a zoo. But a railroad line cut straight through it. One Sunday afternoon a young married couple were crossing these tracks. She apparently did not watch her step, for she managed to catch her foot in the frog of a switch to a siding and could not pull it free. Her husband stopped to help her.  But try as they might they could not get her foot loose. While they were working at it, a tramp showed up, walking the ties. He joined the husband in trying to pull the young woman’s foot loose. No luck — Out of sight around the curve a train whistled. Perhaps there would have been time to run and flag it down, perhaps not. In any case both men went right ahead trying to pull her free … and the train hit them. The wife was killed, the husband was mortally injured and died later, the tramp was killed — and testimony showed that neither man made the slightest effort to save himself.  The husband’s behavior was heroic … but what we expect of a husband toward his wife: his right, and his proud privilege, to die for his woman. But what of this nameless stranger? Up to the very last second he could have jumped clear. He did not. He was still trying to save this woman he had never seen before in his life, right up to the very instant the train killed him. And that’s all we’ll ever know about him.
  This is how a man dies.  This is how a man … lives!

• Robert Heinlein  Wikiquote – From an address he made to a naval academy in 1988.

Dear You,

Once upon a time not so long ago, in fact a few, or several, or some weeks ago just before we were ordered to shelter in our abodes because a deadly virus was encroaching upon the world and getting closer to home, I paid a visit to the local library. And, boy, am I glad I did because I checked out two interesting books. Did I read them? Well true confession: in parts. Both books are a series of short stories each by its own author, and the one I’m going to talk about now is by a very famous science fiction writer of the past, who wrote the novel “Stranger in a Strange Land.” A book I’ve never read but would like to. Short stories seemed more manageable. So the short story I am finishing now, is about someone’s house that mysteriously and tragically went up in flames and it turns out the perpetrator was a person who practiced witchcraft, or black magic, making it more difficult to fix the problem. The architect who’s hired to do so is an honorable and thoughtful man. Anyway, the truth of the matter is that I stopped in the middle of this story, and have no idea if what I told you is really what happened, or if I just made it up. I think they call that meta diction or metafiction, or something like that. Anyway, I will tell you what’s absolutely true – The title is “Magic Inc.” and in this story good people travel around on magic carpets to get from one place to the next. I also know gnomes, yes, gnomes, were hired to rebuild the house that bunted down, but since the gnomes were only four feet tall they were subject to verbal abuse, and a spanking if they dared to cross Mrs. Jennings the proprietor of the burnt house. Mrs. Jennings is just a little bit evil. Well, I think I will finish this story without looking back, as I’m fascinated with all the magic that unfolds within its narrative. My urgency to get back to it stems from the fact that the library just opened up in phase two of the sheltering in place process and they informed me that they renewed the books, but that they will be due July 21. Plenty of time!

As I look back at the strangeness of this invasive virus that has disrupted everyone’s life I can’t help but think that we are now living in sci fI times, and it truly feels like we are strangers in a strange land, and what we could really use is an army of gnomes to get us back on course, and maybe a few magic carpets to get to places we can only imagine these days, going to in our dreams. I highly recommend that you read “Magic inc” so you can tell me what happens in the beginning. Happy magic carpet flying! And watch out for bad witches.

Strangely Yours,

TiffanyCreek@Magic Inc.

P.S.  Follow the links and read more about the author of “Magic Inc.” and “Stranger in a Strange Land.”

https://www.heinleinsociety.org/2011/08/robert-a-heinlein-a-biography/

So much sadness in the world.  People dying alone, or on their cell phone, through a hospital window saying goodbye to a loved one.   Or not saying goodbye from a bed in the projects, or a castle on the rock, like Mont San Michel.  Too much misery.

The tsunami was coming our way.  But who would have thought what happened in Italy could come here.  Puzzling they had such a first class health system, but people were chosen to live or die like a basket of apples, the rotten ones were thrown out.  We were better than this, or so we thought.  For it came to our doorstep and the Big Apple held on as long as possible but it was too late. Crash!  Beds full to the brim and nurses and aides and doctors rushed to the rescue, in Louisiana and other places where people of color became the main victims of their own poverty. No health education or welfare.  Horrific and swept under the rug, dead bodies left to rot in a truck at a mortuary, in Brooklyn.  Hard to believe.

Some people say it’s a hoax.

Everything put on hold, at the center of the press and pushed out the arrest for the lynching two months ago of Ahmaud Arbery, out for a jog in his hometown in the middle of the day shot and killed in cold blood, by a man and son with links to the local sheriff.   How are black to live day to day without putting up a guard.  Impossible. Injust. But no one cares about the black boys whose lives are ruined, since the day they set foot on this soil.

More law issues permeate the news as our corrupt government frees a lying accomplice to a crime flirting with the Russians.  What does it matter?

There is a silver lining to all of this madness.  Some have never been so happy in their everyday productive lives.  The skies are clear, the roads are empty.  But people are unemployed.  The worst since 1939.

What will happen now that we are flattening the curve?  Hospitalizations decline, even though the deaths continue to fluctuate, and the cases rise.  We don’t know who’s infected.  We treat others like banshees as we cross their paths.  All we can do is say “Hi!”

What will tomorrow bring?