Crashing and Driving School

I’ve seen a vast number of inconsiderate drivers over the years, so I came up with a plan to improve the situation.

When I retire, I want to buy an old truck and drive around looking for bad drivers.  If someone runs a red light, I’m not going to stop.  Instead, I will hit them with my truck.

If they try to steal my parking space, I will hit them with my truck.

I plan to hit them hard enough to leave a nasty dent, but not hard enough to cause injuries.

Sounds like a great plan to me.

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The Life of Microscopic Creatures

Sometimes, I think about all the different cells, microscopic mites, and other things that live on or within the human body.  I wonder what life would be like, if I was such a creature.

Blood cells run around all day.  They collect oxygen and deliver that oxygen all over the body.

  • Hello, Blood Cell Fred.  What are you doing today?
  • Well, I am going to collect and deliver oxygen.  The same thing I did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that, and……..

The immune system is responsible for defense.  White blood cells are solders and they are always ready for a fight.

  • Intruder Alert!  All available solders report to the sinus cavity ASAP.  Deploy mucus defenses and prepare for combat.

Microscope mites live on our bodies, including on our eyelashes.  When I lose an eyelash that would be a catastrophic event in their world.

  • This is Molly Mite, reporting for Mighty Might News.  An eyelash, known as Miniville, mysteriously disappeared.  The number of causalities is unknown at this time.  Also, the Department of Missing Mites is overwhelmed by mites trying to locate loved ones that lived in the region.  Further updates will be available during the 7:00 broadcast.

My Extra-Terrestrial Friend (A Short Story)

My name is Dr. Haley Armstrong and I have an extra-terrestrial friend.

It all started in 2147, while I was working at the Mars Research Laboratory (Site A).  The lab was old and rarely used, so I was alone that day.  A massive storm was raging on the planet, so all I could see was clouds of red dust swirling around the facility.  That’s why I never noticed the small spacecraft approaching the launch bay.

The first time I actually got a glimpse of Triad was on the security camera.  I am not ashamed to say, I almost fainted.  Triad walked down the corridor and bypassed the security code on each door, as if it was child’s play.  He was tall and slender.  His skin had a distinctive greenish tint, but the funniest thing about him was his attire.  He was dressed like a 20th century hippy.

Triad reached the door outside my room and looked into the camera.  He asked if he could come inside the room to talk to me.  It’s not like he needed my permission.  There was nothing I could do to stop him.

My body was trembling with fear and I wanted to hide.  However, I also longed to meet this strange individual at my door.  After a few tense moments, Triad smiled and said, “I understand.  I will wait out here until you are ready to talk to me.”

He seemed so polite and didn’t look threatening at all.  I opened the door, even though my brain was screaming for me to stop.

Triad introduced himself.  He was an anthropology student and specialized in galactic studies.  He was working on a research project and was given strict instructions to never make contact with any Earthlings, because we are irrational and have violent tendencies.

For some reason, Triad sensed I was different.  He was taking a great risk by coming to meet me.  If he was captured by unscrupulous scientist, he would probably be killed and dissected for the purpose of scientific research.

If his existence became public knowledge, it would lead to wide spread panic and destruction.  However, Triad believed in my peaceful nature and in my ability to keep our friendship a secret.

I just stared at him.  I was completely at a loss for words.  My mind was spinning, as if a tornado was jumbling up each thought and I couldn’t even manage to say my own name.

Triad paused for a second and laughed.  He said, “I know my appearance is rather shocking.”

After what seemed like an eternity, I was finally able to introduce myself.  There was a gleam of happiness in Triad’s eyes.  He extended his hand saying, “I believe your people grasp each other’s hand as a sign of friendship.  Is that correct?”

I was finally starting to relax, so I reached out and took his hand.  His skin was warm and silky smooth.

We talked for hours.  He told me all about his planet and his people.  They are a peaceful bunch.  There hasn’t been a war in just over 5 millennium.  Their life span is on average 250 years.

Triad was 82, but still was not old enough to teach at the educational centers.  He recently completed his mandatory studies and would spend the next 15 to 20 years conducting field research.

I asked Triad about intergalactic space travel.  He tried to explain it to me, but it was way beyond my comprehension.

I told Triad about my family and my future aspirations.  We talked about life on Earth and what it was like to work at the Mars research laboratory.  It was a great privilege; only the best scientist are allowed to work on Mars.  We spend one year on Mars and then return to Earth for at least two years.

Triad decided to try some of the food I had with me, but it literally made him vomit.  He was so embarrassed and apologized profusely.  Now, it was my turn to laugh.

The storm was starting to clear and Triad said he must leave.  He didn’t want anyone in the other laboratories  to see him or his spacecraft.

I stammered a few words that didn’t make much sense, even to me.  I desperately wanted to continue talking to Triad.  He looked at me with understanding and said he would also like to communicate with me in the future.

Triad handed me a black device, about the size of my thumb.  The front of the device had three red lights and each side had a button.  The back of the device was covered in tiny writing that looked like some kind of crazy mathematical equation.

Triad asked me, “Do you know Morse code?”

I looked at him with astonishment.  I told him, “It’s an antiquated form of communication.  Nobody uses it.”

Triad learned Morse code as part of his studies.  He created a cheatsheet for me, so I could learn it too.  Then he taught me how to use the device.  I could use it to send Triad messages in Morse code and he would respond back in kind.

If someone accidentally found the device, it would look like random light impulses that can be used for relaxation or meditation.  I would be the only person able to understand the messages created by the flashing lights.

As Triad turned to leave, I screamed “Wait!”  I rushed over to him and grabbed him in an embrace.  Tears were pouring down my face.  Between each sobbing breath, I managed to tell Triad how grateful I was for his trust and how much I looked forward to communicating with him in the future.

Triad was surprised by my display of emotions.  He responded by saying, “Now I know, I have a true Earth friend.  I hope one day, I will be able to see you in person once again.”

Triad left and I haven’t seen him since that day.  However, we send messages to each other frequently.  Triad is my extra-terrestrial pen-pal and a true (all be it strange) friend.

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Old Family Photos and Family Legacy

A few days ago, I posted a couple of photos of Mom and Aunt Kathy.  While I was looking for those pictures, I came across a few photos of my grandparents (Frank and Edith Lynn) and my great-grandparents (Otis and Ollie Lynn).

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I look at these photos and wonder about their lives.  They were just doing normal things, going to school, getting married, raising their children, and working at various jobs.

However, time moves quickly.  Their children grew up, moved away, and had their own children.  Those children also grew up, moved away, and had their own children.  And so it continued….

My great-grandparents and grandparents are no longer living.  However, their legacy is still here.  It continues through stories, pictures, even some character traits that seem to be genetic in nature.

Even when there is nobody left that remembers them, their legacy will continue to live on in our family.

Pictures Tell a Funny Story

These pictures tell a funny story.

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This picture was taken November 1958.  The girl on the right is Kathy, my aunt.  It’s her birthday, so the cake is for her.  The girl on the left is Rita, my mother.  She is obviously upset about not having her own cake.  Just look at that face.

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This picture was taken later that same day.  There are two things that really stand out to me.

  1.  My grandparents were poor and they didn’t have money to buy birthday gifts for Kathy.  However, my grandmother worked hard to make the day special.  She baked a cake, curled Kathy’s hair, and dressed the girls in their best clothes.
  2. My mom is no longer frowning.  Instead, she is now smiling and has her own cake.  If you look close, you will see my mom’s cake is bigger than Kathy’s.  Obviously, my mom was capable of throwing some epic fits in her younger years.  How else would she end up with a cake bigger than the birthday girl’s cake.  I think my mom was an extremely difficult child.