OR, for those of you with older cars, …
OR, for those of you with older cars, …
I had to cut Hatchet Jack some slack this past weekend.
Given that Jack had invited me up to the mountains for the weekend, and being a Good Friend as I am, I went along and spent some time visiting with him in his snowdrift. I will confess that I was quite intrigued to hear more of his his tall tale of Colt Wyoming, the author of “The Gathering at Bushnell Falls.” As it would turn out, Jack was fairly mute on that subject.
In fact, I found him fairly mute on most things. He seemed almost tongue-tied and frozen, almost unintelligible.
We did spend some time getting to know one another by playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, but I found Jack’s single-minded preoccupation with Rock to be a bit easy to beat. (He seemed to like calling it Ro Sham Bo, but that didn’t make it any harder to beat him!)
After a while, I tried to teach Jack a new version that I just learned, called Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock (I remember Spock from Star Trek — I had a crush on him back then!) but Jack still seemed to like Rock. Again, still easy for me to beat. But fun, because I had a couple choices to choose from. It is always fun to visit with Friends, especially when you are winning all the time. Jack didn’t seem to mind.
I will admit, Jack has quite a frosty environment there. I had to find some winter clothes in my suitcase to keep me warm, as my cheeks and nose got quite rosy while we visited. Jack’s nose looked particularly cold. Luckily, I had an extra hat for Jack.
At the end of the weekend, I tried to get Jack to come back to the Chalet with me, but he seemed to want to stay where he was. He seems quite attached to that snow drift.
It was fun to visit Jack. Perhaps I will have some other invitations from some of my other new friends at ds106 and I will be able to visit with them.
Remember, Good Friends are Forever!
Hatchet Jack posted a Valentine Book cover yesterday that sent my little mind whirling decades back to the sixties. The book, entitled “Jeb’s Telescope,” and written by “Remington Montana,” was very clearly a re-release of a very controversial novel that I encountered way back in 1965.
While the newer cover is in colour, and the title clearly refers to the key plot features of the original (and even the author name is clearly an updated pseudonym), the implications inherent in the original release have been clearly toned down to get the book safely onto to the book shelves and get money out of the book-buyers’ pocket books.
It took me a good day of scrounging around to find a copy of the earlier, release but compare Hatchet Jack’s find above with this:
I recall a lot of furor in the news when this book first came out. People really raised their eyebrows at the word “Gathering” in the title. There were lawsuits from manufacturers of optical devices. There was a mitigating attempt to re-issue the book with a more accurate and less stimulating and legally provocative title, “The Five Evil Brothers at Bushney’s Falls.” But it was all to no avail. The book was pulled, the author moved out of state (perhaps to Montana?), and everyone forgot about it.
To see that the book was re-released later, after all that spectacle (did you see what I did there?), with the relatively passive title “Jeb’s Telescope,” just goes to show how much folks still judge a book by its cover.
Speaking of which, I hope you are are seeing me in a new light, now that I am out of that old musty cardboard box and taking some time to work at helping folks see me as I truly want to be seen. Perhaps you have been enjoying my newly-updated publicity photo, my very first piece of voice work for ds106radio, and my Valentine shared for all of you yesterday.
I am still waiting for comments to float my way. I currently only have one measly pingback — and it is from myself (although those self-links I just added above should get me more).
I do trust that all my new friends here at ds106 aren’t too busy to pay me a little attention. You know that real Friends don’t forget one another.
That would be a sad thing. And a bad thing. Very bad.
I was out for lunch today, and who do you think I ran into but my old friend, Caesar! We hadn’t seen one another for such a long time. We had a good opportunity to sit down and catch up!
Did you know that Caesar has a new friend? As it turns out, his last companion fell on some difficult times, and got into some trouble with the law! I don’t know what it is, but Caesar always seems to wind up picking the bad ones! When I asked him about this, he seemed to have difficulty giving me a straight answer. While it always seems to be his friends (and not him) that run afoul of the law, he really does seem to keep loosing his friends to the strangest of circumstances. I pressed him for some numbers, I understand that this is a touchy topic for him. It would seem that I’ve seen him with a new companion every year since we first met. And we go way back, to like 1964!!
I hope that things work out for him this time.
Do you like that fancy neck trick that he showed me at lunch? He’s such a character!