My nose itched. I brushed at it, thinking it was a fly, but it continued to itch. I swatted and connected with a hand. I opened my eyes to see the hand attached to an arm attached to an attractive red-head. I grabbed the hand and pulled Lauren in for a kiss.
“What a way to wake up,” I murmured into her hair as she snuggled close. She sighed and hugged me.
“It’s time to wake up, sleepy. The sun is up and it is going to be a wonderful day.” Her eyes darkened. “I just wish that …”
I held a finger to her lips. “Now, now. None of that. You’ve got other things to think about, and if you don’t, I can give you something that will get your mind off current events.”
Her eyebrows went up. “Oh? And what would that be?”
Instead of answering, I moved my hands lower…
“Oh…” Then, “OH!” Continue reading
We were lucky. Wal-Mart had plenty of tarps and bungee cords. Lauren and I spent about 10 minutes or so covering up the large generator on the trailer and another tarp over the two small generators in the cargo area of the truck. We did a drive-through for dinner at KFC then checked in at the motel. When we got up to the room, Lauren excused herself and went into the bathroom to freshen up and I called back to the house.
“Hey, it’s James,” I said. “We’re in Buffalo – there’s no way we would have made St. Cloud in time, so we pulled off and came here to get out of the traffic.”
“That’s good. We were starting to worry. Fred wants to talk to you.” I heard her call him, then hand the phone over. Continue reading
I grinned as, in rapid succession, Charlie, Bob and Thumper drove up to the house. At the back of Charlie’s and Bob’s trucks were trailers loaded with snowmobiles and ATV’s. Thumper, in his usual style, had opted for his racing trailer, and I could only imagine what he’d packed inside.
Shaking my head, I called out as the doors opened on the trucks, “You guys are cutting it pretty close. The sun is almost down.” Thumper grinned at me. “What’s in the trailer?” Thumper’s grin grew broader.
“My Baja race truck. I spent all afternoon stripping the body off and welding in a couple of additional bucket seats with 5-point harnesses.”
My jaw dropped. “What the hell? What are you thinking of using it for?” Thumper scared me from time to time. He tended to go a bit overboard with his various hobbies. Continue reading
As the President’s face faded from the screen to be replaced by a stunned news team, my thoughts began to race. I mentally ran down an inventory in my head of food, fuel for heating the house, drinking water, ammunition, medicine. My hearing drifted in and out as the news team began to try to regurgitate what the President said in “everyman” terms, but to me, it was clear as a bell: the Government did not trust its citizens and was afraid that the attacks of the early morning hours were merely the opening salvo of a war to bring down the Government of the United States. A line from a movie ran through my head: “The people should not be afraid of the Government, the Government should be afraid of the people.” Continue reading
The Pentagon is a huge building. It contains 3.7 million square feet of offices. It is sometimes called the “Puzzle Palace”, not only for some of the strange ideas that come from there, but more for the difficulty in finding your way around the building. 17.5 miles of corridors, 5 “rings” or concentric circles, 5 levels above ground, and 2 below that are publically acknowledged. In an unacknowledged sub-basement, in an unmarked room, a computer monitor displayed pictures and text. The man staring at the screen swore softly and typed an instruction on the keyboard. The screen changed again, this time displaying force dispositions by branch and time of last contact. He reached for the mouse and opened a new window, starting a new program. The title screen flashed, then asked for his Command ID and required password. Looking down at an open folder on his desk, he typed in the requested information from the top sheet in the folder. The screen cleared and then displayed “Authorization Accepted”.
It was 2 o’clock in the morning. Some would say that General Bronson was committing treason. The general thought otherwise. Continue reading
What follows is one story of what some called the Second Revolutionary War, others Civil War II, but for most of us ordinary people living in the United States, it was simply ‘The War’. No one alive then could remember a time when the United States was not involved in a war somewhere in the world. We had all seen Presidents come and go, the changing of the guard in Washington D.C. wasn’t really changed; they were the same players as before, playing the same game as before. Whether they called themselves Republican or Democrat, it wasn’t so much about the name or if they were Left, Right or Centrist. It was always about being against the other side.
Bi-partisanship? It was given lip service only. And all the while the country slid further and further into decay. Because nothing was done in Congress, our country’s infrastructure, the roads and bridges, the electrical system and the Internet, that everybody relied upon every day crumbled. Of course, when there was a disaster, like the 35W bridge collapse in Minneapolis in 2007, everyone scrambled to put up a good front and get the bridge replaced, but the underpinnings of the government that was supposed to keep things like that from happening in the first place did not change, in point of fact, they got progressively worse.
The $700 Billion dollar bailout of Wall Street in October of 2008 set the stage for what was to come. Of course, the $700 Billion was not enough. Pretty soon, it was $1 Trillion dollars. Then it was $1.5 Trillion. By that time, winter had set in with a vengeance. The election had come and gone. The new President was in office and the Republicans were howling mad, stating for the record that the Democrats had stolen the election, despite the fact that the old man who claimed to be a ‘Maverick’ wasn’t and his running mate scared the be-jeebers out of most of the ordinary citizens in the country. It was going to be a long winter…