Thank you!!!

Y’all have bumped us to #1 new release in Short Stories Anthologies!

And you’ve marched us pretty far up in the categories too!!!

We, and I think I speak for all the authors, truly thank y’all for your willingness to take a chance on us! It is appreciated!

And HERE’s the link again… Just in case you have friends… 😉

 

It lives!!!

Our second round of Tales Around the Supper Table Volume 2 is up!

Only on Kindle for right now, waiting on the proofs for the paperback before we release that into the wild.

Click the cover for the Amazon link!

We have new authors joining us in this volume!

Dragons, Cowboys and Indians, SciFi, Magic, Urban Noir… Stories for everyone in this new collection!

Alma TC Boykin- To Absent Dragons
Monalisa Foster- Progeny
Dorothy Grant- I didn’t Sign Up For This
Pam Uphoff- Listen to Me
Carole Lisa Lynn Gilbert- The Unwanted Supper Guest
Celia Hayes- The Kind of Kibira
Cedar Sanderson- The Phoenix Egg
Alyssa Casto- Sea Change Shop
Peter Grant- Piracy in a Good Cause
JL Curtis- The Templar Bank
Karl K. Gallagher- Zombie
John Van Stry- PK
Wayne Whisnand- Cargo

Please feed us starving writers! 🙂

And we hope you will visit the author’s other works and maybe find some new things to read. As always, HONEST reviews welcomed and appreciated!

Truth…

From a country mechanic…

FARM LIFE OBSERVATIONS ON MECHANICS AND FARMING

A dropped socket can run uphill.

7/16ths wrenches have legs.

Measure 3 times; the first two measurements are always different.

Any bolt bin always has one less of the size and length needed to complete the job.

The ratchet is always headed in the wrong direction.

The battery charger unplugs itself.

The first extension cord will always be two feet too short.

The chance of an inappropriate cut is directly proportional to the cost of the piece.

When you think it will take longer to get out the tools than to complete the job, you’re probably wrong.

Dropped screws instantly turn to camouflage.

The odds of dropping a small item is a direct relationship to the cleanliness of the floor.

You will always incorrectly cut the last remaining piece.

All engine compartments have nut, bolt, and washer hiding areas included at no extra cost.

The battery is situated on the side requiring a longer set of jumper cables.

A broken air wrench has little or no impact.

Grease guns are even greasy when they are new.

Freshly welded items always stay warm longer than necessary.

There is a reason that the closest tool is always the hammer.

10 millimeter sockets are the all time “Hide and Seek” champions.

A misplaced tool will always be located once the need has passed.

I’ll agree, EVERY @#@% one of these is true…

Happy New Year!!!

Let’s hope this year IS the year of the Tiger and we come roaring back!

Best wishes to each and every one for a safe, successful, and happy 2022!

Me…

Net humor…

I got nuthin’, so you get jokes… Doing the beta fixes from my beta readers.

Government observations…

‘If you don’t read the newspaper you are uninformed; if you do read the

newspaper you are misinformed.’

Suppose you were an idiot.  And suppose you were a member of Congress…. But then I repeat myself.

-Mark Twain

I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.

-Winston Churchill

A government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.

– George Bernard Shaw

A liberal is someone who feels a great debt to his fellow man, which debt he proposes to pay off with your money.

-G. Gordon Liddy

Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.

-James Bovard, Civil Libertarian (1994)

Foreign aid might be defined as a transfer of money from poor people in rich countries to rich people in poor countries.

-Douglas Casey,

Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.

-P.J. O’Rourke, Civil Libertarian

Government is the great fiction, through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else.

-Frederic Bastiat, French Economist (1801-1850)

Government’s view of the economy could be summed up in a few short phrases:  If it moves, tax it. If it keeps moving, regulate it. And if it stops moving, subsidize it.

-Ronald Reagan (1986)

I don’t make jokes… I just watch the government and report the facts.

-Will Rogers

If you think health care is expensive now; wait until you see what it costs when it’s free!

– P.J. O’Rourke

In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one party of the citizens to give to the other.

-Voltaire (1764)

Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn’t mean politics won’t take an interest in you!

-Pericles (430 B.C.)

No man’s life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session.

-Mark Twain (1866 )

Talk is cheap…except when Congress does it.

-Unknown

The government is like a baby’s alimentary canal: a happy appetite at one end and no responsibility at the other.

-Ronald Reagan

The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of the blessings. The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery.

-Winston Churchill

The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the skin.

-Mark Twain

The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools.

-Herbert Spencer, English Philosopher (1820-1903)

There is no distinctly Native American criminal class….save Congress.

-Mark Twain

What this country needs are more unemployed politicians.

-Edward Langley, Artist (1928 – 1995)

AND THE BEST ONE…….

A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything you have.

-Thomas Jefferson

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Once there was a little boy playing around his house. He was twirling around, and suddenly, he knocked over the outhouse. Frightened that he would be caught, he ran into the woods and didn’t come out until it got dark. When he arrived back home, his father was waiting for him. He asked suspiciously, “Son, did you knock over the outhouse?” “No, father,” the son lied. “Well, let me tell you a story,” said the father.” Once, not that long ago, George Washington received a shiny new axe from his father. Excited, he tried it out on a tree, swiftly cutting it down. But as he looked at the tree, with dismay he realized it was his mother’s favorite cherry tree,” his father paused. “Just like you, he ran into the woods. When he returned, his father asked him, ‘Did you cut down the cherry tree?’ George answered with, ‘Father, I cannot tell a lie. I did indeed chopped down the tree.’ Then the father said, ‘Well, since you were honest with me, you are spared from punishment. I hope you have learned your lesson, though.’ So, the little boy’s father asked again,” did you knock down the outhouse?” “Father, I cannot tell a lie.” said the little boy. “I did indeed knock down the outhouse.” Then the father spanked the little boy red, white, and blue. The boy whimpered, “Father, I told you the truth! Why did you spank me?” The father answered, “That’s because George Washington’s father wasn’t in the tree when he chopped it down!”

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Sitting by the window of her convent, Sister Barbara opened a letter from home one evening….

Inside the letter was a $100 bill her parents had sent. Sister Barbara smiled at the gesture.

As she read the letter by the window, she noticed a shabbily dressed stranger leaning against the lamp post below.

Quickly, she wrote, “Don’t despair. – Sister Barbara,” on a piece of paper, wrapped the $100 bill in it, got the man’s attention, and tossed it out the window to him. The stranger picked it up, and with a puzzled expression and a tip of his hat, went off down the street.

The next day, Sister Barbara was told that a man was at her door, insisting on seeing her.

She went down and found the stranger waiting. Without a word, he handed her a huge wad of $100 bills.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“That’s the $8,000 you have coming Sister,” he replied. “Don’t Despair paid 80-to-1.”

An odd request…

I’m going to try something…

I want to do a German and a Polish translation of the first Grey Man novels and see if they will sell over there.

Soooo, what I need is someone(s) that- A. Are native speakers and readers. B. Have time. C. Willing to do it for a small fee.

I have used a ‘supposedly’ very good translation program, but I really want some people who are native speakers/readers to look the translations over and edit any mistakes, (grumble… past experience with translating Spanish- Thanks to Miggy saving my butt more than once!) I can pay a bit, and will give them signed copies for their time/effort.

I’ll provide both the English and translated versions to those folks.

Thanks in advance!

 

Drug deal tamales…

First, let me refer you to LawDog’s post from last year- HERE.

Being an old fart, I will tell you this is NOT a new thing…

My father was in the oil business starting back in the 1920s, and he moved over to the pipeline side sometime later. He was the district manager for the state of Louisiana when I was little, and we always had tamales available, due to his contacts with the crews and family up around Many and Zwolle, LA. He had worked there in the early 20s when a field was brought in down there, and the Hispanics on the crew were always bringing tamales for lunch.

As far as DDTs, I know it’s been going on at least since the 70s. Those who know about tamales and grew up being able to get them, WILL go on the hunt around the holidays wherever they may be. I’ve found them in California, Florida (although one round of those were ‘sweet’ tamales wrapped in banana leaves), and of course Texas. NEVER found any in NOVA, either due to conspiracy in the community to keep them away from us, or my being in the wrong places at the wrong time(s). Oh,  and none in Hawaii either… Portagee sausage and Spam musubi everywhere, tamales not so much.

Probably the ‘strangest’ place I ever found tamales (GOOD ones!), was in Pataya Beach, Thailand! A lady there ran a mexican restaurant (her hubby was USAID in ‘Nam) and she had stuff shipped in from Mexico and Arizona.

As LawDog said, it’s always the old car or pickup, driven in most cases by an older Hispanic man or an Abuela. They usually are in the corner of a parking lot, or an old shut down gas station, or a country crossroads, especially around the holidays. OR, you find a Hispanic co-worker and beg them for tamales (that ‘sometimes’ works)…

It used to be $5/dozen, and you always got at least two dozen, one pork (usually spicy) and one chicken (usually milder). Now days, it’s up to $20/dozen, but I still consider that a bargain!

In this year’s search, LawDog was actually able to get some ‘white boy mild’ tamales! They were ‘good’, but over the years, I’ve kinda gotten attached to the ‘spicy’ versions. 🙂

And yes, they are all gone! Sigh…

Although there are apparently now tamale shops in various cities, where you can get tamales year round. Strange, that…

‘Orphan’s supper’…

Continuing a long tradition, we did an ‘orphan’s supper’ Christmas, with leftovers last night.

This goes back to my being a young enlisted in the military and being invited over to eat holiday meals with various families over the years. In the early 80s, it kinda morphed into those who weren’t going home for holidays/standing the watches, etc. that didn’t have any plans pooling assets and feeding the crowd.

It has made for some ‘interesting’ combinations of foods over the years, but being back in Texas, we reverted to type… Drug Deal Tamales are always on the table!

Or as Saturday night proved, tables!!!

Ham, turkey, two versions of DDTs, one white boy mild, one ‘spicy’, the usual complement of side dishes…

One aside, I did cornbread dressing, patted down flat and cooked in the oven, then cut/served kinda like a brownie. We never called it ‘stuffing’ growing up, because I don’t ever remember my family actually putting it IN the turkey (worry about it actually getting cooked). Many years later, talking to a retired Navy CS (cook), who had cooked for CNO, she told me that the Navy specified the dressing be separate for the same reason, so those old country folk did know a thing or three…

And this huge platter of mac and cheese! SO GOOD!!! And turkey gravy and mashed taters!

People were grabbing plates and eating before the food was even all on the table!!! I ‘managed’ to restrain myself at least until all the food was out…LOL

It was, as always a team effort, and I’d like to thank those that contributed to the evening!

Last night, the herd of locusts once again descended on the tables, and pretty much decimated the remainder!!! At least this time, they had room for the desserts! About the only ‘baking’ I can do fairly well is pecan pie… sigh

I’ll eat that for breakfast with a cup of coffee!

Twas the day after…

Christmas…

I feel for the parents out today hunting more batteries for the kid’s toys…

The Day After Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurtin’ even the mouse.

The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
Santa passed out, with some ice on his head.

Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor,
While upstairs the family continued to snore.

And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
I went into the kitchen and started to clean.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror.

The driver was smiling, so lively and grand;
The patch on his jacket said “U.S. POSTMAN.”

With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox.
Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox.

Bill after bill, after bill, they still came.
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:

“Now Dillard’s, now Broadway’s, now Penny’s and Sears
Here’s Robinson’s, Levitz’s and Target’s and Mervyn’s.

To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,
Now chargeaway–chargeaway–chargeaway all!”

He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.

He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.

Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
“ENJOY WHAT YOU BOUGHT…….
YOU’LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!”