I witnessed a murder today. It wasn't an accident, let there be no doubt about it. Before you get too worried; no, it wasn't a person, it was a young kitten. I was on Arkansas Highway 10 about four miles south of Perryville, Arkansas. This is a pretty good downhill stretch with a passing for the uphill traffic. I spotted a small animal moving slowly in the middle lane, and as I passed it, I realized it was a kitten, perhaps about 10 weeks old. It had long hair, a dark tail and head, and creamy long hair on its body.

... get 25,000,000 hits very soon. Maybe we should have a contest to see who gets the time the closest. Maybe George Carlin's comment about the future is appropriate.

Portia

Life imitates art.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/09/06/sarah-crilly-goal-s...

If only! What a start if he/she wanted to go all the way.

http://www.autoblog.com/2012/08/23/toyota-shocks-ad-world-wi...

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I am retired Air Force, a graduate of OTS, and also was an OTS flight commander and instructor for five years; however, I know that the ordeal at the Air Force Academy is something totally different. I've known a number of Academy graduates over the years; however, it's been 24 years since I retired and have lost contact with any of them. I am familiar with drill and ceremonies, taught it, and some of the other things that go on, but any information would be appreciated.

This has been an interesting weekend. I posted the final parts of my latest story, Adam and the Three Wishes, and then went through the post partum depression of wondering whether or not it would be received favorably. Being filled with a lot of self doubt doesn't help one bit. Thank you everyone for reading and commenting. I feel a lot better now.

Not for the cat lover. Wait until this guy dies. I'll bet the cats will think of something for him.

http://on.aol.com/video/dead-pet-cat-is-turned-into-flying-h...

Tomorrow starts the first day of my eighth decade. I'll celebrate by going to Fort Smith to visit a manufacturer of farm equipment. I'm not sure where I'll eat lunch. In the afternoon, I'll visit an advanced care organization that is surrounded by a hospital - nice people. They take care of post operative patients and patients recovering from serious illnesses. As far as celebrating goes, I'm not much for it. Maybe I'll celebrate if I make it through the next three decades with my mind and senses intact; so far so good.

Since this is the Masters weekend, I thought some might want to read my take on the tournament. The first 19 chapters are the best part. The next four are strictly an 'add on' and will probably morph into a complete tale some time in the future.

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/20792/bobbie-and-glass-ce...

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I've been thinking about my latest posted story, Charli and the Girl Cave. As it is my prerogative, I deleted the epilogue. It didn't really fit, anyway. What should have been the epilogue is now truly the epilogue. I think it works much better this way. The part I deleted will become part of another adventure, yet to be written. I do have a number of ideas fermenting about the further adventures of all the young witches. There might be a story in a few months.

I know there are some sports fans and golf fans out there. If you are relatively new to this site, you might want to read Bobbie and the Glass Ceiling. The story belongs to the Cynthia Chronicles series and has many of the characters that were recently featured in Charli and the Girl Cave. The story takes place in a famous golf venue. In spite of what many may think, golf is not a good walk ruined.

Thank you, everyone for reading the story, and commenting. The response has far exceeded any of my previous stories as far as kudos go. It's nice that something I enjoyed writing has been received so well. I posted Part 2 this morning, and there are five more parts to come. I think it would be best to get this posted before Christmas (It's not a Christmas story. I already wrote one of those two years ago.), so I will post each part on successive days continuing with Part 3 tomorrow. I hope the story continues to please.

Portia

Anyone else having this problem?

Portia

Many centuries ago in tsarist Russia, Tsar Rudolph sat on his throne in a dank and musty palace near the Kremlin. It was late fall, and the weather was dreary. His wife, the Tsarina, was peering out the window, looking across the bleak square.

"Rudolph, my liege, it is beginning to snow," she said with some conviction.

The Tsar, with nothing much else to do walked to the window to take in the scene.

"Catherine, that is just more of the same miserable rain we've seen for days."

"No, it's starting to snow. You can see a few flakes falling out there."

"It is only rain."

Four years ago I was getting up my nerve to sign on to BCTS. I found this to be such a warm and friendly place. Oh, there were a few soreheads and curmudgeons around; however, they were few and far between. A little more than three years ago, I decided to take the plunge and post the story I had spent several years writing. It was badly edited and proofed (by me); however, it was well received. Thankfully, Holly Hart took me under her wing. I posted two more stories before prostate cancer and some severely botched surgery knocked me on my rear for several months.