Sunday, November 11, 2018
The book by John M. Barry is quite scary and sobering. A pandemic circles the globe. One of my aunt's mother died of the flu. Between 50 and 100 million people died from this flue. 3% of the Earth's population. Three per cent. Just a century ago.
A few years back, a soldier buried at Ft. Riley KS had his corpse dug up and his DNA extracted and, guess what? We recreated the flu strain. Yay! You can find vials of it, along with smallpox and the Black Death, at Ft. Detrick in Maryland. Oh, that's right. They have Ebola and the Lassa viruses there, too.
Friday, November 9, 2018
At the opposite side, where 10th meets 1980th, the Rich family used to live there. The father Steve was the local constable. The son Lane was ready to go into the military as soon as he graduated high school and we wished he would get out and never come back. This was the house where, one summer night 36 years ago, two young hippies from Chicago brazenly stole a can of Hungry Dog dog food from the steps of the Rich family's back porch.
Sunday, November 4, 2018
Sunday, October 21, 2018
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Of course, the running joke was that it was meant to be a book kept in the wicker basket next to the toilet along with Guns & Ammo and Golf Digest.
Friday, October 12, 2018
Found a copy of a book that came out in the UK the same year as mine, 1992. I have a few extra copies of my own, pictured is one I picked up on Amazon as a used library book. Those are always fun to find. I doubt I paid that much more for the library book, its more fun to see where and how a book keeps floating around decades after it first saw print. One thing that always amazed me was an email from a fellow who lived in Tasmania. He had found a hardcover copy of my book in perfect condition in a used bookstore in Sydney. That boggled my mind.