The Man From Mars - Episode Eleven

   The Man from Mars ordered another round of shots for the two us.
   "I'm sorry," I said. "I am already, way over my limit. If I keep drinking, I won't be able to remember a thing. I'll be wondering if all of this really happened and if I really met you. I won't be able to remember what was said, who you are, or even if I liked you or not."
   That is when he reached inside his suite with his right hand. It wasn't the usual area you would expect a inside pocket would be. It looked to me like, he was reaching for some kind of holster, hidden underneath his left arm. Like what undercover cops have, to hide the bulk of their weapon from the criminals they are trying to infiltrate.
   If I was a little, no, if I was a lot more sober back when it happened, I might have reacted to his movements differently. Instead, I sat their, wondering who he was going to shoot? Me or the bartender?
   What he pulled out, instead of a pistol, was the amulet.
   "Keep this with you always. It will prove to you that, on this day, we have met." He paused here, looking like he wanted to choose his words carefully. "If you can figure out, for yourself, the meaning  behind the amulet, the power of the amulet, and why I have given the amulet to you, then maybe this World can be saved from the destruction my World of Atlantis had suffered."

   For the moment, that is all I can recall from our first meeting.
   I was contemplating what had happened that day, to help plan my next move, while in the bunker.
   He never did say that we would see each other again. But, I plan on seeing him once I figure out how, when, and where.
   Not knowing where someone might be never discouraged me. I am an investigative journalist and finding people who do not want to be found is my forte. I have dug up stories from Terrorists, Drug Lords, and Mafia Kingpins long before the FBI, CIA, Interpol, or any of the many police organizations of the World knew where to look for these guys. Of course, I have been accused, on more than one occasion, of being in league with the underworld. Yet, I have also been smart enough to document my findings, and clever enough not to expose my sources, showing that I am not involved in any criminal activity. Just smart enough to find who I have been looking for.
   Interpol even offered me a job on one occasion.
   I don't care who you are. From the hobo living from dumpster to dumpster in the back alleys of New York, the billionaire who jet-sets his way around the World on a nightly basis, to the most powerful man on the planet. The Man from Mars.
   I will find you.
   All leave a footprint upon the earth somewhere, sometime. The Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski, who isolated himself off from the rest of the World, couldn't help himself when he thought the World had forgot him. He could have been the next Jack the Ripper. Getting away with the few killings he did commit and the attempted murder on his other victims, if he could have been content and kept his mouth shut. No, he had to come out of hiding, because no-one remembered who he was. The downfall of all of those who wish to drop of the grid. They want someone, anyone, to remember who they are.
   Life is fleeting and short. To live beyond the years you have lived, you need to be remembered. You need to go down in history.
   Do you think Adolf Hitler cared in his elder years of life, while hiding in the jungles of Argentina after the war, that he had lost. Of course not. Him and his friends all talked about how close they got. How, if they had made this move or that, how things could have turned out differently. No one throughout the history of the earth has ever truly conquered the whole planet. Just bits and peaces of it. But Hitler and his friends can claim that they came close. Closer then anyone else.
   He also has the distinction of infamy. He knows he will live forever in history as a tyrant. But he will live forever in history.
   And the Man from Mars gave me a clue on how to find him. He said, "No one, not Martian or Human, can live without social contact, without going insane."
   He needs people. He needs to interact with people. So somewhere, someone has seen him. So all I have to do to find him, is find the people he has interacted with. And the way he looks and acts, that shouldn't be too hard.
   I hope.

To Be Continued...

Next Thursday.

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And,

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I am on vacation right now. Matter of fact, I'm in San Antonio, Texas. A beautiful city. I'll try to write when I can, but please, take the time to read some of my stories. Thanks for reading!

The Woe Is Me

Oh,

the woe is me.

I have been planning for this event for the past five years!

Now,

life is going to get in the way.

But don't get me wrong.

What is going to get in my way,

from the first event,

is just as good,

No,

I mean better then the first event.

Let me explain.

On August 21st,

2017,

a

Total Eclipse

of the

Sun

will go across the

United States

in one of the most spectacular events for past the

Ninety-Nine-Years.

I had a wonderful friend named

Jeff,

mentor of sorts,

who always helped me when I was feeling down.

He would lift me up.

Giving me the confidence to move forward in life.

We talked about everything from

Science,

the

Afterlife,

to the existence of

Aliens.

He always told me to write,

to write again,

and to write some more.

He believed in me.

One day I called him,

we talked,

and I expected to talk to him again.

The next day he died.

He never once let on to me that he was that ill.

You see,

he was a handicap person who had many illnesses.

When we talked,

it was never in person,

because he lived two-thousand miles away from me.

We always planned on meeting up

and hanging out together one day,

but I never had a chance.

Our big event,

to hang out together,

was going to be seeing the

Total Eclipse

this

August.

I can no longer can see the event myself,

because of the wonderful fact that my

Niece

is getting married on

August 26th.

Something,

I wouldn't miss it,

even for the

World.

I love my

Niece

and I really like her

Fiancé,

so to me,

this will be the best event I can be at in

2017!

And I will dedicate the

Event

to my friend

Jeff.

Besides,

if I can get down to

Mexico

in

2024,

I will be able to see the next great

Solar Eclipse

crossing the

Americas!

This is,

Staring at the Sun,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

I'll meet you at the alter. I'll be the one in white."

- Stephenie Meyer -

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Laughing All The Way

Did you know,

while a son is growing up,

it takes a Mother years and years,

of careful manipulation to educate and raise her boy properly for this world.

But,

it will only take a girlfriend 30 seconds to make him stupid.

God,

created the Heaven and the Earth.

Everything else is made in

China!

What is an Astronaut's favorite part of a keyboard?

The Space Bar!

 Women are like a new Computer Virus.

They ENTER your life.

SEARCH through your pockets.

SHIFT your balance.

CONTROL your life.

And when you become an old version,

DELETE you from the system.

I have been told,

that if I keep drinking beer the way I do,

I will become FAT!

Beer doesn't make you Fat!

It makes you LEAN.

Up against tables, chairs, walls, and ugly people!

Two Irish Men were walking past a bar.

I know,

I can't believe it myself!

When you want to wake up

Lady Gaga

what do you do?

Poker Face.

I asked my wife the other day,

"What is your favorite book in the World?"

She said,

"Your checkbook."

What is green, rectangle, and has a head on it that drives Women wild?

A Fifty Dollar Bill!

How do you know a Woman is about to say something intelligent?

When she begins with,

"A man once told me."

I have been called a Grouch by some people.

Its not that I am Anti-Social.

I'm just not user friendly!

This is,

Me,

Laughing All The Way To The Bank,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Live your Eyeliner, Breathe your Lipstick, and Kill for Each Other.”
- Lady Gaga -

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Knock knock.

Who's there?

Doctor.

Doctor Who?

The Man From Mars - Episode Ten

  Right then and there.
  Right after he showed me that face on Mars and said it was a destroyed monument of him, I did my shot of tequila and was drinking down the rest of my beer, knowing I was going to get out of there.
  Free drinks or not, I don't like it when people lie to me.
  "I know, there is no way can I prove it to you. That it was a memorial to me," said the Man from Mars. "But, let me prove to you that I am not of this Earth."
  He looks at his mug of beer, then reaches for it with both hands. With his right thumb and index finger, he starts rubbing the right top part of the glass. With his left thumb and index finger, he does the same to the other side.
  After thirty seconds or so, he says, "I can't show you a full demonstration of my abilities. The other patrons of this bar would notice and the word would spread like wild fire on social media."
  I said, "I'm sorry, I have to go."
  "George," he said. "You have a moment for this."
  I couldn't remember if I had told him my name or not. I hesitated, thinking about it.
  That hesitation was long enough for him to take his left hand, palm on the mug, raising it up.
  I was startled slightly, because the beer came up out of the glass, on the left side, about three inches. Never spilling, onto the table, or out, over the glass.
  The bulk still lay at the bottom of the glass, but part of it snaked up, along the inside of the mug, hovering in the air, bending at the tip towards his hand. It was like, for a better term, like a snake's head, bending at what can only be describe as its neck, looking at his hand.
  The Man from Mars, moved his hand in front of the glass mug. The snake head followed, looking at his hand the whole time.
  The Man from Mars moved his left hand to the back of the mug and the snake followed again.
  He pointed a finger down, along the outside of his glass, rotating it around and around. Inside his mug there was a whirlpool of swirling beer. The whole time the snake head keeping up with the hand.
  I sober up enough to say, "Nice parlor trick. So now you are a magician too?"
  That is when he rub his right hand on my back a few times.
  Suddenly I was pushed up, tightly against the wooden bar.
  "Come on," I started to say angrily. I twisted my head around to bitterly degrade his personal hygiene and his looks, when I noticed his hand was two feet behind my back. There was nothing between me and his hand.
  Whatever force he was using to push me, never let up, but I managed to twist and turn myself around. Putting my back against the bar.
  I wanted to see if I could figure out what he was using to drive me against that bar.
  I couldn't see anything.
  He eased up on me little, probably because of the confused look I had.
  "How did you do that?" Was the obvious question to ask.
  "Your not going to believe me," he said smiling.
  "Try me."
  "All atoms are made up of neutrons, protons, and electrons."
  "Stop with the science class, " I said interrupting. "Give me some facts."
  "Fact. I can manipulate the electrons and protons, or the positive and negative charges of atoms, in inanimate objects, to line up like poles on a magnet. Fact. I can do this with the air molecules surrounding you, to the liquids in my beer, to the heaviest of granite stones. Fact. I have built most of the original seven wonders of the world."
  I looked at him with skepticism. "Are you talking about the pyramids?"

  He replied quickly. "The Temple of Artemis, the Lighthouse of Alexandria, the Colossus of Rhodes."
  "OK, OK." I said. Stopping his prideful rant. "I get the idea. You built them all, including the pyramids."
  I paused for a moment, then asked. "Why aren't you the most powerful man in the World?"
  "I am the most powerful man in the World," came his answer. "Why should I let the World know who I am? There would be world-wide panic. Governments would try to capture me to learn my secrets. Others would think I am a blasphemy to whatever creator they believe in. I would have constant attempts on my life. I would have to destroy every Country and its people on one of your continents, so I could have a place to live. To have no further threats from humanity, I would have to bring your species back to the stone-age. Even though I am alone, where there are no longer any of my kind, I would be completely isolated from any social contact of any kind. No one, not Martian or Human, can live without social contact, without going insane."
  "I see." I said. It only brought up more questions to my mind. "Did any of your kind become prophets in our past history?"
  He looked at me, not saying a word.
  So I thought, how should I ask this? "Did any of your brethren claimed his name was Jesus and to prove he was the son of God, perform miracles?"
  "I know you are not a religious man George," he told me. "Let us just say, we have had a hand in creating many different kinds of religions to give humanity direction. To help you progress as a species before you destroyed yourselves, as we have done, back on Mars."
  He went quiet then. The force which was pushing on me, disappeared. The snake head beer suddenly dropped back inside his mug. He looked sad. Sadder than I have seen someone in a long time.
  So I asked him. "Before you left Mars, could you and your companions have done something to prevent your World from destroying itself?"
  His head quickly pops up from its sadden slacken pose and its eyes stare intently at me. A redden face says, with a hint of sorrow, "We might have been the cause of it!"

To Be Continued...

Next Thursday.

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My Children's Future

When you are old enough to have

Children,

like it

or not,

we are judged on how well we do raising them.

We are judged by their friends parents,

by their friends,

by school teachers,

and by neighbors.

Your older

Children

will be critical of how you raise the younger ones.

The worst critic though,

will always be yourself.

No matter how much you read on the subject,

take classes on how to raise them,

or ask the advice of family

and friends,

who have gone through it before you,

each child has a distinctive personality of their own.

And what might have worked for one child,

does not work for another.

My oldest,

can't hold a job for the life of him

and his family.

But I still love him.

My second oldest turned his life around so much,

after we gave him a stint of hard love,

that I am very proud that he calls me

Dad

today.

My eldest

and second oldest daughters are the little sweethearts of the family.

My siblings

and my father think they are the bee's knees,

by having a good head on their shoulder's.

I am often told that they are doing a wonderful job of raising a family of their own,

and keeping me alive in the process.

I have three others who still need time before they begin a family.

Yet,

there is always the one who protests your every decision.

The one who says,

"It's my life and I can do what I want with it."

Like I did when I was his age.

I was the one growing up who protested the system.

Literally.

I was a young hippie who thought we would change the

World,

before becoming a punk-rocker when I saw that hippies were becoming  yuppies.

What's my point?

I don't know if I have one.

All I can say is,

do the best you can

and be satisfied with that.

 I gave this to my

Father

when I was twenty-five years old.

This is,

Always Worried For My Children's Future

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.”
- Margaret Mead -

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Everyone Is Addicted

Why is this happening?
I have been a pillar of the community for over ten years now.
Not once, as a History teacher or as the high school girls basketball coach, have I ever been so tempted, in all my life.
I don't know what it is?
I don't know why I can't get it out of my head.
I have a wife of 15 years.
I have two boys, ages 14 and 11.
I have a home, fine clothes, a nice car, and a good job at the school.
Do I really want to risk it all for a lust I cannot control?
Who do I talk to?
If I say anything to anyone, I could lose my job as the girls coach and as a teacher.
When I took the job, I was warned.
Hands off.
Don't even think of flirting with the idea.
But how can I not have desires?
If I give into my temptation, won't my career and family life be over?
Risk it all, everything I have worked for, for a moment of pleasure?
But maybe I can make that pleasure last?
Maybe I could make it work somehow?
There are other places I can work, if need be.
My wife will divorce me, of course, taking the kids, the house, probably the car, everything!
But, I don't care.
I need it.
Deep down inside me, I have a lust I cannot hide any longer.
I must have it!

"Ryan," says a commanding voice. "Are you going to order or what? You are holding up the line."
"I will have a cup of coffee and a box of donuts," I tell the proprietor.
"Ryan, your wife has been in here asking me not to serve you anymore. She says you are eating your way into an early grave. What am I going to say to her?"
"Tell her, that you make the best donuts in the world and I am addicted to them!"

This is,

What Did You Think I Was Talking About?

Everyone Is Addicted To Coffee

And Donuts!

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 “I'll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.”
- Crystal Woods, -

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Whistle While You Work

You might be asking yourself,

TwoBuckHowie

how come you don't answer those hard hitting questions anymore?

The ones we didn't know we wanted to ask.

I'll tell you why,

because some people have jobs!

Sorry,

I like saying that.

I didn't mean anything by it.

If you are a computer geek,

or just your average coach potato computer geek like I was for the past nine years,

getting a job

and meeting new people is a lot of fun.

And you know me,

I love to talk,

and meeting more people every day gives me ample opportunities to babble.

But,

I did come across something interesting today you might like to read about.

A

Villain

of giant proportions!

Jeff Bezos, Aspiring Supervillian, Tests out Gigantic Robot Suit.

By Matt Novak for Gizmodo.com

"What would you do if you were a billionaire? Elon Musk is trying to get to Mars. Peter Thiel wants to live forever. And Jeff Bezos, well, Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos apparently wants to rule the world in a gigantic robot. At least that’s the impression you might get from the photos and video taken yesterday. Last night at Amazon’s annual robotics conference Jeff Bezos slipped into something a bit more comfortable—a 13-foot tall robot designed by Korean company Hankook Mirae Technology. Bezos, much like his fellow tech billionaires, seems to be on the fast track to supervillain status before we’re all inevitably annihilated in a nuclear war started by one of Trump’s butt-tweets."

 “Why do I feel so much like Sigourney Weaver,”

Bezos quipped, referring to the Alien movie franchise.

Any questions out there?

TwoBuck,

do deer whistles really work?

I do not know?

After running into a deer myself last year,

and knowing that most of my family have gone through it themselves,

in the great

State Of Wisconsin,

it's worth a try.

Or is it?

How Effective Are Deer Whistles to Avoid Vehicle Collisions?

By John Ozoga For Deer and Deer Hunting.com

"Invented in Austria in 1979, deer whistles are still distributed by many companies in Europe and the United States. Simple air-activated whistles are relatively inexpensive ($5 to $10 apiece online), but electronic systems may cost several hundred dollars. The devices are generally attached to the front of the vehicle, and manufacturers claim they produce ultrasonic frequencies and warn animals of approaching vehicles, thereby reducing deer-vehicle collisions."

 

"In Utah, researchers Laura Romin and Larry Dalton detected no differences in responses from 150 groups of free-ranging mule deer to vehicles equipped with and without deer whistles. Although some deer ran away from the test vehicle, they did so regardless of the presence or absence of whistles. Considering the challenges of producing sound at appropriate intensities and distances from a moving vehicle, deer hearing capabilities, human safety concerns, and our observed lack of behavioral responses of deer to sound treatments, auditory deterrents do not appear to be appropriate for prevention of deer-vehicle collisions.”

Well,

people who I have talked to say they work.

So who are you going to believe?

People who have gotten

Grants

to do the research,

or your average

Beer Drinking Joe

who goes

Hunting

once a year?

Your right,

I am buying one tomorrow!

This is,

Whistling While I Work

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“If you want me, just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together and blow."
- Lauren Bacall, -

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Play It Safe Out There

I have been on the road a lot lately,

since I started my new job.

Because of it,

I am having a hard time figuring out when to write,

when to spend time with my family,

and when to have time for myself.

So now,

I have been sitting at my computer,

for about an hour,

trying to think of something to write about.

Going from

Link To Link,

and trying to think,

I finally came across something I find interesting.

It never amazes me,

the cruelty of the human species.

The Most Gruesome Government Report Ever Written Evaluates 34 Ways to Execute a Man
In 1887, New York State appointed three men to evaluate every possible way to execute a man—which they did in disturbing detail.
By William Gurstelle For Popular Mechanics.com
"In 1887, the state of New York published what became popularly known as the Gerry Commission Report. This is one piece of bureaucratic prose that is neither dull nor boring. In fact, it may be among the most macabre and gruesome in the annals of American writing. Three men wrote the Gerry report. There was Elbridge Gerry of New York, grandson of another Elbridge Gerry who signed the Declaration of Independence and became the fifth vice president of the United States. There was Matthew Hale, grandson of Nathan Hale, the Revolutionary War patriot who famously regretted he had but one life to give for his country. And there was Alfred Southwick, a Buffalo dentist who was the grandson of nobody particularly famous."

If you want to know all the insidious ways these three men dreamt up of killing people,

please go to the link above.

I wouldn't want

William Gurstelle

of accusing me of plagiarism

or of stealing his story.

Especially,

this kind of hideous story.

Did you know that the

Nasa.gov

website has a

Download

page,

where you can get free

Apps,

 E-Books,

Podcasts,

Audio,

and

Ringtones!

If you like

Pictures

of

Space

and

Space Objects,

don't forget to check out their

Galleries.

Time to go back to work!

This is,

Me Saying Sayonara Boys

And Girls

Play It Safe Out There Tonight

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.”
- Neil Armstrong -

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I Have Been Handsome All My Life

A man walks into a bar with a set of jumper cables around his neck.

The bartender points at him and says,

"I'm gonna let you in this time, but don't you start anything!"

A really drunk guy walks into a bar and sees a bunch of Lesbians having a birthday party for one of the girls.

The drunk, thinking he is being funny asks,

"Can someone here give me a bl*w-job?" 

One of the ladies walks up to him and says,

"Sure. Blow up these balloons."

Why don't blond men make ice cubes?
Because they don't know the recipe.

What happened to all the blondes at the football stadium?
They drowned in the wave.

 When I die,

I wanna go like my grandpa did.

Peacefully sleeping.

Unlike the passengers in his car.

Do you know when a person is a perfect human being?

It's when he is writing his resume!

 When three people are having sex,

they call it a threesome.

When two people are having sex,

they call it a twosome.

What do they call it when one person is having sex?

Handsome!

This is,

I Do Not Know What They Are Joking About

I Have Been Handsome All My Life

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they're OK, then it's you.”
- Rita Mae Brown -

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The Man From Mars - Episode Nine

   Hunkered down in the bunker, once I was alone, I had time to think. I thought about my encounter with the Man from Mars. What was it that he said or did that made me believe his story in the first place?
   Looking back, it was like any other Friday night at Harry's Bar. The usual crowd of drinkers. Some, just sitting there, quiet, drowning their deep seated sorrows. Some, where after work drinkers, unwinding from the hard day. Some, were a group of everyday regulars laughing, telling jokes. Others, were the same single guys and gals flirting with one another every night. But they always seemed to go home alone. I guess having friends was too important for each of them, then by ruining it, with having a real relationship with anyone.
   If I recall correctly, when I walked in, there were two tables open. I could have sat at either one, but then I would have been drinking alone. If I wanted to do that, I could have stayed home and saved some money. No, I like sitting at the bar, where I usually know whom I am sitting next to. That way I can have a conversation with someone.
   I like talking to people. That is why I go to a social environment like a tavern in the first place. Besides, you never know who you might there.
   This is New York. When celebs aren't being paid by the top Raves or Clubs to patronize their establishments, and they feel a need to get out and about, they always find a place like Harry's to hideaway in. I even seen a few local Politicians come in once in awhile, not knowing I was there, with someone or two which would have put them on the front page of the morning newspaper. Lucky for them, if I'm not doing a story where they are involved, I can care less what they do. I'm not a tabloid kind of journalist.
   But that night, the only chair at the bar, was next to that stranger. He was friendly enough. He didn't say much at first. I was the one who started talking to him first.
   It was the usual dopey stuff like, "What do you think of this weather?" Do you think those Mets will go all the way?" "Are you an Islander's fan or a Ranger's fan."
   At first I thought the guy must have been a TV personality. He had an impeccable suite on. Better than anything I've seen at Harry's in a long time. He had the perfect skin tone for what I imagined was his age. He was without a blemish, wrinkle, or crows-feet to mar his complexion. The perfect combination of nipping and tucking, I thought, with a little bit of Botox on the side.
   Then, when I asked him about the weather, he goes into this rant, about the effects of the different atmospheric conditions and what it means to the oncoming weather.
   How could I not think of him as a TV personality. At the time it seemed pretty obvious to me that he was doing the weather for a TV station somewhere upstate or something. He was just too happy to explain things to me. Like those meteorologists you see on the Weather Channel.
   He wasn't from New York though, that's for sure. Because I know everyone at the local stations and I had never seen him before that night in the bar.
   After all the small talk got out of the way, that is when he offered to buy me a shot and a mug of beer. And as my Daddy always told me, "If someone is willing to pay, let them pay. You'll be that much richer in the morning."
   The more I drank, the more he opened up and talked.
   I almost walked out when he started talking about, what every drunk starts mumbling about, how lonely he was.
   But, that would have been rude. He had just bought me a full mug of beer and a shot of tequila. And you never know, he might buy me some more.
   His rant was about how he had outlived everyone. From his family, to his friends.
   That kind of tore at my heart stings. He didn't look a day over forty and everyone he knew had died?
   At the time, I was thinking, I hope it isn't catchy."
   Maybe that is when I started listening in earnest. He was so sincere about his relationships and the effect it had him being alone, that I actually started feeling sorry for the guy.
   He talked about how he was an important figure, where he came from originally. A World leader, of sorts. Where the populace erected monuments in his honor.
   I don't know if I was impressed by this or a little suspicious that he was beginning to bullshit me, but I had to know, so I asked him. "Do you have any pictures? Can I see one of these monuments?"
   This sadden him. He didn't say anything at first. Then he slowly pulled out his smart phone, from his suite's inside jacket pocket, and showed me a picture.
   It was the picture we have all seen on social media, saying there is a human's face on the planet Mars.
   "This is all I have left," he said. "You see, my World destroyed itself millions of your Earth years ago. Only a few of us managed to escape, and we came here, to populate this World!"

To Be Continued...

Next Thursday.

This is,

Me,

Saying I Am Sorry For Missing So Many Days Last Week Of Writing

Hopefully I Will Not Become Sick Anymore This Year

Thanks For Coming Back

And Reading My Stuff Though

I Really Do Appreciate It

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“I am not going to Mars unless they have a McDonald's dollar menu.”
- Steven Magee -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

 

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Heed The Warning Signs

I saw a couple of old friends yesterday

and we started talking about my new job,

being

Lyft

driver.

What we talked about was,

how this type of cheap transportation could have saved us out of a lot of trouble with the

Courts

and thousands of dollars in

Fines,

back in the day.

Or,

you can

Heed The Warning Signs In Life

given to you by

Karma.

For example;

I was bullheaded kind of beer drinker in my younger days

and I used to drive home after sitting at a bar for a couple of hours after work.

One night I stayed a little too long,

but still decided to drive home.

Which is at least 25 miles

or 40 kilometers between my

Home & Bar.

So,

on this drunken night,

Karma

saw to it that I had good luck going my way.

I was driving erratically,

going onto the shoulder,

then compensating too much the other way,

ending up in the middle of the road,

sometimes crossing over into the on-coming-traffic-lane.

I was about half way home when a vehicle came up behind me flashing its lights

and beeping its horn.

I thought for sure,

this was it.

I was going to get busted for drunk driving.

I pulled over

and waited.

Suddenly,

this person opens my driver side door

and says;

"Move over. I'm a Christian!"

He drove me home while his girlfriend followed us in his car.

I couldn't see the warning signs that my drinking was getting out of hand,

because on the very next day,

I went to the bar

and told everyone what had happened.

We all laughed

and laughed on how lucky I was.

But my luck ran out.

Two weeks later,

I was busted for

Driving-While-Under-The-Influence.

It was a lesson I needed to learn

and soon quit drinking thereafter.

My family was happy that I did too!

If I would have heeded

Karma's Warning

of if they had a program like

Lyft

back in the day,

I wonder how things might have been different.

One thing though,

I might have a drink

or two on a special occasion,

I just never get drunk anymore

or drive a car after having a beer.

This is,

Still Thanking Karma For Helping Me Never To Have An Accident In California While Drinking,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 “Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
- Ernest Hemingway -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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It Makes Life Worth Living

It is

Sunday.

A day to give thanks for everything we have gotten in life by the good graces of the

Lord

you believe in.

I was brought up a

Catholic,

but during a tumultuous time,

when a

Nun

and a

Priest

were removed from office because of some extracurricular activities they were doing.

The

Church

I once went to is no longer there.

They closed up the shop!

I am more of a believer in

Karma

these days.

Oh,

I won't go to

India

to bathe in the

Ganges River,

or paint my face with the ashes from a dead corpse.

I just like the part that

Karma

plays in all of our lives.

 

So I want to congratulate someone I believe who deserves the recognition.

Maybe not publicly.

The

World

doesn't need to know his name.

I wouldn't want any kind of stigma associated with his name because of my little

Blog.

Let's face it.

Even when you are looking for a job,

Employers

do a

Google Search

of your name.

And some people,

will always have a bad attitude towards someone,

no matter how much they have change their life around for the better.

If this person

or his friends read my remarks,

they will know who I am talking about.

I am not stalking you my friend,

but someone showed me your

Facebook Page

the other day.

It has a picture of you smiling,

and you have your arm around your new girlfriend.

Something,

I knew you had it in you.

To be happy again.

I think you have talent as an

"Tagger,"

and I believe tagging is an art form,

but you needed to take care of yourself first.

Something you probably thought was impossible a year

or so ago.

And stay away from those
Demons
to keep moving your life forward.

I hope,

in some way I have helped.

(Because I am working on my Karma points too, don't you know.)

I commend you for doing so.

See,

Karma

has rewarded your hard work.

This is,

Giving Thanks To All The Wonderful People I Have Met In My Life.

It Makes Life Worth Living.

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Even if things don't unfold the way you expected, don't be disheartened or give up. One who continues to advance will win in the end.”
- Daisaku Ikeda -

I came across this quote today

and I like it so much,

I just had to add another one to today's

Post.

This is what

Karma

is all about.

 “If you're really a mean person you're going to come back as a fly and eat poop.”
- Kurt Cobain -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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