I Will Still Pay A Thousand Dollars

A reprint of my
Post
called
Why Didn't We Have This Kind Of Social Media In The 1980s?
 From
July 19th, 2015.

*****
I envy today's
Up-N-Coming Artists.

In all fields.

Writers,
Painters,
Sketchers,
Graffiti Artist,
Sculptures,
Clay Artist,
Musicians,
Actors,
Comedians,
Visual Artist,
Street Artist,
Advant-Garde Creators,
Karaoke Singers,
and the list goes on
and on.

Yes,
good
Karaoke
is an
Art Form.

There are so many outlets for people to put their material out there today,
that I can't imagine,
for any kind of
Creative Art,
there isn't a home on some kind of
Social Media.

Everyone knows about
Video Streaming Sites
like
Youtube,
Flickr,
Instagram,
and the
Daily Motion.

Try experimenting a little
and go to some different sites from around the
World.

Chinese 
- Video.qq - or - Youku - or - KU6

Italian
 - Libero.it

German
- koeln.de - or - learn2use.de - or - hamburg1video.de

French
- wideo.fr 
or just go to

http://www.reelseo.com/list-video-sharing-websites/

and you'll find
Video Streaming Sites
from around the
World.

But now,
I want to give kudos to an old format
and some breakthrough programs.

The old format is
Television.

Where I live we have the

"Al Jazeera TV Network."

If you have that channel in your area,
you can finally get
News Information
from other parts of the
World,
and see how they view
America.

Not the bias you get from traditional
American TV News Programs.

"Pivot TV Network."

A lot of really good,
new programming airs on this channel like,
Hit Record.
Secret Lives of Americans,
and older programs like,
Farscape,
and
Veronica Mars.

The show that is really impressive,
in my mind is,
Hit Record.

My final and favorite pick is the

"Fusion Network."

This is what
MTV
should have been
or should have become.

They programs like
News,
Pop Culture,
Real Future,
Voices,
Justice,
Sex & Life.

My favorite is the
Underground Show
called,

The Chris Gethard Show.

If you ever felt you didn't belong to any niche in
Society
or
Social Group,
watch this show
and you'll feel right at home.

They fight against the norm,
shown on regular
TV Networks
and
Written Media.

If I had half of the opportunities people have today,
to get their
Art
shown to the public so easily,
I would still be where I am today.

But,
what the
Hell,
it's great fun to dream!

The very first time I was
Video Recorded
playing in a
Rock Band,
it was done on
8mm film!

We had to set up a white viewing screen to watch it.

That was advance technology in its day.

I'll pay a
Thousand Dollars
if anyone can come up with a copy of that
Film.
It was a
8mm film
of the
Milwaukee
based rock group,
Politixs,
playing live.

This is,
If Only,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music."

- Albert Einstein -

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The Man From Mars - Episode Forty Four

   After rinsing my mouth out with water and cleaning up my face a bit, I take a good look into the mirror. Asking myself, "What kind of man have I become? Living in this whirlwind of existence? Where is the man who believed in justice for all? That there is always an alternative, before taking a person's life? What happened in believing there are good guys and bad guys? Now that the line between them seems so blurry?"
   "Are you Okay in there?" Asks Tiny.
   From the other side of the lavatory door.
   Probably because I was taking so long.
   "I'm fine." I answer back. "I'll be out in a minute."
   "We will be landing soon and we need to talk." He tells me.
   "I said I'll be right out in a minute!" I said angrily.
   There is finely silence.
   Not a word coming from the other side of the door.
   I stare at my face for a few more minutes, saying to myself, "Where did all of this sudden anger come from? Why am I so jumpy? What happened to my patience?"
   I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear Tiny's booming voice from the other side of the door say, "That is what we need to talk about."
   I slide the jet airplane's lavatory door open and see Tiny standing right there in front of me. I am about to say something derogatory to him about his big ears and eavesdropping, then I remember looking into the mirror, thinking how, I don't much care for the man I see right now.
   I calmly say, "Is it alright to sit down before we start?"
   He doesn't say a word, but backs up a foot and waves his arm and hand, as if to say, after you.
   After sitting down, I start out by saying I'm sorry. Telling him, "I don't know what has come over me lately."
   He smiles and says, "No worries. We have had barely a day of rest these past few of weeks. It has been non-stop excitement, and your life has been in danger on more than one occasion."
   "I wouldn't call, putting my life in danger, exciting."
   "You will." Is all Tiny says.
   "I hardly think so." I say sarcastically. "Besides. I believe I have had enough of this crazy adventure. I would like to speak to Ponleak and ask him to take his amulet back."
   "I would say, that is impossible at this point." Says the man who asked me never to call him by his real name, Phuc, again.
   And yes, it is pronounced the way you think it is.
   After calming me down and sitting me down once again, Tiny tells me that, "Even though you haven't been using the amulet lately, your mind is becoming accustom to it."
   "What the hell does that mean?" I ask.
   "Your mind and the amulet are becoming part of each other." He says. "You must learn to control your emotional state or the amulet will make you mad."
   "Great." Is all I can say sarcastically.
   "Soon, by merely a thought, you will be able to control the power of the amulet."
   "But I don't want to control the amulet any longer. I want Ponleak to take it back!"
   "Like I said, that is impossible."
   He explains. "Ponleak and his followers are probably being pursued by half of Bopha's men at this very moment. And the other half are after us."
   "Why would he divide his forces in two?"
   "I am sure Bopha is making sure that the amulet does not slip past him again." He tells me. "Ponleak is hoping that Bopha could never imagine someone would willingly give up the amulet. He is hoping that Bopha, seeing that the majority of his followers are protecting Ponleak and are with him, that you and I are just a divergence. A way to split his forces. But knowing this does not mean he can take a chance by letting us slip away quietly. He must make sure Ponleak has the amulet and that we are just goats to be slaughtered."
   "I'm not sure I like your analogy of us being goats to be slaughtered." I tell him sheepishly. "Can you come up with an updated phrase for us being the fall guys here."
   "Why?" Tiny looks to me confused.
   "Never mind." I say.
   Suddenly, inside the passenger area of the jet, the lights go from a steady white to a flashing red. With the usual alarm going off, blaring away, at full volume.
   A Filipino man's voice comes over the intercom and says, "We are under attack. A ground to air missile has been launched in our direction."
   Before Tiny can say a word, I scream out in frustration, "Can't I ever get one day of rest here? I wish that missile went right back to where it came from."
   Tiny yells out, "No," into my face and grabs me by the top of my two shoulders, staring straight into my eyes.

To Be Continued.....

Next Week.

This is,

Jumping From The Frying Pan,

Into The Fire,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“I know that eggs do well to stay out of frying pans.”
- George R.R. Martin, -

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Come And Join In On My Fun

Today,
I am announcing the formation of a
New Cult,
erase that,
a new
Religion
that I will be the leader of.

This
Cult.
Why do I keep making that same mistake?
This
Pietism
will not be based on
Orthodox Practices
or
Religious Formalities
from the past
or the present.
It is not a form of
Spirituality
that other
Religious Groups
practice.

Such as;

Animism, Asatru, Baha'i Faith, Brahma Kumari, Buddhism, Christadelphians, Christian Apostolic Church in Zion, Christianity, Confucianism, Divine Lightmission, Druze, Dualism, Eckankar, Hare Krishna, Hinduism, Islam, Jain, Jehovah's Witnesses, Mennonite, Mormon, Mysticism, Polytheism, Raja Yoga, Rastafarian, Ravidassia, Santeria, Satanism, Shinto, Sikhism, Taoism, Thelema, Traditional African Church, Unitarianism, Unitarian-Universalism, Unitas Fratrum, Voodoo, Yezidism, Zoroastrianism, or even the phony science in Scientology.

Man,
that's a lot of -isms!
My
Religion
will have a band of fervent followers,

who will follow the doctrine that I will lay down as
Scripture,
so none of us have to pay any
Taxes
ever again!
When you join,
you do not join a
Congregation
or become part of a
Laity.
It does not matter if you are male
or female.
We all become the
Clergy
in my
Religion.
That way,
none of us will ever have to pay
Taxes 
again!

It will probably start out slow,
as far as recruiting new members are concerned.
So,
to start off,
all of your worldly possessions
and paychecks must be donated,
totally,
to the
Cult.

I mean,
RELIGION!

You will have the option of spending a percentage of the money you donate to the
Church
though.
I am not a cruel leader,
as you can see by my sincerity.
Doesn't that make you feel all warm
and fuzzy inside?
Let's see now.
First,
we'll need 5% of your donations to buy land
and build housing.
We will have a communal dwelling for food
and drink.
So we won't have a problem there.
Add 3% for that.
Then we'll need 10% of your donations to pay for
Lawyers.
Because
Religions
just don't fall out of the sky
and can declare themselves sanctuaries from
Tax Liens.
No sirree Bob,
they don't!
And don't forget my administrative costs.
That will be another 3%.
And my private
Jet.
Another 5%.
Finally,
you'll have to pay,
I mean all the
Clergy
will donate to,
our very own
Religious Retreat
in the
Bahamas!
So everyone,
when I'm not lounging on the beachfront with a
Gin & Tonic,
you too can have a
Religious Experience Vacation
from the grind of everyday life!
Another 15% of your paycheck please.
Won't that be nice?
So let's see here.
That means,
you'll be able to spend up to 59% of your donations on yourself!
Tax Free!
Won't that be a lot better than paying our
Government
the 33% in taxes they always ask for every year?
Oh.
By the way.
Please start making around a
Million Dollars
a
Year.
Because I can't wait for my
Bahama Vacation Retreat
forever!
Or my
Private Jet.

 

This is,

 I Am Your Leader,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“The Scooby gang doesn’t travel because they are looking for crimes to solve. They travel because they’re one step ahead of the deprogrammers. Somehow, Fred’s got them all snookered. It probably has something to do with the Scooby Snacks."

- John Scalzi, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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In Mourning

It is always hard to talk about a subject that brings so much grief to a person. My best friend, which I have known since my High School days, has died. You can say we were "Of Like Mind." We could discuss everything from Ancient Alien Theory to Quantum Mechanics. If there truly are Tachyon Particles flowing though us at this very moment or if there is a God Particle. He was someone I could talk to about any subject, and even though neither of us were ever Theoretical Physicist, we both were avid readers on the subject. He was a great man in my eyes because, when I became disabled, he was already one and he never once complained to me about his disability. He always talked about the positives in life. He would push me to move forward with my life and my writing. I will and do miss you buddy. We have talked together about this subject, on more then one occasion, that Albert Einstein said, "You cannot destroy energy. You can only change its form." I know your energy, your soul, has moved on to a higher plain of existence. Thank you for every thing we did together. Watch over me and keep pushing me forward. I will see you again on the other side.

In Loving Memory Of

Jeffrey J. Keyes

 

This is,

Saying Goodbye To My Friend,

Jim Hauenstein

The Man From Mars - Episode Forty Three

   The Filipino cleaning lady, Martha, leaves me alone with my bottle of whiskey, as our flight slowly descends.
   I was thinking at the time, before I noticed the "Buckle Your Seat Belt" sign illuminate that, only on a Billionaire's Jet would there be a full time cleaning lady on board for messy people like me to pick up after.
   That is when our slow descent in the aircraft became a quicker one. No longer angling the nose of the plane at an obtuse slant downwards, but at a reflex angle down, where the help of the Earth's gravity gives our jet extra momentum in speed.
   I put my glass of whiskey in an ingenious cup holder, where the top of the drink always points straight up, keeping the mixture level with the ground.
   I watch it closely, while fighting my way through the increasing G forces to buckle my seat belt, imagining how smart the designers were, by using a gyrostabilizer to keep me from spilling my Scotch.
   I started contemplating if I should try to take a sip of my drink, while we are diving towards the Earth, or wait to see if we level off in time.
   It would be a shame though, to waste perfectly good whiskey, by not drinking it, if we should crash.
   I try to distract myself from this obviously indulgent self-medicating urges to drink away my thoughts of being flattened like a pancake if we hit the ground.
   So much has been happening to me lately, with people trying to kill me for the amulet, that I was about to give into the urge, of finding courage from a bottle.
   But I already had enough courage. The bottle was half empty.
   I glanced out my window and see the ground racing rapidly towards us. I think about the liquid courage sitting next to me in a gyroscopic cup holder. Instead, I pull down the plastic curtain to cover up my window, and start hoping for the best.
   Suddenly, well suddenly for me anyways, the private jet levels off and kicks into overdrive.
   I know, its not a car, but for me, that is the best way to described how the jet plane seem to feel as it accelerated faster once we leveled off.
   I did not lift up the plastic curtain covering my window, because I really didn't want to know how close to the ground we were.
   My stomach, this time around, wasn't reacting to the maneuvers the jet was performing, unlike the helicopter ride I had earlier and what seemed like a week or so ago, but to the half a bottle of Chivas Regal floating around inside my guts.
   I unbuckled, got up, ran towards the back of the jet plane, and closed the lavatory door behind me.
   You can guess what happened next.
   Do I really need to spell it out for you?
   That is when the man of few words, Tiny, knocked on the door and said, "We need to talk."
   My answer?
   "Sspppeeeewwwww."
   And my vomit came out like Linda Blair's green slim in the movie, "The Exorcist!"

 

To Be Continued.....

Next Week.

This Is,

Sorry For The Blatant Puking Scene,

But It Just Seem To Go With The Story So Nicely,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Does love make the world go around? Well yes. But whiskey makes it go around twice as fast.”
- James Hauenstein -

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Science Hack Day

If you are new to this

Blog,

and you know who you are,

you might not know that I am a

Geek

of sorts.

OK,

a sort of

Geek.

I believe that a famous quote was missed translated,

a long time ago,

from that famous

Bronze Era Book

which is the

Worlds

best selling book ever.

You see,

if you said

Geek

back then,

no one would know what you were talking about,

or they might have thought you meant the word

Greek.

What quote I am talking about?

"The Geeks shall inherit the Earth."

Now,

if you want to wave your

Geek Flag

around,

why don't you organize a

Science Hack Day

in your city.

 

I know what you are thinking,

but in this case,

Hack

is not a bad word.

Science Hack Day

is strictly a volunteer,

non-profit,

trading ideas type of event,

with no prize money awarded.

It is an event to get your

Geek On,

and show the

World

what your average,

run-of-the-mill

Geek

can do.

So organize an event,

get your sponsorship,

 and

Geek

your way to head of the class!

This is,

Your How To Guide,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”
- Carl Sagan -

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Living For Humor

This is a reprint of my

Post,

You Only Live Once, But If You're Doing It Right, Once Is Enough! - Mae West -

Dated

Monday, July 13th, 2015.

I love writing my little humorous anecdotes.

*****

I have said in the past that I walk around four to five miles every morning. Today was the first day I started to run for exercise. Of course, after three miles of a hard sprint, I had to turn around and say, "OK lady. Here's your purse back."

I wanted to take my grandson to the San Diego Zoo, but the lady at the ticket counter said I would need three tickets. I asked, "What for?" She said, "One for your grandson, and two for you." I asked, "Two for me?" She said, "Yes. You're so damn ugly with that beard, somebody is going to think you're an animal. You'll need a ticket to get in, and one to get out."

My wife and I decided to get million dollar life insurance policies on each other, afterwards, she bought a handgun.

I was walking by the river this afternoon when I saw this blond lady on the opposite side. I asked her, "How do I get on the other side of the river?" She said, "You are on the other side."

I was out for a drink with my wife last night and I said, "I love you." She asked me, "Is that you or the beer talking" I said, "It's me. I'm talking to the beer"!

I saw a female police officer pull over a drunk driver. I heard her say, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law." The drunk driver said, "Breasts!"

I've got a new anorexic girlfriend. Its not going too well for me though. I'm seeing less and less of her, all the time. 

I have a problem with golfing. The slow people are always in front of me and the fast people always behind me.

I received a bill from the local high school stating that one of the books my daughter returned at the end of the year had water damage and I had to pay sixty dollars for it. My daughter said,

"That's impossible, I never opened that book all year!"

This is,
Telling You That The Last Joke Is A True Story,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything.”

- Plato -

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Who Is Commenting?

I actually do know who this person is, or who is

Commenting.

Because she is the only one of late.

Matter-of-fact,

I have commented about her before.

Since I have known this person longer than I like to remember,

she gets a certain leeway with her words.

Because,

she cannot spell worth a ....

I kid of course.

Which is an old fashion way of saying,

"I'm Kidding."

But,

I have stated in my

Post,

Sunday's Comments,

that this person is like a sister to me,

who is also the

"Black Sheep"

of the family.

Yet,

she is the only one

Commenting

lately,

so this

Post

is dedicated to her

and her last three

Comments.

Jasmine Alsalem February 23, 2018 at 5:14 AM

Keep those experiences coming I love reading about your adventures into the unknown ... like your literally an instrument letting the Devine put forth thru you!! And Lyft of course ...

 I told you,

I am not here to correct her spelling.

She wouldn't listen to me even if I tried.

But,

she did leave that last

Comment

on my

Post,

What Is So Funny Driving For Lyft?

This next one was left on my

Post

Sunday"s Comments,

which I talked about earlier.

Jasmine Alsalem February 25, 2018 at 1:56 PM

I feel flattered weather it's the devil, god, or simply some unknown random creator of any world..thank jim and I will continue to read a post ..

And,

Jasmine

also had some pretty nice things to say on my

Post,

Four Hair Raising Stories While I Am On Vacation 

Jasmine Alsalem March 13, 2018 at 11:18 AM

Jim those stories grab my attention and distract me from whatever I'm doing at the time, thank god no ones life is at risk unless I happen to find your link while driving !!

Please people,

I love that you read my material,

but do not read it while

Driving!

Jasmine may be able to get away with it,

because somehow she has

Divine

intervention on her side.

Yet,

Reading & Driving,

is as bad as

Driving Drunk

or

Texting While Driving!

It's a distraction people.

Especially my material.

This is,

That Is How You Spell

Divine

Jasmine,

Corrected By

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Meanwhile, spring came, and with it the outpourings of Nature. The hills were soon splashed with wild flowers; the grass became an altogether new and richer shade of green; and the air became scented with fresh and surprising smells -- of Jasmine.”

- Dalai Lama XIV, -

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The Man From Mars - Episode Forty Two

   After our plane levels off and we reach a crushing height of maybe 40,000 feet. My chair seems to unlock and I begin swiveling around to get the first real close look at inside of this Billionaire's private jet.
   A green light blinks on, a few feet in front of me, right above a cabinet door, illuminating the words "Personal Private Bar."
   I unbuckle, jump to the cabinet, pressing a button which opens its door.
   I was expecting those little bottles you see on commercial airlines, but this was a fully stocked bar.
   An unopened bottle of 25 year old Chivas Regal was standing front and center.
   My favorite.
   Pulling out a glass, I find tongs to grab some ice, and see non-carbonated mineral water to splash on my whiskey.
   After taking a gulp, I say to myself out loud, "Man, I needed that."
   "Don't get too drunk." Says a voice directly behind me.
   The unexpected sound startles me so much, I jump back to my seat, spilling my drink along the way.
   "We are not out of the woods yet." Says the face I can now place the voice to. "Tiny believes we will encounter fighter jets if we are not too careful."
   It was the same Filipino man speaking to me. The same man on the airport runway, getting into the Mercedes. The same man at the safe house, warning use that the mercenaries were there. 
   I stare him up and down for a few minutes, then ask him, "Are you one of three? I mean, one of triplets?"
   "Actually, I am one of five. And we are all clones."
   I must have sat there dumbfounded, because he kept staring at me waiting for me to say something to him, or ask him something I guess.
   But I couldn't. It was a little too much for me to comprehend at that very moment.
   I heard it was possible, but I never thought anyone or any country had successfully down it with human beings before.
   Sure, everyone knows that cows, cattle, and chickens are all cloned today and no one seems to care.
   I also did a story once on the rich, affluent, one percent of the populace who quickly freeze their dead favorite cat or dog, fly it to South Korea, and come home with a perfectly healthy cloned pet.
   But human beings?
   I had no idea.
   The thought brings up all kinds of ethical questions. Like, do they share the same consciousness, or the same soul?
   "I am Lino by the way." The Filipino man says, interrupting my train of thought. "Tiny asked me to check on you. I will have Martha clean up your drink. And when Tiny feels it is safe enough, he will come back here to talk to you."
   Without saying anything further, or waiting for me to say anything further, Lino turns around and heads into the cockpit.
   Then, without me hearing anything over a loud speaker, a Filipina woman comes running up from the far end of the plane, with a cleaning bucket in one hand, and a rag in the other, kneeling down to wipe up my drink.
   Again I sat there stunned, by the realization that Martha here, must be the clone of the woman who was bagging up Akela. The dead woman, back at the safe house.
   How many were there of her? I couldn't bring myself to ask.
   Having another Scotch and water though? Now that was something I could do. And at the moment, do with great pleasure.

   With half the bottle gone, and with me goof-fully smiling at Lino and Martha as they periodically pass by me, the plane starts a slow descent.
   With me holding tightly onto my bottle of Scotch, I ask Martha, as she passes by for maybe the fifth time, "What's going on?"
   "The usual tactic." She explains. "We are to back track the way we came. Then zig zag maybe north, maybe south. Flying under the detection of radar."
   "Is that safe?" I ask drunkenly.
   "Only if we do not hit any trees, mountains, or power lines." She answers smiling.
   I take a large gulp of my Scotch for courage.

To Be Continued.....

Next Week.

This is,

Wishing I Had A Bottle Of 25 Year Old Scotch Right Now,

So I Can Do Some Research,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“I sipped my scotch. It was smoky and smooth, tasting of peat and aged oak, underscored by licorice and the intangible essence of Scottish masculinity.”
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The Five Best Posts Of February 2018

Yes,

I am trying to catch up with some of my recurring

Posts

I write each month

and I am feeling a little bit better each day,

after my surgery.

So here it is.

My recurring theme of the

5 Best Post Of The Month.

February was actually a pretty good month for me,

as far as readership goes.

I don't know if it had anything to do with the shortness of it

or if I was especially good at writing that month.

Either way,

here are

The Five Best Posts Of February, 2018!

Starting with the;

Fifth Best Post Of The Month Of February, 2018 Is:

Why Watch Football?

Or, as the original author, Mickey Rox titled it, "45 Other Things to Do on Super Bowl Sunday." I have seen every Superbowl game since its inception. Not saying I am getting bored of the game, all I am saying I am getting bored with watching the same team play in it each year!

The Fourth Best Post Of February, 2018 Is:

Pursuing Happiness

Which is a reprint of my original Post, "And The Pursuit Of Happiness!" It tells the tale of one of my Pet Peeves, where people will leave or throw loose change on the ground and think it is beneath them to pick it up. I taught my kids that it takes a dollar to buy ice cream from the Ice Cream Man and they should always pick up money they find to buy ice cream.

The Third Best Post Of The Month Is:

Sunday's Comments 

My humorous look at some of the Comments one of my readers has been leaving. I always welcome Comments, good or bad, as long as they are not vulgar and/or laced with prejudiced and hatred. Objectiveness is the key.

The Second Best Post Is: 

Agnes Magnúsdóttir 

A true life mystery set in Iceland during the early 1800s. There is a Murder, a Love Triangle, and a Court Room Drama which has captured the Icelandic imagination for over two centuries.

 

The Number One Post Of The Month Of February, 2018 Is: 

Extrasensory Perception

My Flash Fiction Story about the early experiments the United States Government did with ESP, how they got it all wrong, and how today, one man has perfected his technique with ESP to eliminate people.

 There you have it,

The Five Best Posts Of The Month Of February, 2018! 

 And thank you all for making one of my original stories the top

Post

of the month.

It makes me proud.

This is,

Proud As A Papa,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald -

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