Whether Advisory...

Burning the midnight oil, Mr. Peach fine tunes the adjustments on his RadioTelemaScope. He has to carefully differentiate between the sound of the crackling fireplace and the sound of the crackling EtherWave bounce.

Counting backwards from seven, he taps his foot in time.

"Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

Now"

Most of the Village is fast asleep, as they should be. No one hears, no one sees, no on knows.

With his hand supporting his cheek, his eye brows begin to elevate, followed by the corners of his mouth.  Then his eyes and his neck and his head begin to rotate as his shoulders follow suit. From his wooden table supporting the RadioTelemaScope, he  turns to look behind him at that lucky pot on the shelf by the door.

Time for tonight's Whether Advisory.

Old Post Road...

Not gonna set any speed records on the Old Post Road. But who cares. The towns and the scenery are all part of the experience. And this will be a twisted kind of sentimental journey back in time to a moment of youthful foolishness.

Along the way, you need not worry. Fill up the tank for 3 dollars; and just follow the signs to the next rest stop, eat, gas and go!

"Are we there yet".  Not quite, but almost to the flashback. July, 1942 tour of duty in the Navy was uneventful.  That was until that hot July day when one drink led to another and another. And there was this woman in the USO and then there were the MPs and then there was that free, expense paid and unplanned trip to New England, Portsmouth to be exact.

And after all that roadside food; and all those little towns and in between, it was still there after all those years. The Castle, place of internment, not the most special moments of a lifetime, but not to be forgotten.

But now it was empty. It was closed and seemingly abandoned. And the trek along the Old Post Road, up from Virginia to New Hampshire had been in vain.  There was no way to even get close. It was off limits to the public for some security reason. Standing and looking at that prison from so far away, so empty and cold, all there was to take back home was a snapshot for the scrapbook, and some stories to reminisce about later.

Theory of Checkerocracy

At the Village General Store, things are getting ProFound again...

Seems like we've all heard of  Theocracy or Democracy or Bureaucracy these days,

but...Checkerocracy?

"What about it?" "No, here is the real truth".

"Every single thing you need to know about the universe, can be found right here"

"King me"

"Where?"

"This Checker Board" !

"Forget all this nonsense about Black Holes, and Worm Holes, and Big Bangs, and what have you..."

"Every last little thing you need to know about celestial mechanics can be found right before your nose"

"Think of the universe as being just like this checkerboard; and think of each checker as being a star system."

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C=ORB

"Move your checker, I'll jump you, and then you King me."  "That's it."

And somewhere out in the vastness,

somewhere...