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Wednesday, September 03, 2025

Dear Microsoft: In the name of all that's good and holy, overhaul Word!

Well, it turns out that there was one tiny little thing that I've forgotten to do with my book's manuscript.  I totally overlooked the page numbers.  To be perfectly honest I haven't needed them all this time.  I'm so intimately familiar with my book, I can zero in on any part of the 140,000-some work.  Page numbers seemed like an afterthought, at best.

Those are what I'm trying to implement.  But I'm having a surprising amount of difficulty.  What I need to happen is for the numbering to begin several pages in, after the dedication, at the start of part one.

But I can't do that straightforward.  I doubt anyone can.  Doing so requires some splitting the manuscript into sections and that is a task all its own.  And then giving each section its own numbering.

I'm sure this lends itself toward boasting about Microsoft Word's prowess.  Buuuuut...

There has to be a much simpler way of doing this.  Come to think of it, there are quite a few things that Word could do better.  Recently a friend was lamenting on how imprecise Word is when comes to placing images.  Among other issues that I've heard of across the years.

It's enough to make me wonder: is Microsoft actively monitoring the issues that have arisen in Word?  Or has the company rested too much on its laurels with arguably its flagship productivity software?

Because seriously, when was the last time that Microsoft really lauded serious innovation in Word?  I can't think of much going all the way back to the arrival of Windows 95, thirty years ago last month.  Oh sure, there have been numerous refinements of the program... but a serious examination under the hood for purpose of - gasp! - improving it?

I'll say it if nobody else will or can: Microsoft Word needs to be rebuilt.  From the bottom-up and the inside-out.  The company needs to make a comprehensive list of all the requests and concerns and take them into account and recreate their product.  And then produce a Word that will set the platinum standard once again for word processing.

They can do this.  We know that they can.  We will absolutely appreciate it if they do.  Well, this writer in particular certainly shall.

Come on Microsoft.  I don't know if one humble blogger might have any sway with you.  But I know that I'm not alone and I think you know it, too.

Reboot Word.  You know you should.  Microsoft's original mission was to put a computer on every desktop: a tool for letting its users achieve the impossible.  Redesigning Word would be in keeping with that, and very much so.

Thursday, August 28, 2025

Book report for last week of August 2025

 The latest lowdown on my book:

As was reported last time, there are three versions of the manuscript to publish: the hardcover, the softcover, and the ebook.  Each one is formatted for their respective media.  The plan as always is to publish all three at the same time.  If the sales are strong I'm going to release a "special edition" of the softcover that includes some photos.  I'm hoping to be able to include this photo in it:

Photo by Ted Richardson

That's Dad with his friend and fellow farmer John Ashe, in a photo taken in February 2012 for a syndicated newspaper story about the state of tobacco farming especially for independent operators.  I got in touch with Richardson a short while later and got his permission to share the photo on my blog (Richardson told me that this was the best photo assignment he had ever done).  I love this photo and want to include it in the enhanced softcover edition.  Going to take some investment in order to pay the licensing fee but it will be worth it.  If there's demand for it, I'm going to make the new edition as good as it can possibly be.

In the meantime, the hardcover edition's text is now 100% stitched together.  The last substantial thing to get added is the acknowledgments, which were a lot of fun to come up with.  There is going to be some figuring out where to add blank pages in order to have it all looking proper once printed, and that's going to be a project for this coming weekend.  But after the hardcover edition is formatted properly, I think the softcover will quickly follow suit.

I've also got to figure out the author bio and brief synopsis of the book.  I've found out that I'm no good at describing myself in a few sentences.  So I'm sort of contracting that task out to friends who know me best.  Maybe they can come up with something.

Finally, will come designing the covers.  Which has to be done after precisely determining the page count.  Coming up with the covers won't be any problem.  I already know what they're going to look like.

What this all means is that at the rate things are going, my book is going to be published by the end of September.  Well ahead of the original intent to have it on sale by the end of the year.  And then it will be out in the wild, for anyone to buy and read.  We'll see what happens then.  But as things stand now, it's going to be in y'all's grubby little paws within the next few weeks.

I hope you guys will enjoy it :-) 


Wednesday, August 27, 2025

I have retroactively dedicated today to the memory of Reida Drum

Bit of a setup here: right now the usual work is slow.  So I've been supplementing that as a substitute teacher.  The school year just started up here so there hasn't been too much assignment-wise going on.  For now though it is providing what I need.

And maybe, maybe, a little more.  Today I filled in for an assistant in a five-year kindergarten class.  It was awesome!!!  The teacher said that I did an amazing job!  She said she was definitely going to keep me in mind the next time they need a sub.  I absolutely LOVED it.  This is something I could spend the rest of my life doing.

Well, it was about 10 this morning that the teacher asked me if I'd like to read a book to the students, who are not called "students" but instead "friends" (hey it beats calling them "clients" like I did when I was at the mental health department *laugh out loud*).  So I went to the shelf and for whatever reason picked out a book called Get Out Of Bed!  It's about as girl who stays up watching television all night then falls asleep and refuses to wake up no matter what the family does to arouse her.  Great tale!  And the kids loved it when I made sound effects and different voices while I was reading it to them.  I read two more books to them before the day was over with.

So when the teacher asked me if I wanted to read a book to our little friends, the very first thing that popped into my mind was "What would Reida do?"

My dear friend Reida Drumwho passed away in 2012.  She came to mean a lot to me, but especially as an experienced educator who I drew wisdom from, and an inspiration for children.  Reida spent many years in the public school systems, and was still somewhat notorious for "scaring the hell" out of rowdy high school students (but that's exactly what superintendent Allan "Doc" Lewis hired her to do).  She later served several terms on the school board.  Indeed, she was one of the sixteen candidates who ran in that very strange board of education election in 2006 that I took part in also.  I knew from the moment I hear she had filed to run that she was practically guaranteed a seat.  And so she returned to education and performed an admirable service to the people of Rockingham County.

Here's why she came to mind this morning.  Reida was well known for visiting elementary schools and reading books to the students.  She would always go in wearing her fanciest hat and one of her many feather boas.  The kids called her "the Feather Lady".  And there is no telling how many youngsters she entertained in her role over the years.  She made a real act out of her reading.  The kids were enthralled.  And so it is that the Feather Lady entered into Rockingham County Schools legend.

So when the teacher this morning asked if I'd like to read a book to our own children, Reida Drum is who immediately crossed my mind.  And I instantly thought "What would Reida do?"  So I resolved to read to the children with just as much vigor and delight as Reida would have had.

I think it worked.  And I kind of shocked myself.  I'd thought that acting with different voices and sounds like that, and especially interacting with children much as I did when I was active in the theatre guild, was something that had been forever lost to me.  Just a few more things taken away, part of the cost of what it takes to have a mind not turned against me because of manic depression.  But I wasn't that at all today.  I was a kindergarten teacher, who was making the children think about things like how much their parents would be impressed when they said "may I please have" something at the dinner table, and now nice it is when they also said "may I be excused" and "thank you".  I taught them how to write the number 2, and how to make a lower-case "b".

I could make a lifetime career out of doing this.

Well, we'll see.  I'm subbing again tomorrow.  This time for a fourth-grade teacher.  I think this is going to be a most interesting experience to notch on my belt.  There may be some opportunity to teach a bit of history, if the teacher's plan allows for it.

But this day belongs to the memory of Reida Drum, who definitely inspired me to work with the kids.  And there are plenty more who I've known who might also inspire just as much.

(I promise I won't try to read "The Call of Cthulhu" to second graders though.  I won't do that again...)


Monday, August 25, 2025

To the people of Greensboro who are about to get red light cameras (again): How to beat the system

Dear friends and family in the Greensboro, North Carolina area:

It has come to my attention that after an absence of several years, red light cameras are due to be installed again all over the city.  These first appeared circa 2001 and it was soon apparent that they were more a liability than they were an asset.  Well, not an asset to anyone but the city government and the company running the cameras (who got a healthy percentage of each ticket issued).

I could spend all day writing about why the cameras are wrong.  How they violate our rights articulated in the Constitution.  How it also seems that the intersections equipped with the camera have speeded-up the yellow caution lights so that there's more a chance of running the red light and getting your car's photo taken.  Volumes have already been published about how bad the cameras are and why.

I'm not going to reiterate those.  Not this time.  Instead I'm going to do something more pertinent to your situation.  Namely, how to beat the cameras.

This is what I did in 2002, when a red light camera snapped a pic of my car as I was speeding through an intersection to avoid getting rear-ended.  Now, you can file a protest through the company running the cameras, but that's going to do no good.  You have to rigorously attack them.  Maybe if enough people do this the city fathers (are we still allowed to call them that?) will get the message and pull the cameras out once more.

Okay well, this is what happened.  Here is how I didn't have to pay the ticket:

If you get a camera-derived ticket, go to the courthouse.  Ask where to go to in order to have a subpoena issued.  Go there.  Tell them that you are subpoenaing witnesses in your court case.  Subpoena the company that runs the cameras.  Specify that you require the source code for the software running the camera.

You have a constitutional right to face your accuser in a court of law.  You also have the right to cross-examine any witnesses against you.

The fact that the "witness" in the red light camera situation is a robot is not germane to the situation.  That is still most likely the only thing that the government (and the camera company) has against you in its attempt to deprive you of money.  You have the right to your day in court and to request the presence of the witness.

So tell the government and the camera company that you require the source code for the computer that was operating that specific camera on that date.  Tell them that you're going to post the code on the Internet, so that others can better examine the code.

In my situation 23 years ago, the case was dropped like a hot rock.  No company is going to want their proprietary software distributed to the general public.  They were cornered and they knew it.

It could also be asked what authority does a municipal government have the right to bestow upon a private company that has a vested interest in a system that makes them a profit at the cost of individual rights.  You can bring that up in court too.  So far as I know nobody has ever argued about that before the United States Supreme Court.  But there can always be a first time, right?

It worked in 2002.  It will probably work again.  Let me know if it does.

Now you know.  And knowing is half the battle.

"G-I-JOE!!!"



There's a trailer for Fallout season two?? Why didn't I know about this already??

Okay, the past few days have been a little wacky on my side of the screen.  Quite a bit of stuff going on that has been below my radar and this is one of them.  Five days ago the trailer for Fallout second season dropped and I'm just now looking at it.

And having just seen it I got to say: it looks glorious!  Now, Fallout: New Vegas is the one Fallout title that I've yet to complete.  I bought it when the game first came out in 2010 and, let's just say that real-world circumstances have kept me from finishing it.  The last thing that I did in the game before having to take a "leave of absence" from it was to get to New Vegas and explore around.  I'm pretty familiar with the landscape surrounding the city before arriving there.  So I already know much of the terrain that this trailer touches upon.

Which makes my appreciation for this trailer even more profound.  This looks amazing.  Season one was some of the best television I'd seen all this past decade and this next season looks to intensify that.

Okay well, on with the trailer!


Fallout second season premieres on Amazon Prime this December.  Who knows, maybe I'll finally finish the game by then.


Saturday, August 23, 2025

This blog is officially endorsing Kevin Suthard for Rockingingham County Commissioner!

Folks, this one was almost too easy to get behind. Why?  Because I've known Kevin Suthard since we were in seventh grade and he has always been someone who I admire and respect and he's ever abounded in wisdom and vision.  I'll admit, I was a bit shocked around 1994 or so when I heard that Kevin was going into law enforcement.  But he spent thirty years working at the Rockingham County Sheriff's Department and those were decades that were laden in public service.  Kevin has a true heart for the people of the county and that hasn't stopped at all since his retirement.  Now Kevin is moving forward and upward to the next level...


A few days ago Kevin announced that he is running for Rockingham County Board of Commissioners in the 2026 election.  And though I no longer live in Rockingham County, North Carolina, I am declaring for all to see that I am 1000% behind him.  Kevin has spoken up in the past few months about the things that could be better in the county.  Mainly, soaring taxes and the casino in the western part of Rockingham that apparently NOBODY has wanted except for a few interested parties not concerned about the wishes and welfare of their constituents.  Those alone make Kevin an endorsable candidate.  And I can vouch for his character and tell you all now, that Kevin has the drive and fortitude to make good on addressing those concerns.  He's running on a platform of transparent government, and that is what y'all "back home" are going to get with Kevin Suthard as Rockingham County commissioner.

Here is the link to Kevin's official campaign page on Facebook.  And I'm going to be sure to be posting more about his campaign here as things roll along to the primary election this coming March.

Kevin, you've got this.  And Rockingham County is going to be blessed to have you in a leadership role serving it.

Friday, August 22, 2025

Book update: Three editions to choose from! And a bio pic.

As of last night there are three versions of the manuscript that will be used in the publishing of my book.

There is the ebooks manuscript, which has already been used to generate the product for Kindle devices (and I suppose any other ebook reader that comes about for whatever reason).  It looks nice.

And then there are the other two manuscripts, which will be used respectively for the softcover and hardcover editions.  And here is where some issues arose...

Hardcover books published by Amazon's service are limited to 550 pages.  The hardcover version of my manuscript is 490 or so pages.  There is much more room, up to 820 pages, in the softcover format.  My softcover manuscript is 404 pages.  I had to do some serious gymnastics with fonts and spacing to get each version of the manuscript to fit.

Where is this going, you may be asking?  Just this: I've a LOT more available space in the softcover version to use for additional material.

I'm now thinking of making an "enhanced edition" of the softcover with a few photos spread here and there.  It wouldn't add too much else to the cost of the book, only a few cents.  It would be in color also, making it all the prettier.  This would be in addition to the "standard" softcover.

I''m only going to be able to do that if the book sells well.  There is one photo in particular, the one of Dad and a farmer friend sitting on the back of a truck together, that I absolutely want to include but it's a licensed photo so it will cost something to use it.  Maybe if the book sells enough to justify it I'll be able to pay for that.

I hope I can do this.  It would be an opportunity to highlight some of the people who have been in my life and who helped bring me here, past so much that has happened along the way.  This book is their triumph too, as much as anybody's.

In other news, there is the matter of the author's photo that will go on the back cover along with the brief (emphasis on "brief", *laugh out loud*) bio.  I narrowed the possibilities down to four finalists.  Yesterday I put it to a vote with my friends on Facebook.  Which photo of me did they think would be the best one to use?  Here they are:


The runaway winner, with ONE HUNDRED PERCENT of the vote, is #4: the one at the bottom right.  That one got a lot of good remarks about it.  I'm glad that the voting went so wildly in favor of it also.  That particular photo was taken by a friend, who passed away not long afterward.  José had an AMAZING eye for photography and it's going to be great to honor his memory with that.

So, where do things stand now overall?  The ebook/Kindle edition is done, apart from designing the cover.  The hardcover and softcover need covers too, and each will have to be custom fitted for their edition's completed manuscript.

My stated goal earlier was to have the book on sale by the end of the year, and hopefully by the one-year anniversary of the completion of the first draft of the manuscript.  It now looks like this will be on sale by the end of next month.  I plan to have all three versions released together.

And then?  It will be in the hands of whoever comes along to read it.  Hopefully it will be time well spent for them.  My book has three big "E"s to deliver on: educating, edifying, and entertaining.  Time will tell if I succeeded in that.

Friday, August 15, 2025

Update on the book: it is coming together (literally!)

A lot has gotten accomplished with my book during the past several days.  I guess the biggest thing to report is that after ten years of on and off labor, with each chapter getting its own Word document, those have all been stitched together into one single massive master manuscript!  That's what I had done just after noon.

It's now twelve hours later.

The result is a 540-page long, 140,000 word file weighing in at a little under half a megabyte.  Which would be about a third of the capacity of the 3.5" floppy disks that we used back in the day.  And that probably says more than is necessary about how your friend and humble narrator still gauges computer technology (laugh out loud).

For most of the past eight hours I ran the complete manuscript through Microsoft Word, and fixed a few things that Grammarly didn't catch in the course of the past few weeks.  Satisfied with the result, I imported the manuscript into the Kindle Create app that Amazon makes available (for free) to anyone who wants to make ebooks, or even prepare a book for physical printing.  Had a few fits and starts, figuring out how to do what... but after an evening's work there is now an almost completely formatted project file.  I'm taking a break for the night and will get back to formatting tomorrow.

Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing can handle a hardcover book that's 550 pages or less.  I'm having to edit my manuscript to make it fit.  The chapter about Adderall, and what it did to me (pretty much made me feel like a god) is now gone.  A few other things have been trimmed down.  Maybe it's for the best though, especially the Adderall chapter.  Don't want to get in any kind of legal trouble.  Lord knows that there are some things in this piece of work that are daring enough as they are.

I finally hit on a design for the cover that I really, really like.  It's using the image from the Codex Manesse that I found a couple of months ago, that I really loved as soon as I saw it.  I saw this pic and instantly knew that I had found the basic element of my book's cover.  So when the page numbers have been tabulated and it's found to be something printable, I'm going to take that cover design and get into Photoshop on my iPad and make a fully trimmed and marginalized cover file.  And then, theoretically, I should have a sellable book.  But I'm going to hold off on releasing it until sometime next month.  Got a few things going on in the meantime that need my attention also.

But as things stand now, there is going to be a fully processed manuscript, fit for publication, by the end of the weekend.  I am really astounded and amazed at the state of this project.  A year ago I was focused on writing the first draft of my book.  That was completed the week before Thanksgiving, and I felt proud and accomplished.  But the work was far from finished.  I've intended to do this the right way, no cut corners.  This has to be the best possible product that I can offer to a potential audience.  Lord willing it's not going to come out looking rough and sloppy at all.  It's going to be a polished book, one that I hope will entertain and edify and enlighten.

Anyhoo, that's where things are at 12:39 am on Friday morning.  More soon.

Tuesday, August 12, 2025

After Johnny Robertson: What happens to WGSR now?

Maybe I'm about to say too much, with this post.  But a few of you have asked me about recent events and my take on them.  And this does pertain to some people who I had blogged about much (though it's been awhile, like fifteen years or so).

I feel obligated, for sake of completion, to weigh in on the matter.  So here it goes...

As reported a few days ago, Johnny Robertson of the Martinsville Church of Christ died a week ago.  The funeral service was held this past weekend.  Robertson was cremated, which may or may not be germane to the conversation.

The manner of Robertson's death has become a topic of considerable discussion in the Martinsville, Virginia and Reidsville, North Carolina area.  I am aware of what the medical examination determined.  By now many people have correctly surmised how Johnny Robertson came to pass away.  Regardless of the history that existed between Robertson and myself, I am greatly troubled and even grieved that his end came in such a way.  "There but for the grace of God..."

Although I no longer live in that vicinity, I do maintain interest in what transpires around my old stompin' grounds.  And so it is that from where I see things, Johnny Robertson's death may have significant ramifications to that region. Especially in regard to WGSR, the television station from which Robertson's "Church of Christ" had three solid hours of broadcasting each week.

Here's what it comes down to: WGSR, the Star News station, is now on the brink of destruction.  It is far removed from the fairly vibrant television station that I first went to work at in 2006.  The WGSR of that time had a lot of variety of programming.  But that's dwindled away, from what I've heard.

For all of this time though, there has been one consistent constant: that the "Church of Christ" (which is nothing at all like the mainstream Church of Christ denomination) was WGSR's biggest-paying client.  Johnny Robertson kept the money coming into the station.  So long as Robertson kept stoking the flames of controversy, the "rich Texans" out west would send money for the broadcasts.  And stoking controversy has always been something right up WGSR general manager Charles Roark's alley.  The man trades and deals in strife.  Johnny Robertson and his confederates of the "Church of Christ" came loaded with footage  of their trespasses against decent Christians with seemingly each new hour of broadcast, and Roark was ever eager to put it on the air.  It was a vicious cycle that kept Robertson and his cronies doing their "work" and consequently kept WGSR in business.

But now, Johnny Robertson is gone.  And with him goes much if not most of the funding that WGSR has relied on for the past twenty years.  There will be no more shows from the Martinsville Church of Christ.  The "Church of Christ" as has been known in that area, represented by the Robertson family, is done with.  It's over.  It took awhile but they are finally extinguished.

Sources in the Martinsville/Reidsville area have told me that WGSR's management has been thrown into chaos.  Roark bet the farm on the Robertson gang, and he has now lost bigly.  But it was only a matter of time before this happened.  And now Roark is facing the very severe consequences of having hitched the WGSR wagon to Johnny Robertson's star to begin with.

I suppose if nothing else, I'm writing this post out of an obligation to chronicle something that doesn't happen very often: the death of a television station.  Because that is what it seems is now happening to WGSR.  Reidsville has had a TV station for more than forty years, and suddenly it is facing the possibility that there will be no local television broadcasting anymore.  How it came to this point, is something well worth analyzing and discussing.  Because what may be about to happen, is something that could have been avoided had smarter and more mature management been in charge.  WGSR is about to become an object lesson in running a media outlet into the ground.

Maybe others will watch what happens with the station, and take from it a measure of wisdom.  The well of controversy has dried up at WGSR.  And that's what it had put its stock in.

It wouldn't surprise me if the station was defunct by the end of the year.  Barring significant reform, its days are certainly numbered.

Friday, August 08, 2025

Jim Lovell, 1928 - 2025

 What a life this man led!


For awhile Lovell held the record for most time spent in space by an astronaut.  That was before Apollo 13, which has often - and not without reason - been called NASA's finest hour.

That is the mission that most will remember Lovell for, in no small part because of the movie Apollo 13 that came out thirty years ago this summer.  But I thought for a tribute to Lovell's memory, I would share what was one of the most beautiful moments in the history of space exploration: the crew of Apollo 8 reading from the Book of Genesis while in lunar orbit on Christmas Eve 1968.


Godspeed Captain Lovell.  And a thankful humanity salutes you.



Thursday, August 07, 2025

Gina Carano and Disney/Lucasfilm settle: House of Mouse "bends the knee"

It seems that Disney and Lucasfilm did not want to go the distance with Gina Carano.  Disney could have simply let Carano go four and a half years ago after they didn't like her conservative-leaning commentary on her own social media (why are liberal-leaning actors forgiven for their commentary, huh?).  Instead they had to disparage her personal character by making her out to be someone with hate-filled qualities.  And that's where Disney/Lucasfilm went wrong.

So Carano sued Disney early last year, and she had Elon Musk among many others in her corner.  And today Disney/Lucasfilm capitulated and settled with Carano out of court.


Not only has Disney backed down, they have also taken a conciliatory stance toward Carano, and furthermore have said that they would be willing to work with her on future projects.  Which sounds like more than what Carano had aimed for.  I know that her Star Wars character Cara Dune was immensely popular with fans, many if not most of whom sided with Carano after her firing.  I don't know if there is going to be room for Carano in the current Mandalorian/Ahsoka part of the Star Wars mythology (The Mandalorian and Grogu motion picture is due out in less than a year) but anything is possible, I suppose.  Or it could be that Carano's Dune gets her own project... which was something that was slated to happen before Disney/Lucasfilm dismissed Carano and slammed her as a person.  Would Carano be up for that?  Maybe.

I might be tempted to sign on with Disney+ again, if this move by Disney is an indicator of the company moving away from identity politics.  That is certainly something that has impacted the company's bottom line well beyond what has happened within the Star Wars franchise (especially The Acolyte, which if Disney was smart they'd bury that show beneath the Disney Vault and never let it see the light of day again).  There are a few things that Disney has done which I have been sincerely interested in seeing (live-action Grand Admiral Thrawn is one of them) but haven't because of my own boycott against the company.  If Carano is open to working with the company again, I might be open to giving the company a little bit of a chance, too.

Remembering Mike Ashley: The older brother I never had

 His name was Mike Ashley.

I don't have a photo of him.  But in my mind's eye I can still see him.  Nineteen years old.  Brown hair and a little bit of a mustache.  He was a handsome young man.  With a twinkle in his eye and kindness in his words.  He was as all-American a boy as you'd ever be likely to find.  A pure wholesome country Christian man.  And a hard worker and just as much an eager learner.

Dad had known Mike's father.  The elder Ashley had died a few years earlier.  Mike's father had been a farmer.  Something that Mike had found himself wanting to get into.  And so it was that late in the spring of 1985 my dad brought Mike aboard on our family's farm.  Mike wasn't just going to help out with the operation.  Dad made it his mission that he was going to teach Mike everything that he knew about what it meant to be a dairy farmer.  Being with us was going to be like college for Mike.  It was an education he took to with enthusiasm and zeal.  And it was one of the happiest times that I had ever seen Dad.  He was getting to be a mentor to a young man.  I can't remember Dad ever being such a teacher-figure to anyone else in his lifetime.  But he certainly took Mike under his wing and was going to teach him all that he could about the dairy business.

But that's not all that Mike was to us.  To our family that fast took him in as one of our own.  Mom thought the world of Mike.  My sister, I am pretty sure, had a crush on him.  And as for me...

Mike fast became someone who I never knew that I needed: the older brother that I didn't have.  He was someone I looked up to.  I respected Mike and he respected me.  I showed him some things too, that he had never seen before.  During the lunch break that lasted a couple of hours each day (while the cows were replenishing their milk), Mike would often come by my room. I got to show him my Transformers toys: something he VERY quickly picked up how to make them change from robots to vehicles.  I let him read my comic books, and my many copies of MAD Magazine.  The latter was something he especially found hilarious!  I can still hear him laughing at some of the stuff he was finding in MAD.

Mike was eight years older than I was.  He was the kind of person who I wanted to grow up to be like someday.  I don't think he had a girlfriend but if he ever got married, she was going to be a very blessed woman to have him in her life.

On the day before it happened, on August 6th, Mike had been in my room during the lunch break.  And I showed him how to change some more Transformers.  After he and Dad left to go back to the barn for the afternoon's milking, I found myself thanking God that He had put such an amazing person into my life, and that I hoped to be like him someday.

It was forty years ago today, on August 7th, 1985, that we lost Mike.

He had been behind the barn, on a tractor, scraping cow manure into a manure spreader. And if you don't know already cow manure is some of the best fertilizer imaginable. On a small farm it is a very valued and precious resource. And scraping it into the spreader was something that had been done like a zillion times.

It worked like this: the manure spreader was parked below the high end of a concrete ramp. Whoever was on the tractor would tow a bladed attachment and scrape manure that had come out of the barn and cattle stalls, off the ramp and into the spreader.

That is what Mike was doing.

We will never know what caused it to happen. Maybe he saw a deer off in the field and was momentarily distracted.  Maybe it was something else...

The tractor drove over the top of the ramp and flipped over and onto Mike.  He was probably killed instantly.

It was Dad who found him a short while later. He saw smoke coming from behind the barn. And then he saw the overturned tractor with Mike crushed beneath it.

My sister and I had been told that Mike got killed. We watched from our house as first responders, an ambulance, law enforcement and many other people descended on the farm.  A short while later Mom arrived, she had left  work as soon as Dad had gotten through to her.

That evening Mom took my sister and I to my grandmother's house in Reidsville.  Dinner was pizza from Domino's.  I was in such shock, my heart torn in pieces, that I really couldn't taste the food.

Granny said something that night that has always stuck with me: "The good die young."  It's still the closest thing to an explanation for why God would take someone as wonderful as Mike, so young, as I've ever heard.

A few nights later was the visitation at the funeral home.  It was an open casket viewing.  I now wish that I had not gone.  It didn't look like Mike.  That's the best I can put it.  I didn't recognize him.  And that became one of the many memories that I've had to carry for the rest of my life, that I want to go away and never torment me again.

Nothing was the same in our family after that.  We had lost one of our own, very much so.  Dad came in from the barn every evening afterward and would sit by the fireplace and break down in tears.  Two months later he himself was involved in another farming accident, one that almost cost him his right hand.  Dad figured that God was telling him to get out of the farming business.  Several months later, that's what he did.  But I digress.

Every year on this date, I remember Mike Ashley.  And I tell others about him.  He's mentioned in the book I've written and as I say in it, I refuse to let the young man who was the closest person I ever had to an older brother be forgotten by the world.  Because more than most he deserves to be honored.

And now you know about him, too.



Wednesday, August 06, 2025

Johnny Robertson has died

The word arrived a short while ago that Johnny Robertson, who there has been no small amount of contention with at times over the years, passed away earlier today.

Life is too short than to spend any more moments than necessary in bitterness.   We aren't guaranteed tomorrow.  We have to make the most of what we have, because there is no knowing when it will be taken away.

That being said, I will ask that his family and friends be kept in our thoughts and prayers.

Sunday, August 03, 2025

A Midsummer Night's Meme


If we shadows have offended,

Think but this and all is mended:

That you have but slumbered here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend.

If you pardon, we will mend.

And, as I am an honest Puck,

If we have unearnèd luck

Now to ’scape the serpent’s tongue,

We will make amends ere long.

Else the Puck a liar call.

So good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends.


-- from A Midsummer Night's Dream, William Shakespeare



Saturday, August 02, 2025

The book: It is finished.

Well, it's done.

As of twenty-five minutes ago, I have completed putting the entire manuscript through Grammarly, checking for grammar and syntax.  That's the better part of three weeks that it took to accomplish that.

There will be some going through it with a fine tooth comb, no doubt making a few minor changes here and there.  But otherwise, the text of my book is complete.  It has underwent multiple revisions and checks.  It's pretty much as good as it's going to be.

From completing the first draft last November on through its final form today, it's been eight and a half months of work.  The grammar checking has been done well ahead of schedule.

I've been focused, very nearly wholly dedicated on completing my book, since January of 2024.  And here it is, early August 2025.  I like to think that I'm coming out of the process none the worse for wear.

All that needs doing now is formatting for publishing.  And that won't take long.

I'm going to allow myself to feel good tonight.



Twenty-four hours later...

...since the previous post.

I have just finished writing an epilogue for my book.  It wasn't planned.  It just kinda hit me between the eyes a few hours ago and I needed to commit it to Microsoft Word.

The book has a much more beautiful ending now.

Final word of it: "grail".