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 I've taken a few steps toward resuming writing. I've written off and on over the years and now feels like a good time to get a few pieces started, maybe even finished. I have a long habit of starting more than I finish. As a Free/Open Source Software ( FOSS ) enthusiast, I plan to build my workflow exclusively around such software. The Linux operating system will be the platform; I have a strong preference for Linux Mint . Mint is a stable, conservative sort of operating system, an Ubuntu derivative that surpasses its foundation. This would provide an enterprise-grade platform for my writing and small publishing firm (more on this later). As mentioned, I want my writing and publishing to be done on a FOSS platform. I've used Ubuntu Linux for some time and find it works well, but their parent company, Canonical, appears to be drifting toward centralization, while the Snap application packaging is proprietary software, which is the opposite of FOSS. Canonical isn't a pu...

Author's note. I've reached the age where friends and loved ones pass with greater frequency. This is my attempt to memorialize those who have gone before, the first in a series dedicated to absent friends. These are people I love and respect, whose stories deserve to be told. Mitch I met Mitch my junior year in high school. He'd transferred from a nearby school and was a year younger than I. This was a fortunate move for me, as both of my closest friends had moved out of state over the summer and I was feeling a bit lost. Marijuana and rock music solidified the friendship, and soon we were hanging out alot with the mutual friends. Our group of friends were stoners and lived the stoner lifestyle, getting high, watching too much TV, living on junk food. We’d tell the same jokes repeatedly, laugh like we’d never heard it before, only for one of us to tell it again soon after and repeat the cycle. It was like a scene in Philip K Dick’s “A Scanner Darkly,” when Bob Arctor ...

If you've spent any time at all on this site, you will have noticed I have an interest in investing. I had no interest in finance until my mid-40s, when I took a job at a printing company in which one of the partners is a CPA. I learned personal finance the hard way, struggling with credit card debt in my early 20s (it was the 90s; I blame the guitar and camera stores). After digging myself out of the hole I was in by age 27, I was cautious to avoid debt anytime I could. Investing, aside from employer retirement plans, was not on my radar. Fatherhood really spurred me into action when it came to investing. There's simply no way a savings account can outpace inflation; if you want to thrive financially, investing is the best way to get ahead. So, with encouragement from my boss, I began to study and learn. Investopedia and The Balance proved to be immensely helpful. In time, I opened an account and started buying exchange traded funds (ETFs) and was on my way. I read a few...

Big trouble is brewing in a neighboring town. Cedartown, Georgia has a scandal of its very own: an affinity fraud in the form of a Ponzi scheme is allegedly being perpetrated by a building and loan organization. The target: conservative Christian Republicans. The alleged perp: a fellow conservative Christian Republican, tho there's nothing conservative about the amount of money bilked: $140,000,000.00 from approximately 300 victims. That's a stunning average of $466,667.00 per victim.  Affinity fraud is nothing new. For a prime example, just search the name "Bernie Madoff" and you'll receive a Master's thesis of information. Like Madoff, the head of the building and loan targeted those who felt they could trust their fellow traveler. Also like Madoff, the alleged perp promised  unusually high returns on investments in distressed businesses. The returns were rumored to be in the area of 8-18%. I'm no financial guru but if my business needs a loan with a 1...

Part 1: Treetop Flyer In the immediate pre-Covid era, when my son was 4 and 5 years old, he played soccer (at 4) and T-ball (at 5) in our small rural town in Georgia. Both years, two prop-driven airplanes flew over the fields the team was practicing or playing on. The plain, painted dark and with no clear tail markings, didn’t appear to be commercial aircraft, nor did they fly at high altitude; at times they seemed to be just above the tree tops. Needless to say, all action on the field stopped as the children and parents stopped in wonder to watch them fly by. Around this same time, a controlled substance arrest took place in an equally rural county across the state line in Alabama. Among the usual contraband of substances and paraphernalia was found a small amount of heroin. That last detail caught my eye as the area in which the arrests took place is even more rural than my own. When I lived in Sydney, heroin was a fact of life in the port city and was said to be quite easy to...

In January 2020, a young lady named Keeslyn Roberts disappeared from a fuel station near my home. The case remains unsolved. This post will examine the actions, and lack thereof, of those in authority, and how this contributes to the case remaining unsolved. But first, a little backstory. As a teen, I lived in the same neighborhood as the Roberts family. Keeslyn's father, Eric, is older than I, and I don't recall the two of us having much interaction. His sister, on the other hand, is the same age and we've been friends for over 40 years. It was she who told me about Keeslyn's disappearance and the family's frustrations with the lack of police action. To learn more of the specifics of the case, numerous podcasts and news stories are available online. To my understanding, the police reaction to the disappearance has thus far been little to no reaction. After no word from his daughter for several days, Eric went to the fuel station where her car was parked. He th...

Savannah, Georgia is one of my favorite cities. Younger than London, older than San Francisco, with a degree of quirk rivaled only by New Orleans, Savannah is a six hour (if Atlanta traffic is agreeable) drive from my home in the northwestern corner of the state.  Comparing my region with that of Savannah is an exercise in futility; they are worlds apart. One is lower Appalachia, with rolling green hills and valleys, creeks and waterfalls. The other is coastal Georgia, low country, wetlands. Even the cultures and accents are sufficiently different as to make a new acquaintance appear surprised when they ask where you're from and you reply "Georgia." Something neither place lacks is ghosts, but you probably knew that, didn't you? View this YouTube video by Dixie After Dark for a bit of info on Georgia's first ghost, Alice Riley. I love writing about Savannah. I can almost see the Spanish moss and smell the pot of low country boil!

During my childhood, when I-75 was a divided four lane and Highway 41 was still the main road through town and smaller roads snaked over and between the hills, the Willowdale bridge crossed Mill Creek along one of those side streets. That is, until The Day The Truck Tried To Cross. On that day in the late 70s, a truck driver tried to drive too large a truck over too small a bridge, causing a collapse and putting the truck in the creek below. My dad insisted we go have a look, so into the car and on the way we went.  It was quite a sight for my young eyes and the memory still feels fresh. My wife, who lived nearby, remembers the event well, as I suppose all who saw it did.  Willowdale is also the site of a train derailment many years ago. Here's the story as told by Norman Blake: The bridge was decommissioned long ago and has fallen into disrepair. A walking trail has replaced the road, but the remains of the bridge still stand.

In a previous post, I mentioned I have resumed writing. It's good therapy and a fine creative release. Here's an update on my efforts: I've completed one story and submitted it to the William Faulkner Literary Competition. It's a short piece and I don't expect anything to come of it, but I'm pleased with the story and submission. A new short story has been started, a ghost story set in the South. This is quite natural, as I'm a Southerner who loves a good ghost story. It's set in a nearby town with Civil War history. What began as a short story is now looking more like a novel. The idea is simple but as I was making notes, it dawned on me that this is much more than a short story. I plan to finish the aforementioned story before jumping into the longer piece. Lastly, I'm taking notes furiously as ideas come. I'm very much enjoying the return to writing. Unlike during previous attempts to write, I...

By Willi Heidelbach, CC BY 2.5 , Link I am the proud father of a young son who, for the last two school years, has won a writing contest for his grade level. Last year's piece was a retelling of the Great Locomotive Chase of the Civil War from the point of view of the engineer of the stolen train. This year's tale was of a zombie apocalypse in which I defended home and hearth with a large iron skillet. I cook with a large iron skillet and have full faith in its ability as a defensive weapon against the undead. My son has inspired me to take up writing, a practice I pursued as a younger man with little to say and not much experience to draw from. At midlife, I have more to reflect on and put to paper. I have a short story completed and am outlining another. After working in spreadsheets all day, I look forward to going home and working in a word processor. (That's not entirely a joke) My method begins with the Vim text editor, a piece of software more suited to progra...

I've recently begun watching Curb Your Enthusiasm. I'm years late to the party but better late than never, I say. It's a very funny show and one I enjoy watching. And, as with everything I enjoy, there's something strange going on. Larry David and I are a lot alike. Not physically, we're opposites there, like Disney villians or Pinky and The Brain. Our likeness comes in the form of a shared eccentricity, one part neurosis, one part paranoia, and the rest comprised of all the weirdness around us. eam of conscuious talking? Check. Answering my own questions? Check. All the constant yelling and name calling? Absent, thankfully. I like peace and quiet in the physical world to offset the storm in my mind. then there are the little things: a love of spongecake. Good Chinese food. I even carry a small Swiss Army Knife with scissors like the one Larry used to cut Judy the doll's hair. s strange to see a character who reminds one of oneself, but at least my ...

I lost my Dad this week. At 82 years of age, he'd lived a long life pretty much on his own terms. Congestive Heart Failure kept him in and out of hospitals for the last six months, and in ICU for two weeks. It was in ICU where he realized the end was near. We had our most meaningful conversations there, in spite of his growing weakness. Lots of "Remember when" stories, a few "What if" stories, and sadly, very few words of final wishes. Fortunately, he'd mostly settled that with my stepmother. I and a few other family members were present at the moment of his passing. There is no greater closure than to be holding the hand of a loved one as the end comes, and I'm forever grateful to have been there when the end came for Dad. A few hectic days followed, mostly involving legal documents and such. Tonight, my wife, son, and I went to see a ballet and returned to find our cat of 17 years dead on his blanket. I'm one of those "pets are family to...

After several years on a Chromebook, I've made a return to Linux. Truth is, I'm on a Chromebook that now runs Linux. Support for my Lenovo reached End Of Life a year or so ago, meaning it no longer received security updates. It also seemed a bit slow compared to earlier times, and so the research began. I knew I wanted a Debian-based distro but it had to be lightweight enough to run on the Chromebook's modest hardware. After consideration, PeppermintOS was chosen. Installation was a bit of an adventure, as I had to take the 'book apart and remove an internal screw to disable Write Protect in order to install an alternate operating system. Once the hardware hack was complete, it was time to test with a live session, which went well. Time to install. Installation was a nonevent. PeppermintOS is fast, light, and actually runs better than ChromeOS. As with all things Linux, I have access to programs far beyond those offered by the ChromeOS platform. My favorite is Gn...

Our winter in the South has been an odd one. A short spell of below freezing temps early on, followed by spring-like conditions for the majority of days, and now, in mid March, more below freezing temps. Luckily, we've had no snow this year, which happens to be the 30th anniversary of blizzard that struck the Deep South in 1993. Southern California, however, has received snow much like we did three decades ago. People stuck in their homes due to the snow experienced the same lack of preparedness I did. No food, downed power lines, inability to drive. Pardon me while I have a panic attack as I recall the experience. This event effected me profoundly and the ramifications continue to this day, one of which is prepping. I'm not a doomsday prepper (if SHTF and it's TEOTWAWKI, I'll be damned if I'm going to hang on as long as possible in that situation) but I do keep a small supply of food, water, flashlights, etc. We're more likely to lose power in a thunderstor...

  It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. - J. Krishnamurti

It takes wisdom to know what we don't know. - Jack Bogle

 After eight months at the local health care facility, I have returned to the printing industry, to whose siren song I am seemingly defenseless. It was hard to leave my position in Medical Records but it was the right move. I've settled back in at my old job.  With my old employer. At my old desk.  Say it with me: time is a flat circle.  As told in  this post , I left my previous/now-current employer in late 2020 to return to a previous employer, one I'd left in 2008 with no plan or prospects. The company collapsed in 2021, leaving me with no plan or prospects. I took a job in Chattanooga, off of Highway 153, for a short time, just as I did in 2008 before accepting a position with the healthcare facility, which I left to begin work with my previous/now current employer in 2012.  It doesn't take a statistician or mystic to see patterns repeating as this one clearly is. The events of 2007-2008 repeated in 2021-2022. However, this exact pattern is unlikely to ...

  Just your typical 1970s Lou Reed night out I know what you're thinking, that Holder guy and his reviews of old records again. But hear me out; this is a great album.  Recorded at the Bottom Line and released in 1978, the double-album captures Reed at his sarcastic, shit-talking best, talking to the crowd, the band, roadies, even himself at times. Rather than sing "Walk On The Wild Side," which Reed admits is a song he's become bored with, he tells the story of how the song came to be written, shedding light on the Warhol Superstars mentioned throughout.  "Coney Island Baby" has always been one of my favorite songs. The studio version of the song showed Reed at his subtle best. The Take No Prisoners version is anything but subtle, with wailing saxophone, sultry background vocals, and a thundering chorus transforms the piece from a song to an experience.  Take No Prisoners is an intense, honest, even funny album. It captures Reed at an interesting time, afte...

 Spring is arriving in the Deep South, with four seasons in one day weather, storms, and all the usual stuff. With Spring comes rockhounding weather, and the family and I went on our first dig a few weeks ago.  The location was a rock quarry in the town on Summerville, Georgia. The event was hosted by the Georgia Mineral Society and a group from Alabama. We'd had rain a few days before but the weather was perfect on the day of the event, starting with a cool morning and warming into the afternoon. Of course, the North Georgia clay that is predominant in this area held much of the rainwater so everyone ended their day a bit muddy and sticky but it was well worth it.  Summerville is home to a type of rock known as the Summerville agate . These rocks are a beauty to behold and are found throughout the area. The quarry is also rich in quartz so a great many of the pieces we brought home have bands of clear white quartz running through them.  It was a great way to kick of...

 I’m pleased to report that I’ve found employment with a local healthcare facility. Coming from a printing background, healthcare may seem an unusual career trajectory, but I’d worked at this same facility some years ago, which perhaps helped to grease the rails to rehiring and foam the runway of the Black Swan event. It’s good to be back. I left 9 years ago and am honestly surprised to be recognized in the hallways and lunch area after so many years away. At first glance, the fact that a healthcare facility took in a manufacturing refugee for the second time seems an unlikely, eyebrow-raising occurrence. Looking a little deeper, it almost feels inevitable. German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche proposed a thought experiment in which he stated “time is a flat circle.” In a nutshell, this statement addresses the cyclical, repetitive nature of life. I seem to have been swept into the current of a particular circle and the event has been fascinating to observe (and quite maddening to ...