{"id":5048,"date":"2021-08-25T01:41:30","date_gmt":"2021-08-24T19:41:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=5048"},"modified":"2021-08-25T01:41:30","modified_gmt":"2021-08-24T19:41:30","slug":"this-is-100-part-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=5048","title":{"rendered":"THIS IS 100, PART ONE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-4430 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/WIN_20210518_14_06_46_Pro-1.jpg\" alt=\"Scott - May 18, 2021\" width=\"257\" height=\"184\" srcset=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/WIN_20210518_14_06_46_Pro-1.jpg 599w, http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/WIN_20210518_14_06_46_Pro-1-300x215.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 257px) 100vw, 257px\" \/> \u00a0\u00a0 <strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">Well, it happened again.\u00a0 Another milestone snuck up on me.\u00a0 No, it&#8217;s not my birthday.\u00a0 It&#8217;s also not my wife&#8217;s birthday which is this Saturday and yes, before anyone asks, I&#8217;m already prepared for that.\u00a0 The milestone I&#8217;m talking about is my 100th blahg.\u00a0 If you checked out my first blahg of this year,\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=4029\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">THE FALSE DUCKS VIDEO BLAHG #4: OH, DIDN\u2019T I RAMBLE<\/a>, I mentioned that it was possible to complete the 100th blahg sometime in September if I doubled down and started writing two blahgs a month.\u00a0 I did that but I still came out ahead.\u00a0 I guess I didn&#8217;t count correctly back in January.\u00a0 Don&#8217;t worry, I know how to count and I&#8217;m not stupid enough to count out the corresponding number of candles for my wife&#8217;s birthday cake and then put them on there.\u00a0 I want to stay happily married.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">\u00a0 \u00a0The first blahg that I wrote was\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=5\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">THE BLAHG &amp; THE MOST HAPPY SOUND<\/a>, which I published on October 2nd, in 2011.\u00a0 I reached the 50 blahg mark on December 12th, 2015.\u00a0 Here&#8217;s what I said back then about reaching the 50 blahg mark:\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<h4><em><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">Fifty blahgs in 4 years?\u00a0 I&#8217;m sure that&#8217;s not a record to boast about.\u00a0 I remember when I started this blahg that I had high ambitions.\u00a0 I deluded myself into thinking I could write two blahgs a week.\u00a0 I then amended that goal to write 50 blahgs before I turned 50.\u00a0 I turned 50 in September of 2012.\u00a0 I guess I missed that goal as well.\u00a0 To tell the truth, I&#8217;m just glad that I&#8217;m still writing; even if I don&#8217;t know if anyone is reading.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">I know for a fact that someone is reading because in the past few months I&#8217;ve been contacted about two different blahgs.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t want to talk about those because there&#8217;s a big project in the works and I&#8217;m hoping to be a part of it.\u00a0 More, hopefully, on that later.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">\u00a0 \u00a0So, 100 hunh?\u00a0 What do I write about to commemorate that triple digit accomplishment?\u00a0 When I wrote the 50th blahg, it was long enough that I had to split it into two blahgs:\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=712\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">THIS IS 50, PART ONE.<\/a>\u00a0 and\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=768\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">THIS IS 50, PART TWO<\/a>, I reviewed a number of topics I had covered in the first 49 and then added a few.\u00a0 It took me just over four years to reach the 50 mark and it&#8217;s taken just over five and a half years to get to 100.\u00a0 That&#8217;s almost ten years cumulatively to get to this point.\u00a0 If anyone is asking, I guess I&#8217;ve strove for quality and not quantity.\u00a0 I think this blahg should be another retrospective of this second set of 50 blahgs.\u00a0 Of course, I&#8217;ll leave off number 51 because that was\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=768\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">THIS IS 50, PART TWO<\/a> and was a summary of the previous 49 or 50.\u00a0 So let&#8217;s see how I do encapsulating the past blahgs in so many words.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">51.\u00a0 <em>This is 50, Part Two.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.noozhawk.com\/images\/made\/images\/uploads\/072720-dc-TrumpTsunami236916_750_2400_1648_80_s_c1.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/www.noozhawk.com\/images\/made\/images\/uploads\/072720-dc-TrumpTsunami236916_750_2400_1648_80_s_c1.jpg\" alt=\"Donald Trump being hit by a wave\" width=\"303\" height=\"208\" \/><\/a><\/em>I said I wasn&#8217;t going to look back on that one but I did add a few extra topics to round that one out.\u00a0 One of those was <em>&#8220;Donald Trump&#8221;.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>Little did we know that five and half years later we would finally be rid of him.\u00a0 Let&#8217;s hope, like Covid 19, we don&#8217;t see a second wave of him.\u00a0 If there is a big new wave then hopefully he&#8217;s standing in front of it.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">52.\u00a0 <em>The Balancing Act.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>I had started a new job and was trying to balance a work and home life.\u00a0 I wasn&#8217;t doing so well.\u00a0 I was letting my wife pick up my slack.\u00a0 I hope I&#8217;ve done better since then.\u00a0 Ask me again after her Birthday.\u00a0 At least I wrote a new poem for it, <em>&#8220;the balancing act&#8221;:<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>the balancing act<\/em><\/strong><\/h4>\n<h4><em>take a boy in a tree<\/em><br \/>\n<em>legs akimbo<\/em><br \/>\n<em>aware of sky and ground<\/em><br \/>\n<em>trying to be somewhere in the middle<\/em><br \/>\n<em>years pass<\/em><br \/>\n<em>boy becomes older<\/em><br \/>\n<em>bigger<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe taller<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe just bigger around the middle<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe married<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe children<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe job<\/em><br \/>\n<em>trying to stay balanced<\/em><br \/>\n<em>on his limb<\/em><br \/>\n<em>his own limbs flying<\/em><br \/>\n<em>flying objects in the air<\/em><br \/>\n<em>trying not to let anyone or anything<\/em><br \/>\n<em>come crashing down<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>there\u2019s no prize to keep your eyes on<\/em><br \/>\n<em>you can\u2019t look away<\/em><br \/>\n<em>or everything falls away<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe steal a glance here or there<\/em><br \/>\n<em>at other boys in the tree<\/em><br \/>\n<em>more likely other girls<\/em><br \/>\n<em>but don\u2019t let anyone catch you looking<\/em><br \/>\n<em>certainly not the wife<\/em><br \/>\n<em>sometimes you get a glimpse<\/em><br \/>\n<em>of another part of the tree<\/em><br \/>\n<em>the branch not taken<\/em><br \/>\n<em>and you wonder<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>and in that instance<\/em><br \/>\n<em>you drop something<\/em><br \/>\n<em>your guard<\/em><br \/>\n<em>your focus<\/em><br \/>\n<em>and you shift<\/em><br \/>\n<em>direction maybe<\/em><br \/>\n<em>weight to another foot<\/em><br \/>\n<em>and you pick up someone else\u2019s load<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe that parent<\/em><br \/>\n<em>who climbed up after you<\/em><br \/>\n<em>and now there\u2019s things on your shoulders<\/em><br \/>\n<em>more to bear<\/em><br \/>\n<em>bear down<\/em><br \/>\n<em>stay centered<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>some boys jump<\/em><br \/>\n<em>walk way<\/em><br \/>\n<em>from the jumble around the trunk<\/em><br \/>\n<em>see the brass ring<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe a selfish one<\/em><br \/>\n<em>a way down<\/em><br \/>\n<em>hide among the bushes<\/em><br \/>\n<em>and be someone else<\/em><br \/>\n<em>another boy<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>can\u2019t be that way<\/em><br \/>\n<em>this boy\u2019s staked a spot<\/em><br \/>\n<em>defend it<\/em><br \/>\n<em>cherish it<\/em><br \/>\n<em>wave off birds<\/em><br \/>\n<em>other intruders<\/em><br \/>\n<em>other boys<\/em><br \/>\n<em>those other girls glimpsed from a distance<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>the balls are still in the air<\/em><br \/>\n<em>plates spinning<\/em><br \/>\n<em>head erect<\/em><br \/>\n<em>eyes forward<\/em><br \/>\n<em>no longer balancing<\/em><br \/>\n<em>part of the tree<\/em><br \/>\n<em>maybe the tree<\/em><br \/>\n<em>rooted<\/em><br \/>\n<em>beckoning to the other boys<\/em><br \/>\n<em>catching their kites<\/em><br \/>\n<em>so they have to come nearer<\/em><br \/>\n<em>see this boy\u2019s foliage<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>reaching out<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>calling out<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>climb up<\/em><br \/>\n<em>climb up<\/em><\/h4>\n<h4><em>stay awhile<\/em><\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">53.\u00a0<em> It&#8217;s Never Too Late.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>I finally got the Micronauts Rocket Tubes I always wanted.\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/microglide-279x300.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/microglide-279x300.jpg\" alt=\"Sears Canada Version\" width=\"279\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a>That was in early 2016.\u00a0 I haven&#8217;t pulled them out since.\u00a0 I guess I didn&#8217;t want it all the much.\u00a0 Still, there&#8217;s the Canadian version from Sears that had the gliders.\u00a0 I&#8217;d really like that.\u00a0 Maybe it&#8217;s still not too late.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">54.\u00a0 <em>If I&#8217;d Be A Superman.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>I&#8217;ve always had a fascination with Superman.\u00a0 That blahg was not inspired by the film \u201cBatman V. Superman, Dawn of Justice&#8221; which came out around the same time as that blahg.\u00a0 Nor is this blahg inspired by &#8220;Justice League &#8211; The Zack Snyder Cut.&#8221;\u00a0 Earlier this year I watched the 2015 documentary, &#8220;The Death of &#8220;Superman Lives&#8221;: What Happened?&#8221;\u00a0 Fascinating story of what might have happened if Nicholas Cage and Tim Burton had got together to make a Superman film.\u00a0 Unlike my last blahg, it&#8217;s far too late for that project.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">55.\u00a0 <em>A Class Act.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>That blahg was primarily about my experience with the band &#8220;I Fight Dragons&#8221; and trying to purchase some of their music for my daughter Abbie.\u00a0 Their lead singer Brian emailed me personally and made the transaction happen in time for Abbie&#8217;s birthday.\u00a0 Later this year, &#8220;I Fight Dragons&#8221; will release a new album &#8220;<i>Side Quest: B-Sides And Rarities.&#8221;\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0You can bet I&#8217;ll get that for my daughter&#8217;s birthday unless she buys it first.\u00a0 She&#8217;s still waiting for them to do a concert in Toronto but she&#8217;s still waiting on that.\u00a0 It might happen.\u00a0 It&#8217;s never too late.\u00a0 Sorry, I just had to put that in.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">56.\u00a0 R.I.P. Jerry Lewis 2017.\u00a0 Jerry Lewis also had a blahg in the first 50,\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=19\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">I SHINED JERRY LEWIS\u2019 SHOE<\/a>.\u00a0 This second blahg was another homage to a great comedian.\u00a0 We are lucky that a few more of his films have been released since his passing in 2017.\u00a0 <strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">In 2013, Jerry Lewis starred in the film &#8220;Max Rose&#8221;. \u00a0It has yet to be released on DVD in North America. \u00a0Here&#8217;s a trailer: \u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/bLusiCTl30c?ecver=1\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">Come on people, RELEASE &#8220;MAX ROSE&#8221;!\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">57.\u00a0 <em>Bridge City Again, Pirates, And Happy Birthday To Canada!\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>It was Canada&#8217;s 150th Birthday in 2017 but the focus of that blahg was more about the music; specifically The Bridge City Dixieland Jazz Band and the Pat Riccio Quartet.\u00a0 Neither of those bands played together but it would have been truly thrilling if they had.\u00a0 Tom Caldwell, son of Bob Caldwell, the leader of The Bridge City Dixieland Jazz Band had read one of my blahgs where I had mentioned the band and he reached out to let me know how much Bob had enjoyed knowing there was someone still listening to the band.\u00a0 Bridge City only put out one album with 10 tracks but Tom Caldwell sent me a homemade CD of 21 tracks from the Band.\u00a0 Here&#8217;s one of those extra tracks, &#8220;Hindustan&#8221;:\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-5048-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/Hindustan-BCDJB.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/Hindustan-BCDJB.mp3\">http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/Hindustan-BCDJB.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">Another portion of that blahg was dedicated to the Pat Riccio Quartet and I posted a YouTube video of them performing in the 1960s.\u00a0 It deserves to be reposted:\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/u94ClhfihBs\" width=\"450\" height=\"350\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><span data-mce-type=\"bookmark\" style=\"display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;\" class=\"mce_SELRES_start\">\ufeff<\/span><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">58.\u00a0 <em>Happy Birthday To Me, 2017.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>I had an accident around my 55th Birthday.\u00a0 I had been riding my daughter&#8217;s scooter and wiped out.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t want to dwell on that.\u00a0 The last half of that blahg presented some tracks from a newly acquired copy of the album &#8220;The Pat Riccio Quartet Featuring Teddy Wilson\u201d put out by Canadian Talent Library.\u00a0 Someone has posted the entire album on YouTube.\u00a0 You have to give this one a listen:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/3NRU-q0DxnE\" width=\"450\" height=\"350\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><span data-mce-type=\"bookmark\" style=\"display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;\" class=\"mce_SELRES_start\">\ufeff<\/span><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">By the way, my Birthday is next month on September 23rd.\u00a0 I think I&#8217;ll avoid any scooter rides.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">59.\u00a0 <em>Celebrating Paul Quarrington.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>A great writer and a great musician who died too soon.\u00a0 He is missed.\u00a0 Back to YouTube for another tribute.\u00a0 I sing this song sometimes when I talk about my old body.\u00a0 It&#8217;s &#8220;This Old Body&#8221; by Paul Quarrington:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Bfj1hqdQaAw\" width=\"450\" height=\"350\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><span data-mce-type=\"bookmark\" style=\"display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;\" class=\"mce_SELRES_start\">\ufeff<\/span><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">60.\u00a0 B<em>eing Sick On Christmas Is No Fun.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>True story.\u00a0 I was incredibly sick on Christmas Day 2017.\u00a0 I had to break my previous 55 year record of not going to the hospital on Christmas Day.\u00a0 Lots of meds and days of rest took away the worst sore throat I ever had.\u00a0 I lost Christmas that year.\u00a0 Last year we had to scale back Christmas due to Covid 19 and my daughter Emily and her husband Charlie couldn&#8217;t be with us.\u00a0 I&#8217;m hoping everyone will be home for Christmas this year.\u00a0 I think I&#8217;ll have to double down on the Fireworks for this year.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">61.\u00a0 <em>Goodbye 2017, The Year That Tried To Kill Me.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>It didn&#8217;t.\u00a0 There was that scooter accident and being sick on Christmas.\u00a0 There was also a strange back pain that sent me to a chiropractor.\u00a0 I&#8217;ve had worse since then.\u00a0 Did I mention that I fell and hurt my neck two weekends ago and was in the hospital overnight?\u00a0 I guess that story&#8217;s for another blahg.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">62.\u00a0 <em>A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Election.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>That was about the spring 2018 provincial election.\u00a0 Little did I know that Doug Ford would be elected Premier.\u00a0 When pigs fly or a cold day in July.\u00a0 Put on your parkas and watch the skies.\u00a0 Next year we vote him out.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">63.\u00a0 <em>Have You Read Any Good Books Lately?\u00a0 <\/em>Yes, I have.\u00a0 I won&#8217;t review the books again that I reviewed back then.\u00a0 Instead, I&#8217;ll mention two that I recently read, &#8220;The Bigger They Come&#8221; and &#8220;The Knife Slipped&#8221; by Erle Stanley Gardner writing as A.A. Fair.\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/91kPfFzR7cL.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/91kPfFzR7cL.jpg\" alt=\"The Bigger The Come paperback\" width=\"229\" height=\"335\" \/><\/a>Gardner is famous for creating and writing about Perry Mason.\u00a0 Cool and Lam is a fictional American private detective firm run by Bertha Cool with Donald Lam as her main operative.\u00a0 Gardner published 29 books in the series from 1939 to 1970.\u00a0 I first became interested in the Cool and Lam series due to my interest in Frank Sinatra.\u00a0 The second book in the series &#8220;Turn On the Heat&#8221; was adapted for the June 23, 1946, broadcast of Hour of Mystery with Frank Sinatra as the first actor to portray Donald Lam.\u00a0 Unfortunately that broadcast does not appear to circulate.\u00a0 I always thought about reading the book from the series, &#8220;Turn On The Heat&#8221;, that the broadcast was based on.\u00a0 That meant starting with the first book, which you can see to the left, &#8220;The Bigger They Come.&#8221;\u00a0 I thoroughly enjoyed it.\u00a0 It&#8217;s the late 1930s into the 1940s gritty detective novel.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">\u00a0\u00a0 I was then going to turn my attention to &#8220;Turn On The Heat&#8221; which was the second published book in the series.\u00a0 I discovered, however, that this wasn&#8217;t the second book written in the series because Gardner had written <a href=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/514kbvRhRSL._SX311_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/514kbvRhRSL._SX311_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg\" alt=\"The Knife Slipped paperback\" width=\"195\" height=\"311\" \/><\/a>&#8220;The Knife Slipped&#8221; after &#8220;The Bigger They Come.&#8221;\u00a0 Here&#8217;s what Wikipedia says about it:\u00a0 &#8220;<em>Originally written to be the second book in the Cool and Lam series but rejected by Gardner&#8217;s publisher, The Knife Slipped was found among Gardner&#8217;s papers and published for the first time in 2016.&#8221;\u00a0 <\/em><span class=\"a-list-item\"><span class=\"a-text-bold\"> \u200e <\/span> Hard Case Crime<\/span> published &#8220;The Knife Slipped&#8221; and after reading it, and enjoying it even more than &#8220;The Bigger They Come&#8221;, I was drawn back in again to that gritty thirties Los Angeles noir.\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/51L1zQIGkWL._SY264_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_ML2_.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/51L1zQIGkWL._SY264_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_ML2_.jpg\" alt=\"Turn On The Heat\" width=\"180\" height=\"287\" \/><\/a>Hard Case Crime also republished &#8220;Turn On The Heat&#8221; and that&#8217;s the copy I have to read next.\u00a0 I took a bit of a break after reading the first two because I already know the basic plot of &#8220;Turn On The Heat.&#8221;\u00a0 In 1958 there was a pilot filmed for a &#8220;Cool and Lam&#8221; TV series and the plot of the pilot was taken from &#8220;Turn On The Heat.&#8221;\u00a0 I&#8217;ve watched the pilot but I&#8217;ll get around to reading the book.\u00a0 Below is that pilot for what could have been a fascinating series.\u00a0 I still think Cool and Lam would be a good TV or movie series.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oydwZ_ehT2w\" width=\"450\" height=\"350\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><span style=\"display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;\" data-mce-type=\"bookmark\" class=\"mce_SELRES_start\">\ufeff<\/span><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">64. <em>What Happened To Mr. Henderson?\u00a0 <\/em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.falseducks.com\/theblahg\/images\/dad2015.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/www.falseducks.com\/theblahg\/images\/dad2015.jpg\" alt=\"George Henderson in 2015\" width=\"178\" height=\"237\" \/><\/a>Pass.\u00a0 That was the start of my Dad&#8217;s health problems and a battle with Belleville General Hospital\u00a0 Dad died as a result of their negligence.\u00a0 To the left, is a picture of my Father in 2015 when he had better care from that hospital.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">65.\u00a0<em> &#8220;16 Inches Of Trouble&#8221; Or &#8220;Like Father Like Son&#8221;.\u00a0 <\/em>This was one I enjoyed writing.\u00a0 It was about purchasing a 16 inch transcription record of Frank Sinatra and learning how to eventually play it and record it.\u00a0 You should read the whole blahg, <a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=1181\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u201c16 INCHES OF TROUBLE\u201d OR \u201cLIKE FATHER LIKE SON\u201d<\/a>, because it explains everything step by step.\u00a0 If you just want the introduction and then the finished solution, check out the two videos below.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/H8aUO4TKNWs\" width=\"450\" height=\"350\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><span style=\"display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;\" data-mce-type=\"bookmark\" class=\"mce_SELRES_start\">\ufeff<\/span><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oTOKyRVvVBs\" width=\"450\" height=\"350\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><span style=\"display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;\" data-mce-type=\"bookmark\" class=\"mce_SELRES_start\">\ufeff<\/span><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">In the last part of the blahg, the &#8220;Like Son&#8221; refers to my son Noah and his fascination and continued career in producing videos about analog film technology through Super 8mm, 35mm photo, and Polaroid instant film and into other forgotten film technologies.\u00a0 You can check out his YouTube channel here at <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/channel\/UCL9A6v7YSOOVXwCpao6Bszg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/channel\/UCL9A6v7YSOOVXwCpao6Bszg<\/a>.\u00a0 You can also find links to sponsor him at Patreon.\u00a0 I make a cameo or two.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">66.\u00a0 <em>The Jazz Band That Wasn&#8217;t&#8230;But Was!\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/reofront-300x300.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/reofront-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"Dixieland played by the Left Bank Bearcats\" width=\"160\" height=\"160\" \/><\/a><\/em>This is also another of my post 50 blahgs that I really like.\u00a0 It&#8217;s all about The Left Bank Bearcats who were a\u00a0 mysterious french band doing New Orleans style <a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/cohan-300x300.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/cohan-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"The Left Bank Bearcats Take George M. Cohan to Dixieland\" width=\"159\" height=\"159\" \/><\/a>jazz recorded after hours at the Maison Diabolique in Paris.\u00a0 The truth was the albums actually were recorded in Philadelphia by American musicians.\u00a0 The <a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/Hi-Fi-Front-296x300.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/Hi-Fi-Front-296x300.jpg\" alt=\"The Left Bank Bearcats in Hi-Fi!\" width=\"161\" height=\"163\" \/><\/a>three albums were <em>Dixieland played by the Left Bank Bearcats<\/em>,<em> The Left Bank Bearcats Take George M. Cohan to Dixieland<\/em>, and <em>The Left Bank Bearcats in \u2018Stereo\u2019<\/em> (or <em>The Left Bank Bearcats in &#8220;Hi-Fi&#8221;<\/em> depending on what edition you had).\u00a0 I had found <em>Dixieland played by the Left Bank Bearcats<\/em> at a thrift store and that&#8217;s what started me into researching the band.\u00a0 It&#8217;s a fascinating story and in the blahg, <a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=1224\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">THE JAZZ BAND THAT WASN\u2019T\u2026BUT WAS!<\/a> you can find more information and links to download all three albums.\u00a0 Here&#8217;s the first song from that first album, &#8220;Monsieur Redwing&#8221; and it&#8217;s a swinger:<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-5048-2\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/MonsieurRedwing-LBBC.mp3?_=2\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/MonsieurRedwing-LBBC.mp3\">http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/MonsieurRedwing-LBBC.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">67. <em>Some Christmas Stories.\u00a0 <\/em>If you can&#8217;t figure out what that blahg is about by the title then maybe I shouldn&#8217;t tell you.\u00a0 Okay, twist my arm, I&#8217;ll tell you.\u00a0 For the past number of years I&#8217;ve written a new Christmas story.\u00a0 From that blahg, and from my Christmas collection &#8220;Proof For Believing&#8221;, here&#8217;s &#8220;Billy Built A Robot Christmas Morning.\u201d\u00a0 I wrote this around 2005 and the reason I posted it in the\u00a0 <em>Some Christmas Stories <\/em>blahg was because I was thinking about writing a sequel Christmas story about Billy and what happened to him when he got older.\u00a0 I did write that sequel but I&#8217;ll get to that later.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">Billy Built A Robot Christmas Morning<\/h4>\n<h4>The first thing Billy did was to build a robot.\u00a0 Well, that wasn\u2019t exactly true.\u00a0 The first thing Billy did was to wake up Christmas morning, open all of his presents, and express his extreme dissatisfaction at not getting the Grim Reaper 4 video game.<\/h4>\n<h4>\u201cIt\u2019s too violent,\u201d his parents said.\u00a0 \u201cYou need something educational,\u201d said his mother, \u201cnot something that\u2019s all about killing and destroying stuff.\u201d<\/h4>\n<h4>So Billy built a robot.\u00a0 At first it was difficult.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t grasp all of the principles of building the robot.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t understand how to connect certain elements or to build a self-contained renewable energy pack to power the robot.\u00a0 And then there were the principles of motor control and incorporating a simulated brain with cognitive features allowing it to understand and carry out specified instructions.\u00a0 What did Billy know about any of these things?\u00a0 He was only ten.<\/h4>\n<h4>So Billy used the Internet.\u00a0 There were numerous websites explaining certain codes and how to enable certain features.\u00a0 He even went to a chat room and talked for an hour with a guy in Canada who had managed to build a fleet of robots capable of recreating other robots in their own image.\u00a0 \u201cRobots who built robots,\u201d Billy thought.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s cool.\u201d<\/h4>\n<h4>It took quite some time for Billy to build his own Robot but when it was completed he was very pleased with himself.\u00a0 This Robot would be better than any others he had researched.\u00a0 It would obey only Billy and do his bidding.<\/h4>\n<h4>So Billy set the Robot loose.\u00a0 At first it fumbled around and crashed through a few walls.\u00a0 It was bulky and its weight was considerable enough to cause extensive damage wherever it went.\u00a0 \u201cCool,\u201d Billy exclaimed.<\/h4>\n<h4>Then Billy maneuvered the Robot down the street and had it smash a few cars.\u00a0 People ran in terror when they saw the Robot.\u00a0 Billy didn\u2019t care about the people.\u00a0 He could hurt them if he wanted too.\u00a0 He had learned from the Internet how to bi-pass certain inhibitors that would normally prevent the Robot from causing harm or even damaging things like walls and cars.\u00a0 But Billy would not allow his Robot to hurt any people.\u00a0 His parents wouldn\u2019t like that.\u00a0 But eating cars and smashing buildings was cool and nobody got hurt.<\/h4>\n<h4>Billy wasn\u2019t sure what he should really do with his Robot.\u00a0 After a while he got bored of just having the Robot walk around and destroy things.\u00a0 He could try and build other robots like that guy in Canada but then what do you do with a bunch of robots other than having them destroy more stuff?<\/h4>\n<h4>So Billy set his thoughts on world domination.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t think about his parents anymore and he hardly even thought about Grim Reaper 4.\u00a0 This Robot thing was way cooler.<\/h4>\n<h4>So time passed and Billy built more robots and appointed his first Robot as their leader.\u00a0 But they all followed Billy\u2019s commands.\u00a0 At first they just all walked around destroying stuff but Billy soon commanded them to destroy only really important stuff so that the people would all be really scared of the robots.\u00a0 Sometimes some people shot at the robots but Billy had learned the trick to making his robots invincible.\u00a0 This just made the people angrier and they shot more stuff at the robots and there were explosions and things that made Billy more excited.<\/h4>\n<h4>Eventually the robots destroyed all of the cities and the people followed the robots through the countryside.\u00a0 Some of them still shot stuff at the robots but most just followed the robots because there was nothing else to do.<\/h4>\n<h4>The Robot that Billy built first always walked in the front. \u00a0He was the biggest.\u00a0 Billy had made some changes to him and had given him laser eyes so he could destroy buildings and stuff from a distance.\u00a0 Some of the other robots looked just like the first Robot but they could do different things.\u00a0 Some had saw blades for hands and others had cannons in their chests.\u00a0 There was this one robot that Billy really thought was cool that had treads on the bottom of its feet so it could run through forests and destroy trees and stuff.<\/h4>\n<h4>Eventually with all of the cities destroyed, there was nothing much left to do but to set up a post from where he could rule the world.\u00a0 That was easy.\u00a0 First he found a city that was all surrounded by water and he had the robots destroy all of the bridges.\u00a0 Then Billy had the robots build a fortress.\u00a0 That was cool.\u00a0 The robots kept anybody from going in there that weren\u2019t robots.<\/h4>\n<h4>All of the people who were on this new island city ran around and screamed and stuff but Billy didn\u2019t care.\u00a0 He looked over this new island and thought this is probably the best spot where no one could hurt his robots.\u00a0 He could hear the people all yelling and stuff but he didn\u2019t care.<\/h4>\n<h4>\u201cBilly!\u201d\u00a0 Billy could hear one of the people calling his name.\u00a0 Why would someone be shouting his name?<\/h4>\n<h4>\u201cBilly!\u201d\u00a0 Billy vaguely recognized the voice.\u00a0 He hadn\u2019t heard it in a while but he was sure it was his mother\u2019s voice.<\/h4>\n<h4>\u201cBilly!\u201d\u00a0 Billy turned about looking for the source of the voice.<\/h4>\n<h4>\u201cBilly, shut off that robot video game.\u00a0 You\u2019ve been playing it all day.\u00a0 Now shut it off and come to Christmas dinner.<\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">The End<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">68.\u00a0 <em>Another Christmas Memory.\u00a0 <\/em>This one was dedicated to the first time I heard Frank Sinatra&#8217;s 1991 version of &#8220;Silent Night&#8221;.\u00a0 It was probably ten\u00a0 years ago and I was driving and listening to Warm 101.3 FM out of Syracuse, NY.\u00a0 They play Christmas all throughout the month of December and it\u2019s a good way to get into the holiday spirit. I was aware that there was a version of \u201cSilent Night\u201d recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1991 and I didn\u2019t have it.\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/img.discogs.com\/ewUof2q1oeoa_BlwaFxxIgfJYX4=\/fit-in\/300x300\/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)\/discogs-images\/R-12784560-1541885247-7750.jpeg.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/img.discogs.com\/ewUof2q1oeoa_BlwaFxxIgfJYX4=\/fit-in\/300x300\/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)\/discogs-images\/R-12784560-1541885247-7750.jpeg.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a>I had never heard it before because it had been released in 1991 on an obscure CD called \u201cThe Christmas Album\u2026A Gift of Hope\u201d.\u00a0 Well, sure enough, Warm 101.3 played it and I was amazed by the vocal.\u00a0 It was the elder Sinatra backed by Frank Sinatra Jr. on piano and a choir.\u00a0 A failing voice that was tender and cracked but with emotion that almost made me cry.\u00a0 Give it a listen:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-5048-3\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/fssn1.mp3?_=3\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/fssn1.mp3\">http:\/\/www.falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/fssn1.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">\u00a0\u00a0 There was another version recorded on the same day in 1991 with just Bill Miller on the piano.\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/514VQ37PP5L.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/514VQ37PP5L.jpg\" alt=\"The Frank Sinatra Christmas Collection\" width=\"267\" height=\"265\" \/><\/a>It would not be released until 2004 when it was a bonus track on \u201cThe Frank Sinatra Christmas Collection\u201d.\u00a0 Thirteen years between releases?\u00a0 Of course, Sinatra had died by then, back in 1998, but we at least had an alternate take on the last song he ever recorded.\u00a0 Here\u2019s that version of Sinatra singing \u201cSilent Night\u201d backed by Bill Miller:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-5048-4\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/fssn2.mp3?_=4\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/fssn2.mp3\">http:\/\/www.falseducks.com\/theblahg\/audiofiles\/fssn2.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\"> Two Christmas songs on a hot day in August of 2021? Only here folks!\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">69. <em>Welcome 2019&#8230;I&#8217;m Ready For You!\u00a0 <\/em>I wasn&#8217;t.\u00a0 I had been lamenting some of my struggles in 2018 and was looking forward to 2019 being a better year.\u00a0 I did the Polar Dip for the first time that year.\u00a0 Unfortunately my Dad died two weeks later.\u00a0 I wasn&#8217;t ready for that at all.\u00a0 The only good thing to say about this blahg, was that I finished the sequel to &#8220;Billy Built A Robot Christmas Morning&#8221; and the sequel had its debut in this blahg:<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>BILLY\u2019S BEST WORST CHRISTMAS EVER<\/p>\n<p>This is the story of Billy but it\u2019s not really his first story.\u00a0 Let me be clear I\u2019m the author and I\u2019m the one writing this story.\u00a0 I felt I needed to say that because I\u2019m not sure if Billy is a good character or if he\u2019s redeemable or worth redeeming.\u00a0 That\u2019s what this story will determine.<\/p>\n<p>We first met Billy in a story I wrote entitled \u201cBilly Built A Robot Christmas Morning.\u201d\u00a0 I guess he was about nine or ten.\u00a0 I never really gave it any thought.\u00a0 He wasn\u2019t really likeable although I liked the story I wrote.\u00a0 But I\u2019ve been thinking about Billy lately.\u00a0 I got to wondering how he turned out.<\/p>\n<p>I was getting my hair cut not that long ago and I heard two women discussing what you get a 14 year old for Christmas.\u00a0 There were comments about it being a tough age and everything is electronic and gift options were limited.\u00a0 Really?\u00a0 I would think a good swift kick in the pants might be a good option.\u00a0 That last comment, like the good swift kick, should be aimed squarely at Billy.<\/p>\n<p>Let me be clear, I don\u2019t dislike 14 year olds or teenagers in that age range.\u00a0 I don\u2019t even dislike Billy.\u00a0 I just think that all the stories today are about teenagers who get to save the world, as if there weren\u2019t some more suitable older or even senior adults able to do that, or the teens are lost and struggling and you\u2019re not really sure if they\u2019re likeable or capable of redemption.\u00a0 I just would like to know where Billy fits into all of this.\u00a0 He\u2019s going to be 14 in this story and we\u2019ll see what happens.<\/p>\n<p>So, I\u2019m going to give Billy one more chance.\u00a0 He could be a good character but that\u2019s up to him.\u00a0 When you have nothing to lose then you have everything to gain.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t make that up.\u00a0 I\u2019m just remembering that from somewhere.\u00a0 But that fits Billy.\u00a0 Let\u2019s find out.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Billy came home from school on at the start of his Christmas vacation on December 22<sup>nd<\/sup> to find a note pinned to the door of his home:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Billy, we\u2019ve gone away for Christmas and we\u2019ve taken Logan with us.\u00a0 Everything you need is at Grandma at Grandpa Thompson\u2019s.\u00a0 Don\u2019t try the door because it\u2019s locked and we\u2019ve armed the alarm with a new code.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Merry Christmas.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Mom &amp; Dad<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>All Billy could think to say was \u201cthey took Logan?\u201d\u00a0 Logan was his dog.\u00a0 Well, it was more the family dog.\u00a0 Billy had whined long and hard about having a dog and when his parents gave in, like they always did, he got a beagle for no particular occasion.<\/p>\n<p>Billy was good with Logan in the beginning and did his best to feed him and walk him and clean up after him but when that became too much for him, or more to the point Billy lost interest, Mom and Dad provided for Logan.\u00a0 But still, \u201cthey took Logan?\u201d\u00a0 What was that all about?\u00a0 They went away for Christmas and they took the family dog and left Billy behind?<\/p>\n<p>Of course, I could tell you what that was all about.\u00a0 I am the author after all.\u00a0 Simply put, Mom and Dad had had enough\u2026not with caring for Logan but with Billy not caring at all.<\/p>\n<p>Billy tried the door.\u00a0 It was locked.\u00a0 He wondered if he should try his key.\u00a0 Maybe that part about changing the alarm code wasn\u2019t true.\u00a0 He decided against that.\u00a0 No, this seemed all too real but he thought he\u2019d better look around a bit.<\/p>\n<p>Billy pressed his face up against the window in the door.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t see anything.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t dark but his view was only of the entrance hall and there was nothing there.\u00a0 He tried the living room window.\u00a0 Nothing there either.\u00a0 Oh, he could see the Christmas tree and all of the decorations but no sign of Mom and Dad.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis makes no sense,\u201d he said aloud to no one in particular.\u00a0 It really didn\u2019t make any sense as far as he was concerned.\u00a0 Throughout the month of December his parents had been fools about Christmas.\u00a0 The decorations and the lights came out early and the tree went up and the holiday specials annoyed Billy for the whole month.\u00a0 Of course Billy had nothing to do with any of it.\u00a0 He shook his head at all that holiday nonsense.\u00a0 It had been too much for him and he had retreated to the sanctity of his room and his video games.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, you and I can see it plainer than Billy.\u00a0 His Mom and Dad had tried to make a Christmas but Billy didn\u2019t want to be a part of it.\u00a0 He wanted Christmas day and the presents and the dinner and that was it.\u00a0 No wonder Mom and Dad had split with Logan.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat about the presents and the dinner?\u201d\u00a0 Billy was getting good at talking to himself.<\/p>\n<p>Mom had been baking all month and there had been cookies and squares and tarts and all kinds of things that Billy did indulge enjoy.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t help bake anything but he really liked sampling them.\u00a0 He always ignored his mother\u2019s pleas to \u201cleave those alone\u201d or \u201csave some for others\u201d or \u201cyou\u2019ll spoil your dinner.\u201d\u00a0 It was like a game to Billy.\u00a0 He never thought his mother was really upset.\u00a0 That was just what mothers do or say.\u00a0 The truth is that\u2019s what Billys do or say.\u00a0 And Billys never think.\u00a0 But boy was he thinking now.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGrandma and Grandpa\u2019s?\u201d\u00a0 His utterings would have been comical to anyone walking by who heard this all coming from a 14 year old boy with his nose pressed against the living room window of a house that was armed and alarmed by owners who took their dog and left for Christmas and left their son to Grandma and Grandpa.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGrandma and Grandpa\u2019s?\u201d he asked himself again.\u00a0 It was a fate worse than death.\u00a0 They had no internet and no cable television.\u00a0 They had rabbit ears and got three channels and one of those was public broadcasting.\u00a0 Public broadcasting, Billy thought, was for toddlers and old people.\u00a0 He wasn\u2019t any of those.\u00a0 \u201cGreat, more Christmas specials,\u201d he said to the window.\u00a0 Billy thought that with his parents gone he\u2019d at least dodge that bullet.\u00a0 He called that wrong.<\/p>\n<p>Grandma and Grandpa\u2019s house was on the other side of town.\u00a0 It was a long walk and it would not help much with Billy\u2019s mood.\u00a0 Maybe they\u2019d be gone too.\u00a0 Maybe there\u2019d be another note pinned to the door passing him on to other relatives until he came full circle back to his own home and it would all have been a cruel joke and his parents with Logan would be there to greet him.<\/p>\n<p>No such luck.\u00a0 Grandma and Grandpa were home.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour parents dropped off what they thought you needed.\u00a0 We put everything up in the spare room,\u201d Grandma said.\u00a0 \u201cOh, and they left this note.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Great, another note, Billy thought.\u00a0 Here\u2019s where the gag would be revealed and they\u2019d all have a good laugh\u2026at his expense.\u00a0 Again, no such luck.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Billy, listen to Grandma and Grandpa.\u00a0 Their house, their rules.\u00a0 We have left you no electronics.\u00a0 Don\u2019t even try your phone.\u00a0 We\u2019ve cancelled your plan.\u00a0 No texts, no data, no calls.\u00a0 Don\u2019t forget to wear your boots.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Merry Christmas.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Mom &amp; Dad<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Billy reeled with the horror.\u00a0 He tried his phone.\u00a0 Nothing worked.\u00a0 Emergency Service only.\u00a0 Would 911 consider his plight an emergency?\u00a0 He dashed up the stairs to the spare room.\u00a0 The note didn\u2019t lie.\u00a0 There were no electronics.\u00a0 No game consoles.\u00a0 No hand-held game systems.\u00a0 No tablet, no laptop.\u00a0 But there were boots.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not wearing those,\u201d he said to the room.\u00a0 Surprisingly, the room didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n<p>The next day, Billy wore the boots.<\/p>\n<p>It had been a rough night.\u00a0 He had pressed Grandma and Grandpa for answers but they gave none.\u00a0 All they would say was that he was there for Christmas and they\u2019d see about New Year\u2019s.\u00a0 Nothing about Mom and Dad and Logan and his cancelled Christmas.\u00a0 Nothing about the presents and the dinner.\u00a0 Nothing about anything.\u00a0 He had hid out in the room.\u00a0 The blankets were wool and itched.\u00a0 Oh, and it snowed.<\/p>\n<p>Overnight the landscape had turned to white and Billy\u2019s expensive running shoes were useless.\u00a0 Two feet of snow and climbing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoesn\u2019t beat the seven feet of snow they had in Buffalo a few years ago,\u201d Grandpa said as he shook Billy awake the next morning.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d was all Billy could manage at seven o\u2019clock.\u00a0 His eyes were hardly open and the room was too cold.\u00a0 \u201cWhy do old people always like it so cold\u201d, he thought.\u00a0 He knew better that to at least say that out loud.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShovelling first,\u201d Grandpa went on, \u201cand then Breakfast and then shopping.\u00a0 Get a move on.\u201d\u00a0 Grandpa whipped off the blankets before flipping on the lights and leaving the room.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCould this get any worse?\u201d Billy said to the room.\u00a0 The room was a good listener.\u00a0 It was not much on small talk but it didn\u2019t laugh at him for talking to himself.<\/p>\n<p>Billy struggled out of the bed and into his clothes.\u00a0 At least his parents had provided him with what seemed like enough clothes for a long stay.\u00a0 And he put on the boots and a toque and gloves and a scarf.\u00a0 All provided courtesy of his parents.\u00a0 Bundled that way, no one would recognize him.\u00a0 At least he had his anonymity to cling to if he wanted it\u2026oh and he wanted it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is my grandson, Billy, and he\u2019s going to shovel your driveway.\u00a0 Merry Christmas.\u201d\u00a0 Grandpa didn\u2019t know anything about anonymity.<\/p>\n<p>Not only did Billy have to shovel Grandma and Grandpa\u2019s driveway but they insisted on introducing him to every elderly neighbor on the block and extending them the courtesy of Billy\u2019s free labor.\u00a0 Billy wasn\u2019t one for good deeds but Grandpa kept an eye him until everything was done.\u00a0 Five driveways and aching arms later, it was time for breakfast.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOatmeal, there\u2019s nothing like it on a cold morning,\u201d Grandma said as she spooned out a good sized bowl\u2019s worth.\u00a0 Billy glared at it.\u00a0 There was no sugar.\u00a0 The milk was skim or non-fat or something he\u2019d rather avoid.\u00a0 At least they let him have some coffee.\u00a0 It was too strong.\u00a0 There was no sugar.\u00a0 The milk was skim or non-fat\u2026you get the drift.<\/p>\n<p>This was really shaping up to be an awful holiday for Billy.\u00a0 First, no Christmas and now no sugar and some liquid that passed almost as white water.\u00a0 At least he had the shopping to look forward to.\u00a0 He had some money on him and maybe he could buy himself something to make it all passable.<\/p>\n<p>They drove to the Bulk House.\u00a0 Everything was in bulk.\u00a0 Grandma and Grandpa bought fifty rolls each of paper towels and toilet paper.\u00a0 Oh, but there were vegetables.\u00a0 Billy had to heft a fifty pound sack of potatoes out to the car.\u00a0 That didn\u2019t include the 20 pounds of carrots or the big bag of onions.\u00a0 Billy had to huddle in the back with groceries.\u00a0 Grandpa said his summer tires were in the trunk.<\/p>\n<p>That evening, dinner consisted of fish with, you guessed it, boiled potatoes, carrots, and onions.\u00a0 The evening also consisted of watching a Christmas movie with Grandma and Grandpa.\u00a0 They insisted.\u00a0 It was A Christmas Carol.\u00a0 Of course it would be.\u00a0 This story is about redemption and what better tale happens at Christmas about redemption than Ebenezer Scrooge\u2019s own?\u00a0 I don\u2019t mean to hit the reader over the head with this but I thought that Billy might need some poking.<\/p>\n<p>The next morning, being the day before Christmas, Billy did indeed wake to some poking.\u00a0 It was Grandpa again.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUp and at \u2018em, boy, it snowed another foot in the night.\u00a0 You know the routine.\u00a0 Shoveling first, then breakfast, then shopping.\u201d\u00a0 Grandpa jerked the covers back again before leaving the room.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat time does he even get up?\u201d Billy muttered.\u00a0 Again, the room had no response.<\/p>\n<p>Five more driveways plus Grandma and Grandpa\u2019s.\u00a0 Breakfast was fried potatoes and toast.\u00a0 The margarine was cheap and hard.\u00a0 It tore the toast.\u00a0 Billy flavored his semi-milk with some coffee this time.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t a welcomed change.<\/p>\n<p>Shopping consisted of another trip back to the Bulk House.\u00a0 This time it was just Grandpa and Billy.\u00a0 They did not go inside.\u00a0 Grandpa bought a Christmas tree from the man who sold them at a corner of the parking lot.\u00a0 There was some haggling between Grandpa and the vendor.\u00a0 Billy tried to hide among the pre-cut forest.\u00a0 Apparently this was a ritual for Grandma and Grandpa.\u00a0 They waited until the 24<sup>th<\/sup> before buying their tree.\u00a0 At least Billy didn\u2019t have to suffer that too much.<\/p>\n<p>Billy, however, did suffer. \u00a0He counted his scratches.\u00a0 Guess who had to help lift it on the roof and drag it in the house and crawl underneath the tree and help balance it in the stand until Grandma declared it was perfect?\u00a0 Not Grandpa, I can tell you that.<\/p>\n<p>You know I hate to see anyone suffer; especially at Christmas.\u00a0 I\u2019d like to say I take no joy in seeing my boy Billy suffer but I don\u2019t want to lie to you reader.\u00a0 Billy has to suffer.\u00a0 Without the suffering there\u2019s no motivation for change.\u00a0 After all, haven\u2019t I caused him enough anguish by cancelling his Christmas and packing him off to his Grandparents and then having him break his back with a shovel only to suffer yet another fruitless trip to the Bulk House where he got nothing for himself again except the scrapes he\u2019s now counting?\u00a0 I thought the message of A Christmas Carol would have been plain enough for him.\u00a0 What\u2019s it going to take?<\/p>\n<p>After the tree decorating, Grandpa delighted in beating Billy twice at Cribbage.\u00a0 Billy hadn\u2019t played in years and Grandpa made sure to collect all of the points for himself that Billy missed in error.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour head\u2019s not in the game, boy,\u201d Grandpa stated after the second defeat.\u00a0 At least Billy was only skunked in the second game.\u00a0 The first game had ended in a double skunk with Grandpa declaring that Billy should study harder in school because math obviously wasn\u2019t his strong suit if he couldn\u2019t realize what cards added up to fifteen.<\/p>\n<p>Billy escaped.\u00a0 After the game he wore the boots again and trudged down the block to the corner store.\u00a0 Grandma had sent him there twice the day before for bread and then the watered down milk.\u00a0 Not only did she forget to stalk up on these when she was at the Bulk House, she couldn\u2019t even remember everything she needed so she wouldn\u2019t have to send him out more than once.<\/p>\n<p>This time, Billy went for himself.\u00a0 He still had his money.\u00a0 He bought a soda and rejoiced in the sugar.\u00a0 He eyed the magazines but found he was not old enough for some and the others were nothing he\u2019d care to read.\u00a0 Your corner store doesn\u2019t usually stock in the latest gamer magazines.<\/p>\n<p>While Billy was enjoying the sweetness of the soda he thought about the lack of sugar at Grandma and Grandpa\u2019s.\u00a0 He bought some sugar cubes, a carton of good milk possibly 50 proof, and some coffee creamer.\u00a0 Given the exorbitant prices at the corner store, Billy soon found his spending money well depleted.\u00a0 He bought a Christmas bag with his loose change.\u00a0 He\u2019d put the sugar, milk, and creamer in that and that would be his gift to his Grandparents.<\/p>\n<p>Dinner was cabbage and pork-roll.\u00a0 Oh yes, and baked potatoes and more carrots.<\/p>\n<p>The movie that night was \u201cIt\u2019s A Wonderful Life.\u201d\u00a0 It had been a while since Billy had sat through it in its entirety.<\/p>\n<p>Billy lay awake long into the night.\u00a0 You would think that redeeming thoughts of histories of his youth or a life lived by others without him or visions of sugar plums at the very least would have been dancing in his head.\u00a0 No, instead he thought of this Christmas lived without him.\u00a0 Mom and Dad and Logan were probably on some beach somewhere or at some mountain resort thinking of anything but Billy.\u00a0 He began to wallow in his own misery.\u00a0 He piled on everything from the cancelled Christmas to the pine needles he had had to shake from his hair.\u00a0 Grandpa had said that wouldn\u2019t have happened if Billy got a haircut once in a while.<\/p>\n<p>Billy finally drifted off to sleep feeling thoroughly sorry for himself and wondering what type of potato would greet him for Christmas dinner\u2026if there was a Christmas dinner.<\/p>\n<p>The room was very warm when he awoke.\u00a0 No one had whisked away the covers.\u00a0 He had kicked them off himself.\u00a0 And it was still dark.<\/p>\n<p>Billy looked about the room.\u00a0 There was a glow from the street light but he could only see shadows in the room.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey room, Merry Christmas,\u201d Billy called out in the dark.\u00a0 It was meant as sarcasm.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMerry Christmas yourself Billy,\u201d the room replied.<\/p>\n<p>Billy bolted up in the bed.\u00a0 He reached over and turned on the lamp beside his bed.\u00a0 The light was suddenly too bright in the close darkness.\u00a0 Eventually the shadows became blurs and then shadows again and then he saw it\u2026saw him\u2026Santa Claus<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMerry Christmas Billy,\u201d Santa said.<\/p>\n<p>Billy rubbed his eyes.\u00a0 No, this couldn\u2019t be.\u00a0 He closed his eyes tight for a few seconds and then opened them again.\u00a0 It was no use.\u00a0 He was still there.\u00a0 And it was Santa.\u00a0 Billy knew this right off.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t Grandpa or anyone else dressed up like Santa.\u00a0 It was the real Santa.<\/p>\n<p>Billy looked Santa over.\u00a0 Red suit and real beard.\u00a0 He looked just like a thousand images of Santa he had seen in print or on television or in the movies.\u00a0 The image was immediately recognizable and true to his own memories of what he thought Santa looked like.\u00a0 Not that Billy ever thought of Santa Claus these days.\u00a0 That was kids\u2019 stuff.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMerry Christmas Billy\u201d, Santa said again.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou said that already,\u201d Billy pointed out.\u00a0 Billy didn\u2019t mean to be flippant but what do you say to Santa when he shows up in the middle of the night at your grandparents\u2019 house after you\u2019d been dreaming of your thoroughly miserable Christmas.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd would it kill you to say it back?\u201d Santa asked.\u00a0 Apparently Santa was not opposed to being flippant.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMerry Christmas,\u201d Billy replied, \u201cbut you can\u2019t be\u2026\u201d\u00a0 Billy trailed off what he was going to say.\u00a0 Why couldn\u2019t he be Santa Claus?\u00a0 Nothing else that had happened to him lately made any sense.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, but I can be and I am.\u201d\u00a0 Santa looked around the room.\u00a0 \u201cWhat, no cookies and milk?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not a kid you know\u201d, Billy found himself answering.\u00a0 \u201cThat stuff\u2019s just for kids.\u201d\u00a0 Again it was the kids\u2019 stuff guiding his thoughts.\u00a0 Substitute Bah Humbug and you will understand what Billy was getting at.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe cookies aren\u2019t for the kids, they\u2019re for me.\u00a0 I\u2019m for the kids.\u00a0 But I\u2019m not just for children Billy.\u00a0 I came because you need me.\u201d\u00a0 Santa shook a mittened hand in Billy\u2019s direction.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t need anything\u201d, Billy replied in defiance.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve got everything I need.\u201d\u00a0 Billy shook his own hand back at Santa.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo Christmas, potatoes galore, scratched up arms, and pine needles in your hair.\u00a0 I guess you do have everything.\u201d\u00a0 Santa was good at stating the obvious.<\/p>\n<p>Billy ran his fingers through his hair.\u00a0 It was true.\u00a0 There were still some pine needles clinging to his scalp.\u00a0 At least he could thank Santa for that.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou see Billy, you really don\u2019t have anything.\u00a0 Listening to me might just change that.\u00a0 When you have nothing to lose then you have everything to gain.\u201d\u00a0 Santa sat down on the bed.\u00a0 \u201cI heard that somewhere and it bears repeating.\u201d\u00a0 Told you so, reader.<\/p>\n<p>Billy couldn\u2019t think of anything to say.\u00a0 Santa was right\u2026on all accounts.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou once needed me Billy and I used to come to you every year.\u00a0 You were always a delight when you were sleeping.\u00a0 Still are.\u00a0 I bet your parents would say that about you now.\u00a0 It\u2019s the waking times that need a little polishing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThanks a lot Santa,\u201d Billy snapped.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s only the truth.\u00a0 Don\u2019t blame the messenger,\u201d Santa replied without buying into Billy\u2019s anger.\u00a0 \u201cThen you grew up.\u00a0 You thought you knew it all.\u00a0 You didn\u2019t want anything.\u00a0 Or if you did, your parents gave it to you.\u00a0 I blame them for expelling me from your life.\u00a0 What do you need me for after they break the illusion?\u00a0 Still, you didn\u2019t have to buy into it all and let it run your life.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI thought you said I needed you?\u201d Billy asked.\u00a0 The sarcasm was creeping back in.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou do.\u00a0 You did and then you didn\u2019t and now you do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Billy looked confused.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s like this\u201d, Santa continued.\u00a0 \u201cWhen you are little you need the magic and the wonder and I\u2019m there for that.\u00a0 When you got older you didn\u2019t need that anymore or maybe you didn\u2019t want it.\u00a0 But boy do you need it now.\u201d\u00a0 Santa was shaking his hand at Billy again.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019ve lost something and it isn\u2019t just this Christmas.\u00a0 You\u2019ve lost all your Christmases.\u00a0 You gave them up.\u00a0 Thought you didn\u2019t need them.\u00a0 There\u2019s an emptiness in you that you can\u2019t find a way to fill.\u00a0 No video game\u2019s going to give you back that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Billy stared at Santa.\u00a0 He had cut Billy to the core; only because it was true.\u00a0 Santa was right.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t just this Christmas.\u00a0 Billy had walked away from all of that the first Christmas he didn\u2019t get everything he wanted.\u00a0 The memory of not getting the Grim Reaper 4 video game came back to his mind.\u00a0 That was the morning he had built the robot.\u00a0 But that\u2019s the other story.<\/p>\n<p>Santa reached over to pat Billy on the arm.\u00a0 Billy thought about quickly pulling his arm away but he didn\u2019t.\u00a0 Billy felt the touch.\u00a0 It was real.\u00a0 It was true.\u00a0 Everything Santa had said was true.\u00a0 There was truth in the words and Billy knew it.\u00a0 The truth was the one thing that Billy would never have thought to ask for but the one thing he needed most.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t think on it too much kid\u201d, Santa went on.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve given you a gift.\u00a0 It might not have been anything you wanted but sometimes it\u2019s the things we need that are the best gifts received.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Santa stood up and stood beside the bed for the moment looking into Billy\u2019s eyes.\u00a0 He reached out to shut off the lamp.\u00a0 Just before he did he turned back to Billy and said \u201cand that was a nice touch about the sugar cubes, milk, and creamer.\u00a0 Now go and find your own Christmas.\u201d\u00a0 The light went out, the room grew colder, and Santa was gone.<\/p>\n<p>Billy lay in the bed trembling for a long time.\u00a0 He wasn\u2019t sure if it was the coldness of the room or what had just happened.\u00a0 He pulled up the blankets and hunkered down.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t be sure if what just happened really happened or if he\u2019d been dreaming.\u00a0 Soon he slept again.<\/p>\n<p>In the morning Billy woke to a strange sound.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t recognize it right away.\u00a0 It was like bells in the distance and it stirred him.\u00a0 Church Bells?\u00a0 Christmas Bells?\u00a0 No, it was his phone.\u00a0 The chiming signified he had a message.<\/p>\n<p>Billy snatched up his phone.\u00a0 It was working again.\u00a0 The service was back on.\u00a0 There were about a dozen texts from friends wondering where he was or what he got for Christmas or bragging about their own gifts.\u00a0 And there was a text from Mom and Dad:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Billy, there\u2019s a gift for you at the house.\u00a0 We\u2019ve disarmed the alarm and we\u2019ve restored your phone service.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Merry Christmas.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Mom &amp; Dad<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Billy practically flew out of bed. \u00a0It was Christmas and there was a gift.\u00a0 After dressing he ran down the stairs and called out to Grandma and Grandpa.\u00a0 They must have gone out or were sleeping in.\u00a0 He left his gift bag for them on the table.\u00a0 They\u2019d find it.<\/p>\n<p>Billy didn\u2019t care that it was cold out or that it had snowed again.\u00a0 He was just glad he hadn\u2019t been awoken by Grandpa hovering over him with a shovel.\u00a0 There was a spring back in Billy\u2019s step and the walk home didn\u2019t seem half as long as normal.<\/p>\n<p>Billy tried his key in the lock.\u00a0 It opened.\u00a0 No alarm went off to spoil it all.\u00a0 But there was something.\u00a0 Billy smelled bacon.\u00a0 And there was music.\u00a0 Okay, it was Christmas music but he\u2019d take that over alarms ringing.\u00a0 And then Logan was there jumping up at him.\u00a0 And Mom.\u00a0 And Dad.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d Billy started.\u00a0 But it stuck in his throat.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMerry Christmas son.\u201d\u00a0 Dad was at his side pulling off Billy\u2019s toque.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cStamp that snow off your boots,\u201d Mom said appearing in the hall with Grandma and Grandpa.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMerry Christmas boy,\u201d Grandpa said.\u00a0 \u201cMore snow hunh?\u00a0 Still, it doesn\u2019t beat what they got in Buffalo a few years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know, seven feet of snow in Buffalo,\u201d Billy replied.\u00a0 Billy found himself chuckling at what he said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re just in time for breakfast,\u201d Grandma said.\u00a0 \u201cBacon and eggs and toast and waffles if you want them.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat, no hash browns or home-fried potatoes?\u201d\u00a0 Billy asked.\u00a0 Billy gave off with another laugh.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThought you\u2019d had your fill of potatoes?\u201d Grandma replied.<\/p>\n<p>But there were potatoes.\u00a0 Mashed potatoes with dinner.\u00a0 And turkey,\u00a0 And stuffing.\u00a0 And gravy.\u00a0 And just about everything that makes Christmas dinner Christmas dinner.\u00a0 And pie for desert.\u00a0 Mom\u2019s apple and Grandma\u2019s pumpkin.\u00a0 He hadn\u2019t missed them.<\/p>\n<p>Before dinner but after breakfast, there were presents.\u00a0 Billy hadn\u2019t expected anything so no matter what he got, he thoroughly welcomed the presents.\u00a0 There was even the Grim Reaper 4 video game.\u00a0 Dad had found it in a retro game shop.\u00a0 Billy put it away.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t need it right now.<\/p>\n<p>In the afternoon he beat Grandpa two straight games of Cribbage.\u00a0 He loaded the dishwasher.\u00a0 He even walked Logan.<\/p>\n<p>That night, Billy lay in bed and thought back on the day.\u00a0 He hadn\u2019t even asked his parents what it had all been about.\u00a0 Had they been there the whole time?\u00a0 Should he have tried his key that day after school?\u00a0 He didn\u2019t care.\u00a0 He had lost something and now he had got it back.\u00a0 He had found his Christmas.<\/p>\n<p>Billy didn\u2019t really know if Santa Claus had really come to him.\u00a0 It might have been too many potatoes or too many movies with Christmas spirts or angels.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t be sure.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMerry Christmas room.\u201d\u00a0 Billy waited for a reply.\u00a0 There was none and that was okay.\u00a0 Still, he wish he knew for sure.<\/p>\n<p>The next year he took no chances and he hung up his stocking and left out cookies and milk.\u00a0 Logan ate them all.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The End.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">70. <em>The Passing Of George Arthur Henderson.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Hard Pass.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t want to talk about it.\u00a0 Here&#8217;s a picture of my Father in the years before he died, I&#8217;ll just remember his life.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter \" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/redshirt.jpg\" width=\"454\" height=\"715\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">71.\u00a0<em> Me And My Grief.\u00a0 <\/em>I still don&#8217;t want to talk about it.\u00a0 It took me over a month to write another blahg and two months before I processed my grief by writing a poem about it.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>when my father died<\/strong><\/h4>\n<h4>when my father died<br \/>\nsorrow eluded me<\/h4>\n<h4>the anger at an unexpected<br \/>\nyet accepted passing<br \/>\ntwo day decline<br \/>\nto death<br \/>\nshadowed<br \/>\nby the chaos<br \/>\nof this life<br \/>\nand to do<br \/>\nforcing the stack<br \/>\nhigher<br \/>\npushed to the side<br \/>\nhoping for each thing<br \/>\nto be swallowed<br \/>\nas natural compost<\/h4>\n<h4>when my father died<br \/>\nthere were no services<br \/>\nno prolonged goodbye<br \/>\nno chance at words<br \/>\nan anagram perhaps<br \/>\nof a life summed up<br \/>\nrearranged to a sign post<br \/>\nthat way onward for him<br \/>\nor this way for the living<\/h4>\n<h4>when my father died<br \/>\nI carried on<br \/>\ntackled some things<br \/>\ntossed others to the tower<br \/>\ntried facing forwards<br \/>\nsometimes a sideways glance<br \/>\nto the pile<br \/>\nchecking that it was still there<br \/>\nall the things that still bound me<br \/>\nto my father<\/h4>\n<h4>weeks passed<br \/>\nafter he passed<br \/>\nand the pile shifted<br \/>\nfell<br \/>\ntrapping me beneath<br \/>\ngrief appearing<br \/>\nfinally<br \/>\nagain unexpected<br \/>\nyet accepted<br \/>\nall consuming<br \/>\na sad song<br \/>\npurposefully on repeat<br \/>\nall things<br \/>\nthat were just things<br \/>\ncollapsing over me<\/h4>\n<h4>grief and I became close<br \/>\nburied together<br \/>\nhating and fighting<br \/>\nbiting and scratching<br \/>\nhating mostly<br \/>\neverything and everyone<br \/>\nselfishness and pain<br \/>\nmy true friends<br \/>\nnothing else<\/h4>\n<h4>then someone sat with me<br \/>\nlearned of<br \/>\nhis death<br \/>\nmy struggles<br \/>\nheard the spewing<br \/>\ntook it all in<br \/>\nlistened<br \/>\nto the stories<br \/>\nand all the grief<br \/>\ngiven out<br \/>\nin gasping breaths<br \/>\nuntil it had been shared<br \/>\nand the rubble was just<br \/>\nrubble<br \/>\nflotsam<br \/>\neasier to pick through<br \/>\nsort into importance<br \/>\nor not<\/h4>\n<h4>when my father died<br \/>\nI had no time<br \/>\nno<br \/>\nmade no time<br \/>\nto break<br \/>\nto grieve<br \/>\nto fashion truths<br \/>\ninto a grave marker<br \/>\nor a trail marker<\/h4>\n<h4>when my father died<br \/>\nI accepted<br \/>\nwhat needed to be done<br \/>\nthe list<br \/>\nat once unsurmountable<br \/>\nbut somehow<br \/>\nmanageable<br \/>\nuntil that last thing done<br \/>\nreleases him from me<br \/>\nand all I have<br \/>\nis memories<br \/>\nand my grief<br \/>\nthat guides me<br \/>\nfrom here to there<br \/>\nthis place to that place<br \/>\nwhere he has gone<br \/>\nand sends his beacon<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">72. <em>P.M.R.<\/em>\u00a0 Polymyalgia Rheumatica.\u00a0 Look it up.\u00a0 It&#8217;s nasty at any age.\u00a0 I was on Prednisone for two years before weaning off at the end of June this year.\u00a0 I took the initials and made puns.\u00a0 If I had to sum it up, I&#8217;d say the <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">P<\/span>ain&#8217;s <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">M<\/span>ostly <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">R<\/span>eceded but I&#8217;m always afraid it<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> P<\/span>ossibly <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">M<\/span>ight <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">R<\/span>eturn.\u00a0 If it does call for me again I&#8217;ll go into hiding and <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">P<\/span>ost <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">M<\/span>y<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> R<\/span>egrets.\u00a0 P.M.R. sucks.\u00a0 &#8216;Nuff said.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">73.\u00a0 <em>Emily&#8217;s Wedding.\u00a0 A Hell Of A Tether.\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_20190601_164002368-576x1024.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/IMG_20190601_164002368-576x1024.jpg\" alt=\"I walk Emily down the aisle\" width=\"163\" height=\"289\" \/><\/a><\/em>I was floundering around with my grief and my pain and had forgotten that Emily was getting married.\u00a0 I managed, with the Prednisone, to get my pain under control and with the help of a Grief Counselor I addressed my grief.\u00a0 She suggested I find something to tether myself to and the goal of walking Emily down the aisle became that tether.\u00a0 If you want to see\/hear a funny and moving speech from a Father who wrote nothing down, then check this out:\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qoTfiGC--UM\" width=\"450\" height=\"350\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><span style=\"display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;\" data-mce-type=\"bookmark\" class=\"mce_SELRES_start\">\ufeff<\/span><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">74.\u00a0 <em>Polymyalgia Redux And More Polly Tics.\u00a0 <\/em>Enough about the Polymyalgia and how it came back in the fall of 2019 with a vengeance.\u00a0 The other part of that blahg was dedicated to the fall 2019 Federal election.\u00a0 Now we&#8217;re going to have yet another Federal election next month.\u00a0 Andrew Scheer of the Conservatives is gone but Erin O&#8217;toole is leading that party now.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t trust him.\u00a0 The Liberals under Justin Trudeau are going to try to change their minority to a majority.\u00a0 Is it the right time to hold an election?\u00a0 There is still that pandemic and some people don&#8217;t want to go to the polls.\u00a0 <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">P<\/span>oliticians <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">M<\/span>ight <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">R<\/span>ally and some <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">P<\/span>oliticians <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">M<\/span>ight <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">R<\/span>eel.\u00a0 We&#8217;ll soon find out.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">75.\u00a0 <em>Who I Am.\u00a0 <\/em>That&#8217;s a good question and a good place to leave off with Part 1 of <em>This Is 100<\/em>.\u00a0<em> Who I Am<\/em> isn&#8217;t really a question but rather a declaration.\u00a0 I&#8217;m a son, a husband, a Father, a Father-In Law, a friend, a writer, a pain sufferer, a griever, a music fan, and a hundred or thousand or million other things rolled into this old body.\u00a0 I tried to encapsulate everything in that one blahg.\u00a0 I think I fell short.\u00a0 I also posted a 2000 video by the singer Jessica Andrews with the title &#8220;Who I AM&#8221;.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Jd9zYKLepCw\" width=\"450\" height=\"320\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold','sans-serif';\">Who I am is defined and undefined.\u00a0 The truth is, however, like this blahg, <em>&#8220;This Is 100&#8221;<\/em>, I am a work in progress.\u00a0 Stay tuned.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0\u00a0 Well, it happened again.\u00a0 Another milestone snuck up on me.\u00a0 No, it&#8217;s not my birthday.\u00a0 It&#8217;s also not my wife&#8217;s birthday which is this Saturday and yes, before anyone asks, I&#8217;m already prepared for that.\u00a0 The milestone I&#8217;m talking about is my 100th blahg.\u00a0 If you checked out my first blahg of this year,\u00a0THE 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