Epilogue Settlement, OWME Security Headquarters, a week later “Kids, Ah don’t rightly know how we can properly thank y’all,” Behind an expansive desk of native Forest wood, the Colonel rocked back and forth in an old-fashioned swivel chair. In fact, he did have a...
Twenty-Seven Settlement Darkness had fallen over the besieged town of Settlement, and still the sentinels on the palisade kept their vigils, weapons in hand. A shout rose up from Security Headquarters. “Heads up! Our sensors on the river just went down. We’re gonna...
Here is the final installment.
I mean, who doesn’t love great fireworks shows?
We all know about it.
One of my earlier memories of the shooting sports involved a story related by my uncle.
May 5, 1924
December 4, 1886
December 4, 1886
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I’m trying something different now, since everyone seems to enjoy the bits of fiction I’ve put up here.
My parents were children of the Great Depression.
There are some skill sets that were valuable back in the pre-industrial world and could be very useful indeed in a post-industrial world, or just if you like having fun and collecting useful stuff and honestly free-range edibles in the great outdoors.
The current political situation notwithstanding, I reckon the odds of a major societal collapse to be pretty low.
Here is the next installment of the story of our planned move from Colorado to Alaska.
I’m going to expand on some deep thoughts I presented over at my own web site a couple of years ago.