The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part VIII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part VIII

Seven Tarbos, the Main Conference Hall The Main Hall was full, full of delegates and their aides in the front, families, friends and curious Tarbosians in the rear.  Bob Pritchard strode into the room, walking purposefully up the main aisle to the front of the...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part VIII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part VII 

Six The Star of Carolina, in transit “Did you ever imagine anything like it?” One of the Star of Carolina’s outstanding features was its observation bubble, a large poly-steel blister on the outer hull that offered a slowly rotating view of space – or, in this case,...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part VIII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part VI 

Five A shuttle approaching the OWME Passenger Liner Star of Carolina, orbiting Forest “Geez, Dad, that thing is huge.” “It’s not as big as the old Mayflower, but it’ll do,” Mike Crider agreed with his son, staring at the huge, slate-blue mass of the passenger liner...

Semi-notorious local political gadfly and general pain in the ass. I’m firmly convinced that the Earth and all its inhabitants were placed here for my personal amusement and entertainment, and I comport myself accordingly. Vote Animal/STEVE SMITH 2028!

Alaska Ramblings I – Seward

The Place On Sunday, July 25th, Mrs. Animal and I took our two visiting daughters down the Kenai Peninsula to the small town of Seward, the first of many neat little places in Alaska that we intend to visit – and on which I will report to you here. Like many places in...

Ask Animal I

Ask Animal My colleagues ZARDOZ and STEVE SMITH have been offering advice and counsel to Glibs, lurkers, ladies and gentlemen and persons of irregular birth for some time now, so I thought I’d join the fun.  However, just to set myself apart, instead of lifting advice...