Monday, July 24, 2017

The Witchcraft On Monday Mystery...!

As we all know by now, the disappearance of watercraft on the ocean is not uncommon. To disappear this close to land, however, is a different story altogether. Here is the story of one such mystery.

The Witchcraft



In December 1967, Miami hotel owner Dan Burack decided to view the city’s Christmas lights from his luxury cabin cruiser, the Witchcraft. Accompanied by Father Patrick Hogan, he sailed about a mile out to sea. The boat was in good working order when the two men left.

At about 9:00 PM, Burack radioed to request a tow back to the marina, reporting that his boat had struck an unknown object. Despite the incident, Burack didn’t sound worried at all—after all, he’d personally built Witchcraft with a special hull to keep her from sinking. He confirmed his location with the Coast Guard and assured them he would fire a flare when they arrived in the area.

It only took the Coast Guard about 20 minutes to reach Burack’s reported location, but by the time they arrived, the Witchcraft had vanished. Although initially unconcerned, the Coast Guard eventually searched more than 3,100 kilometers (1,200 mi) of ocean. But Dan Burack, Father Patrick Hogan, and the Witchcraft were never found.

Now this is a worthy mystery to say the least. To vanish this close to land, and to not be found after such an expanded search, is strange. Can't help but imagine what could have happened, ya know?

Coffee in the kitchen again this morning.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Sunday 'Toons Again...!

Here we go, back in the same old rut. Showing some of the older cartoons from long ago. Some folks like 'em, some folks don't. Either way...here they are!







And one more...



That's all there is. Have a great day...! Coffee in the kitchen.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

How About Some Music...?

For some reason, I am really in the mood for some good ol' music. Something from the old days, ya know?

Bear with me a bit here, 'cause some of these folks are not around any more. I just wanted to hear some of their music again.





And just one more...



Guess that wasn't too bad, huh? Thanks for letting me do that.

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. It's too hot outside.

Friday, July 21, 2017

You Can't Fix Stupid...!

This next story just goes to show that you never know when the Stupid Bug is gonna bite. It should be a lesson to everyone that is associated with illegal drugs in any way, shape, or form.

Waitress Inadvertently Spikes Cop’s Drink With Cocaine



Photo credit: Hamilton County Sheriff’s Office

If he hadn’t been out of uniform, maybe she’d never have been busted. Unfortunately for her, the police officer was off duty when the Chattanooga waitress inadvertently spiked his water with a bag of cocaine in 2017. Jekievea Monchell Yearby’s mishap got her arrested on charges of assault, possession of a controlled substance, and possession of drug paraphernalia. The officer of the law called his colleagues to the scene, and they watched the surveillance video of the incident with the restaurant’s manager.

Caught red-handed, so to speak, Yearby admitted the bag of cocaine was hers, as was its twin, secreted in her bra. She’d accidentally dropped the drug in the officer’s glass of water when she’d served him. She said she doesn’t take drugs and isn’t addicted to them, but she does have other problems. Not only was she arrested, but she’s also now unemployed.

I don't know if people that use drugs are really stupid or if they are merely a little bit crazy. Whatever the reason , I don't think they have their head screwed on straight, ya know? Thanks to Listverse for this story.

Coffee out on the patio again this morning, OK?

Thursday, July 20, 2017

We Gotta Save The Bees...!

We all know that bees do a wonderful service to all of us by helping to pollinate a lot of our food crops.

Here is a little fact that should really concern many of us. One thing that the bees help to pollinate in a major way...is coffee! That's right, my friends, COFFEE !

The Coffee Industry



In addition to various fruits and vegetables, bees are also the primary pollinators for coffee. So without bees, our world’s coffee supply would dwindle, and the industry would lose its profitability. At first thought, this seems pretty inconsequential; caffeine is not a human “need,” and the end of coffee wouldn’t mean famine. But a surprising amount of our world’s industry lies on coffee production and sales.

In 2016 alone, Starbucks Coffee raked in $21.3 billion in gross sales. And as of May 2017, the chain had 245,000 employees. Coffee is also a valuable product in Latin America, specifically Guatemala, where a large portion of the population works in the coffee industry. Without bees, this multinational coffee empire would collapse, leaving hundreds of thousands of people out of work across the world.

I had no idea that bees could have that much effect on our morning brew. So if we lose the bees, not only would we more than likely go hungry, but we wouldn't be able to enjoy our morning java either! BUMMER!

Coffee out on the patio this morning. All bees are more than welcome !

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Doc Holliday On Western Wednesday...!

Ever wonder just when the bad guys in the west really got started? I'm talking about guys like Doc Holliday.

Doc wasn't always a gunfighter, ya know. He actually got his start as a dentist. When he came down with tuberculosis, that understandably put an end to his practice.

1879
Doc Holliday kills for the first time

Doc Holliday commits his first murder, killing a man for shooting up his New Mexico saloon.

Despite his formidable reputation as a deadly gunslinger, Doc Holliday only engaged in eight shootouts during his life, and it has only been verified that he killed two men. Still, the smartly dressed ex-dentist from Atlanta had a remarkably fearless attitude toward death and danger, perhaps because he was slowly dying from tuberculosis.

In 1879, Holliday settled in Las Vegas, New Mexico, where he opened a saloon with a partner. Holliday spent his evenings gambling in the saloon and he seemed determined to stress his health condition by heavy drinking. A notorious cad, Holliday also enjoyed the company of the dance hall girls that the partners hired to entertain the customers–which sometimes sparked trouble.

On this day in 1879, a former army scout named Mike Gordon tried to persuade one of Holliday’s saloon girls to quit her job and run away with him. When she refused, Gordon became infuriated. He went out to the street and began to fire bullets randomly into the saloon. He didn’t have a chance to do much damage–after the second shot, Holliday calmly stepped out of the saloon and dropped Gordon with a single bullet. Gordon died the next day.

The following year, Holliday abandoned the saloon business and joined his old friend Wyatt Earp in Tombstone, Arizona. There he would kill his second victim, during the famous “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral” in October 1881. During the subsequent six years, Holliday assisted at several other killings and wounded a number of men in gun battles. His hard drinking and tuberculosis eventually caught up with him, and he retired to a Colorado health resort where he died in 1887. Struck by the irony of such a peaceful end to a violent life, his last words reportedly were “This is funny.”

He died more peacefully than he lived, that's for sure. I'm really surprised he wasn't shot, ya know?

Coffee out on the patio this morning.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Victorian Killer Wallpaper...!

As you know, they did some crazy stuff back in the Victorian days, some of them were not very healthy.

Many of the things done back then could and often did, cause death. Seems almost as if the people of that time wanted to take chances with their lives and health. For that, they paid a terrible price at times.

Wallpaper



Photo credit: EvoNews

Rather than 50 Shades of Gray, the Victorians were passionate about the color green. In fact, green wallpaper was to the home what an iPad Air is to tablets. This love of green came about because of the end of the window tax and gas lamps. With natural light flooding in during the day and better light at night, the Victorians unleashed their inner passion for bright colors.

The fashionable color to dress the walls with wasn’t just any green. It had to be a lush shade called Scheele’s Green. Not only was it bright, but it resisted fading—an extra boon. The dark side of this colorful wall dressing was that it slowly poisoned people. Copper arsenite, an arsenic derivative, gave it the rich color. Breathing air polluted with arsenic vapor had the potential to kill . . . and often did.

Whole families ailed and died, with children especially at risk. The signs of arsenic poisoning were similar to diphtheria, so many politicians remained skeptical of the danger. And those doctors who did voice concern about arsenic were often publicly ridiculed, especially by companies producing the wallpaper!

It took until 1903 for arsenic compounds to be forbidden as a food additive, but the use of arsenic in wallpaper was never formally banned.

I took this article from Listverse. If you want to read about some other deadly things done in Victorian times you might go check it out.

Coffee out on the hot and muggy patio this morning.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Lord Lucan On Monday Mystery...!

Let's take a look at a fairly recent mystery from the 1970s. This one involves a murder suspect and his disappearance. No one is really sure what happened to him, but plenty of speculation is still lingering, as you might expect.

What Really Happened To Lord Lucan?



Photo credit: Photoshot

During the 1970s, the mystery surrounding the disappearance of Lord Lucan, as well as the death of his supposed victim, was huge news in the streets of London. After being accused of killing his children’s nanny and attacking his own wife, Lord Lucan (aka Richard John Bingham, 7th Earl of Lucan) seemed to disappear off the face of the Earth, and not much was known about where he disappeared to—until now.

Novelist Peter James has recently suggested that Lord Lucan’s aristocratic circle of gambling friends (known as the Clermont Set) helped him escape England in a “light plane” to Montreux, Switzerland.[8] However, after Lucan began talking about how he wanted to contact his children to let them know he was alright, the group was spooked and had him killed “Mafia-style.” His body is believed to have been buried in Switzerland out of fear that the group’s involvement in Lucan’s escape would be revealed.

In recent years, some have even suggested that Lucan was in fact innocent of the murder. However, this fact continues to be disputed.

This story was taken from the folks at Listverse...and I thank them for it.

Coffee out on the patio if the weather co-operates. Otherwise, we'll have it in the kitchen.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Sunday Once Again...!

Let's go back to the days when we had some old timey 'toons on Sunday, OK?

Getting harder and harder to find the really good ones anymore, ya know? Seems like the new stuff is what most kids want now days. Give me the older ones every time!







And maybe just one more...



Well, I reckon that's enough for today. Since it's raining again I'm gonna read a book and then it's nap time!

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. Fresh banana bread I'll share, though.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The Many Interest Of H.G. Wells...

I may have mentioned the fact before that I am an avid reader. In fact, everyone in my family is pretty passionate about reading.

When researching a particular writer or book, I occasionally run across some little tidbit of information about that writer that I feel I should share with you. The following piece of info might just surprise you, though.I know it caught me off-guard.

H.G. Wells
Little Wars



The author of War of the Worlds and The Time Machine, H.G. Wells is known today as the father of science fiction. While alive, however, Wells was a man of many interests. In addition to sci-fi, he wrote several books on history, politics, and . . . gaming.

One of Wells’s favorite pastimes was miniature wargaming, now a worldwide hobby. Wargaming seeks to reenact (or simply play through) military conflicts with model soldiers. Notable examples today include Black Powder and Warhammer 40,000. Most miniature wargames are dependent upon rulebooks for coherent play, and Wells penned one of the first: Little Wars.

Compared to modern wargaming tomes, Little Wars wasn’t much. But this attempt to establish a basic consistency in miniature wargames more or less caused the hobby to gain momentum. In fact, Wells is now considered the father of miniature wargaming in addition to science-fiction.

Somewhat ironically, Wells was a pacifist.

Who would have thunk it? Certainly not me! I wouldn't believe for a minute that Wells was an avid Wargamer, as well as an author. Then to top it off, I find out he was a pacifist...? Way too much info for me, I think.

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. Raining again outside.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Some More Strange Animals...!

We have some strange critters around the world, most of which we don't get to see. Lucky for us, there are some folks out there that take a camera with them when they find these critters.



How about this one...?



Well, that should do t for this version of Freaky Friday. Pretty strange, right?

Coffee inside again today!

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Some Pretty Amazing Pictures...!

I wanted to share these pictures with you today. These are real pictures, without any photoshopping or editing. As you can see, there are some strange things out there, if we only know where to look!



Not something you would see everyday, I'd say.

Coffee inside again today. I still am looking for rain!

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Wild Bill's First Gunfight...!

Did you ever wonder just how the legend of some of our most famous gunfighters got started? We,, here is the story behind one of them.

Wild Bill Hickok’s first gunfight

Wild Bill Hickok begins to establish his reputation as a gunfighter after he coolly shoots three men during a shootout in Nebraska.

Born in Homer (later called Troy Grove), Illinois, James Butler Hickok moved to Kansas in 1855 at the age of 18. There he filed a homestead claim, took odd jobs, and began calling himself by his father’s name, Bill. A skilled marksman, Hickok honed his abilities as a gunslinger. Though Hickok was not looking for trouble, he liked to be ready to defend himself, and his ability with a pistol soon proved useful.

By the summer of 1861, Hickok was working as a stock tender at a stage depot in Nebraska called Rock Creek Station. Across the creek lived Dave McCanles, a mean-spirited man who disliked Hickok for some reason. McCanles enjoyed insulting the young stockman, calling him Duck Bill and claiming he was a hermaphrodite. Hickok took his revenge by secretly romancing McCanles’ mistress, Sarah Shull.

On this day in 1861, the tension between Hickok and McCanles came to a head. McCanles may have learned about the affair between Shull and Hickok, though his motivations are not clear. He arrived at the station with two other men and his 12-year-old-son and exchanged angry words with the station manager. Then McCanles spotted Hickok standing behind a curtain partition. He threatened to drag “Duck Bill” outside and give him a thrashing. Demonstrating remarkable coolness for a 24-year-old who had never been involved in a gunfight, Hickok replied, “There will be one less son-of-a-bitch when you try that.”

McCanles ignored the warning. When he approached the curtain, Hickok shot him in the chest. McCanles staggered out of the building and died in the arms of his son. Hearing the shots, the two other gunmen ran in. Hickok shot one of them twice and winged the other. The other workers at the station finished them off.

The story of Hickok’s first gunfight spread quickly, establishing his reputation as a skilled gunman. In 1867, Harper’s New Monthly Magazine published a highly exaggerated account of the shoot-out which claimed Hickok had single-handedly killed nine men. The article quoted Hickok as saying, “I was wild and I struck savage blows.” Thus began the legendary career of “Wild Bill.”

For the next 15 years, Hickok would further embellish his reputation with genuine acts of daring, though the popular accounts continued to exceed the reality. He died in 1876 at the age of 39, shot in the back of the head by a young would-be gunfighter looking for fame.

No matter how fast you were, there was always someone faster and more sneaky, it seems. Some folks were willing to shoot a person in the back of the head, merely to build a reputation. Seems like a bit of that is still going on today, right?

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. I believe the rain is coming back.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Remembering Sergeant Bill...!

Just who was Sergeant Bill you may ask? Well, that's an interesting story that I think you will find educational.

Sergeant Bill, a Tough Old Goat!



Sergeant Bill in uniform with soldier friend.
(Photo: Broadview Museum)

A goat named Bill was pulling a cart in a small town in Saskatchewan when a train, carrying soldiers on their way to fight in the First World War, stopped. The girl who owned Bill let the soldiers take him along as a good luck charm. Mascots were not supposed to go to the front lines, but the soldiers had become very attached to the goat so they hid him in a big crate and took him with them.

Sergeant Bill, as the goat was called, was a big help. He saw action beside his human friends in many battles, including one where he pushed three soldiers into a trench just seconds before a shell exploded where they had been standing.

Despite being wounded several times, Sergeant Bill survived the war. Once the fighting was over, he was even part of a big parade in Germany, proudly wearing a fancy blue coat with his sergeant stripes. He then returned to his hometown where he was reunited with his owner.

Isn't it refreshing to hear a story like this coming from suck a terrible time in our history? I thought so.

Coffee out on the patio again this morning. Fresh cookies to share!

Monday, July 10, 2017

The Big Grey Man On Monday Mystery...!

Once in a great while, there is a tale from another part of the world that sounds a lot like those we hear a lot closer to home.

From Scotland, for instance, is this story of something called the Big Grey Man. Sort of the Yeti of Scotland, I suppose. Either way, here is the story from Listverse for you to ponder.

The Big Grey Man Of Ben MacDhui



Photo credit: Brocken Inaglory

Known in Scotland as Am Fear Liath Mor, the Big Grey Man of Ben MacDhui is a cryptid, similar to the Yeti or Bigfoot. He is said to be found on Ben MacDhui, the largest peak in the Cairngorm Mountains, and it first became more than a local legend in 1889, when Professor Norman Collie allegedly saw it.[2] Though he technically didn’t see the Grey Man, he was quoted as saying: “I heard something else other than my own footsteps. For every few steps I took I heard a crunch and then another crunch as if someone was walking after me but taking footsteps three or four times the length of my own.”

Various other accounts have come from a number of people since then, including Peter Densham, a member of the airplane rescue team for Ben MacDhui. Naturalist and mountaineer Alexander Tewnion also claimed to have seen the Grey Man, firing three shots from his pistol at a figure which charged at him through the mist. A Brocken spectre, a phenomenon where an observer’s shadow is cast upon the surfaces of clouds opposite the Sun, has been claimed to be the cause of these so-called sightings, although that doesn’t explain the sound of an extra pair of footsteps.

So, what do you reckon this "Grey Man" is? A figment of someone's imagination, maybe a figure seen after one or two at the pub? Or could it be something even more sinister...?

Coffee out on the patio this morning, if you don't mind.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Something A Little Different...!

Instead of having the cartoons today, let's do some brain games instead. These are pretty easy, so you shouldn't have any trouble with them. Ready...?



There! That wasn't too bad, was it?

Coffee out on the patio again.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Gotta Pain In My Ear...!

No, not me ! The man in the following story did, though. Pretty tough gentleman, sounds like to me.

I mean, if I had the slightest notion that I had a spider crawl in my ear, I would have gone to the hospital right away! No messing around, ya know?

Did You Try Nuking It?



One morning in 2014, Hendrik Helmer woke up to a stabbing pain in his ear. Since he was from Australia, Helmer naturally assumed that a spider had crawled in there while he was asleep. With that in mind, he did what any Australian would do, and tried to ignore it. When the pain not only failed to subside but got worse over the next few hours, he decided to take action.

Initially, he tried to drown the beast with water. When that failed, he decided a vacuum might be able to suck it out, which just made the creature squirm around more inside him. With all his reasonable options exhausted, Helmer decided to try a last-ditch attempt and go to the hospital.

When the doctor examined Helmer, she could see that there was something alive inside, but could not quite make out what. In a short procedure, she poured olive oil into the man’s ear, which usually drives animals out of the ear canal. In this case, the creature appears to have drowned, allowing the doctor to remove it, and finally reveal that a 2 cm (0.79 inch) cockroach was the culprit behind all of Helmer’s pain. Helmer was relatively unfazed by his ordeal, although several of his friends began sleeping with earphones.

I can't imagine what's worse...a spider in the ear, or a roach! Personally, I don't want either one in my ear...and that's a fact!

Coffee out on the patio before it gets any hotter!

Friday, July 7, 2017

Murdered Trappers For Freaky Friday...!

Here is another case of people being murdered and no one brought to justce for the crime.

That sort of thing seemed to happen a lot before we had all the modern crime fighting tools that we have today. I wonder if any of those tools would have helped in this case, though.

The Case Of The Three Trappers



During the winter of 1924, three men from Bend, Oregon, decided to spend the season in an isolated log cabin near Lava Lake and do some fur trapping. Those men were Edward Nichols, Roy Wilson, and Dewey Morris.

Come spring, some of their friends and family ventured to the cabin to check on the men. They found an abandoned house and patches of blood leading toward the lake. It wasn’t until the ice melted that they were able to see the true gruesomeness of the event. All three men had been shot, butchered, and dumped in the lake under the ice. It appeared as though they had been taken by surprise because Nichols, although missing part of his chest and lower jaw from a shotgun blast, was still wearing his reading glasses.

While looking for motive, police discovered Lee Collins, another trapper who’d had an argument with Nichols over a missing wallet and threatened to “get even.” A little more digging revealed that Collins was actually Charles Kimzey, a man with a previous arrest for robbery and assault. However, investigators didn’t believe Kimzey alone could have dispatched the three men that quickly and effortlessly, even with the element of surprise.

It took five years before police finally apprehended Kimzey, only for him to be acquitted due to insufficient evidence. The gruesome case remains unsolved with several lingering questions: Was Kimzey involved? Did he have a partner? If not him, then who?

As in so many cases like this, more questions than answers arise. Can't help but wonder what really took place at that lonely cabit in the woods.

Coffee out on the patio again this morning.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

See? I Told Ya It Was Real...!

I'm sure that Marco Polo would be saying something like that if he were alive when the legendary Xanadu was uncovered.

Marco was probably thought crazy when he told of the wondrous Xanadu, palace of the great Khan. In reality, it just sounded too great a place to be real. Turns out, Marco Polo wasn't exaggerating.

Xanadu: The Palace Of Kublai Khan



Photo credit: Zhenglan Qi Administration of Cultural Heritage of the site of Xanadu City

Marco Polo came back from China with some incredible descriptions of Kublai Khan’s empire. The most incredible of all, though, was Xanadu, the palace of the great khan.

Xanadu, Marco Polo said, was a marble palace surrounded by a massive, 26-kilometer-wide (16 mi) park filled with fountains, rivers, and wild animals. There, the khan kept 10,000 pure white horses in a golden palace guarded by dragons. It was, in short, a paradise unlike any on Earth.

The palace was destroyed by the Ming army in 1369, long before most Europeans got the chance to see it. As the centuries passed by, it slipped into legend. It was a place poets wrote about but was little more than the stuff of imagination.

Since then, though, the site of Kublai Khan’s palace has been uncovered, and we’ve found that Marco Polo wasn’t exaggerating. The khan’s home was twice as big as the White House, surrounded by a massive park that seems to have once held a wild menagerie of animals from around the world.

There are ramps for horses in every part of it, and it even has the dragons Marco Polo described. They’re statues sitting atop of pillars that have been painted yellow—but they’re posed exactly as he said they were.

Sometimes it turns out that the tall tales some folks tell are more than that, and just may contain a kernel of truth. Maybe we should listen a little better!

Coffee out on the patio again this morning.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Bill Doolin Escapes On Western Wednesday...!

Sometimes in the old west, it seemed almost impossible to keep some of the bad guys locked up.

Escape was much more commonplace back then than we would think. Almost seemed impossible to keep the bad guys locked up for very long. However, many lawmen of the day were tenacious as bull dogs and were bound and determined to re-capture them, no matter what.

Bill Doolin escapes from jail

The famous outlaw Bill Doolin escapes from an Oklahoma jail after only a few months of captivity.

Like many outlaws, William Doolin only gradually fell into a life of crime. Born in Arkansas in 1858, the tall and slim Doolin went west at the age of 23. He found work as a cowboy on several Oklahoma ranches and was widely regarded as a trustworthy and capable employee.

Doolin’s life course changed forever when a beer party in southern Kansas turned violent and two deputy sheriffs ended up dead. Doolin’s exact role in the murders was unclear, but evidence of his guilt was substantial enough to raise the chance of prison. Unwilling to risk a trial, Doolin became a fugitive. Cool, intelligent, and a skilled shot, Doolin was suited to the outlaw life. Traveling throughout the West, he robbed banks and trains, sold illegal whiskey to Indians, rustled cattle and horses, and killed several men. He formed a criminal gang that occasionally joined forces with the Dalton brothers to rob banks in Oklahoma and Missouri.

As a robber, Doolin was more successful than most because of his careful planning, but success inevitably attracted the unwanted attention of the law. In January 1896, Doolin returned to Arkansas. While Doolin was taking the medicinal waters at a resort called Eureka Springs, the famous Oklahoma lawman William Tilghman arrested him without a struggle.

Tilghman transferred Doolin to a jail at Guthrie, Oklahoma, to await trial. On this day in 1896, Doolin managed to escape, but was free only for a short time. A few weeks later, on August 25, a posse caught up with Doolin at Lawson, Oklahoma. Doolin resisted arrest, and in the ensuing gun battle, lawmen shot him to death.

It seems a shame that someone so good at planning and avoiding capture, couldn't or wouldn't find a legal job. Guess the pay just wasn't enough or the work was too hard to warrant a lifestyle change.

Coffee out on the patio this morning, if that's alright with you.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

I Hate You, Sherlock Holmes...!

Not often does an author hate his own character so much that he kills that character in one of his stories.

However, that's exactly what Sir Arthur Conan Doyle did. He killed off one of the most popular characters in the literary world at the time. Thinking the deed was finally bringing an end to the object of his dislike, Doyle discovered that the public wasn't ready for Sherlock Holmes to disappear just yet.

Sherlock Holmes



Photo credit: Herbert Rose Barraud

If you can only name one 19th-century literary character, it’s probably Sherlock Holmes. The hugely popular detective wowed audiences with his insane adventures and superhuman powers of deduction. Some have even credited the imaginary investigator with bringing the art of forensics to real-world crime fighters. So what could possibly defeat the greatest detective who ever “lived?” His own creator, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

In an odd turn of events for a massively popular author, Doyle absolutely hated Holmes. In fact, it was the character’s popularity that fueled Doyle’s hatred. Desperate for money, a young Doyle wrote fiction to supplement his income, playing with topics like man-eating plants and mummies before finally finding an audience with his detective character, Sherlock Holmes. Despite immediate commercial success, Doyle regarded his work with Holmes as cheap and hacky and preferred instead to work with more historical subjects. The public only wanted Holmes, however, and Doyle found himself growing exhausted by the increasing workload and ever more resentful of the fictitious man whose reputation was overshadowing his own.

So he tried to kill him. In the short story “The Final Problem,” Doyle sent his legendary super-sleuth out in style, throwing both he and his nemesis, Professor Moriarty, over a waterfall. Doyle said the decision was an act of self-defense, claiming, “If I had not killed him, he would certainly have killed me.”[1] Despite this passionate hatred, however, Doyle eventually gave in and brought Holmes back from his “faked death.” He continued writing stories he couldn’t stand for the rest of his life.

I, for one, am glad that Sherlock Holmes was brought back to life. I've always enjoyed the character very much, and find the stories about his cases fascinating and a good read. But what do I know?

Coffee out on the patio this morning. Happy 4TH everyone! Please be safe!

Monday, July 3, 2017

Demon Storm's Face For Monday Mystery...

You know how we sometimes get the feeling that our storms and bad weather is actually alive? Want to see a picture of one such event?

Now, I realize that this is only a coincidence, but it's pretty spooky just the same. I may never look at a weather map again without seeing something like this watching me.

Matthew’s Face



Photo credit: The Telegraph

Hurricane Matthew arrived near the end of 2016, the first Category 5 storm since Felix in 2007. Matthew caused catastrophic damage and severe loss of life numbering in the hundreds. The impoverished island nation of Haiti bore the brunt, with casualty estimates ranging from around 500 to over 1,300 people.

As Matthew made landfall in Haiti on October 4, the infrared image above was rendered by a NASA weather satellite. The storm’s shape bears an obvious resemblance to that of a grinning skull, seen in profile, with the figurative “eye” of the skull being the literal eye of the storm.Coincidence? Certainly. Spooky as hell? We will let you be the judge.

I hate to say it, but here in Houston, we have dodged the bullet for several years now. The law of averages say that this may just be the year we get hit with another big storm. I hope not!

Coffee out on the patio this morning.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Some Sunday Funnies From Long Ago...

I keep going back to the old cartoons, just because I think they are better than today!







And maybe just one more...



Guess that's enough for today. Have a great day...OK?

Coffee out on the patio this morning.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Go Hunting With An Eagle...!

Many of us think we only use falcons as hunting birds, but eagles have been used (and still are) to hunt with for a long time.

Hunting With Eagles



Photo credit: baomoi.com

Though Haast’s eagle feasted on the Maori in ancient times, the golden eagle has been trained throughout history to hunt for our food rather than our flesh. Using seven different techniques depending on the nature of prey, the golden eagle was reserved for the falconry of kings in medieval Europe. The ancestral eagle hunting traditions of Turkic people, most notably the Mongolians, continue today.

Taken from the nest as eaglets, they are raised by only one master to form a powerful personal bond. After being treated as family for a decade, they are released into the wild for natural reproduction. Eagle hunters ride on horseback to follow the attacks on various prey items such as the wolves, foxes, and hares of the Eurasian steppe.

I'd say that this is one pet you don't want to mess with. Know what I mean?

Coffee out on the patio again this morning, OK?

Friday, June 30, 2017

About That Holiday Coming Up...!

If we were to do a bit of digging into the history books, we might find that we celebrate at te wrong time.

It's a bit confusing, but the real history of the signing of the Declaration has a much more interesting history than we know.

Independence Day



Photo credit: businessinsider.com

The story:
On July 4, 1776, a group of prominent men signed the Declaration of Independence, an important document in the formation of the United States of America.


How it actually went: Everything in this sentence is true—except the date. The document was officially announced on July 4, which is why Americans celebrate Independence Day on that date. But it wasn’t until a month later that the document was signed and complete.

The Declaration of Independence was actually signed on August 2, 1776. The Second Continental Congress first voted the document into authority on June 2.

Then they spent the next two days clarifying the wording of certain parts. After that, the document went through a process of embossing and the finished copy was finally ready to be signed three weeks later.

I got this info from the folks over at Listverse. I figured you might find it interesting!

Coffee out on the patio today! Hot but dry...

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Long Lasting Mystery From Norway...!

Mother Nature is well known for teasing us with a few strange occurrences, but this one has been around for a very long time.

At least this one isn't being ignored by the PTB, but the Norwegian government has and is doing all it can to explain just what is causing these lights. Good for them!

 The Hessdalen Lights



Photo credit: Skeptoid

Sightings of this particular phenomenon go back as far as 1811 and occur in the Hessdalen Valley, which is in the middle of Norway. However, in the early 1980s, the lights became much more frequent, with a peak of nearly 20 separate reports each week. Since then, the sightings have decreased in frequency, with observations numbering 10–20 per year. Normally, the lights are either bright white or yellow and hover above the ground.

Various scientific studies have been commissioned to find out the source behind the lights, but no conclusive explanation has been found. (There are cameras stationed around the valley, set up to take pictures of any bright light.) Studies meant to refute some of the findings have pointed out a variety of logical explanations, including car headlights and mirages, though they admit that such things don’t necessarily explain every occurrence.

I think that it's great that the folks in Norway are continuing to study these lights and I do wish them the very best. However, since the lights have been around since the 1800s, I reckon that the answers are not going to be fast in coming!

Coffee inside one more time, due to the rain. However, I do have some oven fresh biscuits and some apple butter I'll share!

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Adobe Walls Clash For Western Wednesday...!

Picture this, if you will. 28 men pinned down by 700...and winning the day. Sounds like a tall tale, doesn't it. It's true and it happened at a place called Adobe Walls. Here is the story, right out of the history books!

Buffalo hunters and Indians clash at Adobe Walls

Using new high-powered rifles to devastating effect, 28 buffalo hunters repulse a much larger force of attacking Indians at an old trading post in the Texas panhandle called Adobe Walls.

The Commanche, Kiowa, and Cheyenne Indians living in western Texas had long resented the advancement of white settlement in their territories. In 1867, some of the Indians accepted the terms of the Treaty of Medicine Lodge, which required them to move to Indian Territory (present-day Oklahoma) but also reserved much of the Texas Panhandle as their exclusive hunting grounds. Many white Texans, however, maintained that the treaty had ignored their legitimate claims to the area. These white buffalo hunters, who had already greatly reduced the once massive herds, continued to hunt in the territory.

By the early 1870s, Commanche, Kiowa, and Cheyenne hunters were finding it harder to locate buffalo, and they blamed the illegal white buffalo hunters. When the federal government failed to take adequate measures to stop the white buffalo hunters, the great chief Quanah Parker and others began to argue for war.

In the spring 1874, a group of white merchants occupied an old trading post called Adobe Walls near the South Canadian River in the Indian’s hunting territory. The merchants quickly transformed the site into a regional center for the buffalo-hide trade. Angered by this blatant violation of the treaty, Chief Quanah Parker and Lone Wolf amassed a force of about 700 Commanche, Kiowa, and Cheyenne braves. On this day in 1874, the Indians attacked Adobe Walls.

Only 28 hunters and traders occupied Adobe Walls, but they had two advantages over the Indians: the thick walls of the adobe structure were impenetrable to arrows and bullets, and the occupants had a number of high-powered rifles normally used on buffalo. The hunters’ .50 caliber Sharps rifles represented the latest technology in long-range, rapid firing weaponry. Already skilled marksmen, the buffalo hunters used the rifles to deadly effect, decimating the warriors before they came close enough even to return effective fire. On the second day of the siege, one hunter reportedly hit an Indian warrior at a distance of eight-tenths of a mile.

Despite their overwhelmingly superior numbers, after three days the Indians concluded that Adobe Walls could not be taken and withdrew. The defenders had lost only four men in the attack, and they later estimated that the Indians had lost 13. Enraged by their defeat, several Indian bands subsequently took their revenge on poorly defended targets. Fearful settlers demanded military protection, leading to the outbreak of the Red River War. By the time the war ended in 1875, the Commanche and Kiowa had been badly beaten and Indian resistance on the Southern Plains had effectively collapsed.

Here is another case where the technology of the day won the battle against superior numbers and beat the odds. Doesn't matter that the reason for the clash was another case of treaty violation which was and is common place for the PTB.

Coffee in the kitchen one more time. Rain is still hanging around.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

What Really Happened...?

Ever notice how the PTB always seems to have a ready answer or explanation when something unusual happens somewhere?

It happens more than we can imagine. Not only here is the states, but all over the world. Here is an example of what I'm talking about...from Wales, of all places!

The Berwyn Mountain Incident




Photo credit: abovetopsecret.com

In January 1974, many reports were received of an enormous bang, tremors that shook the Earth, and a blazing light above the Berwyn Mountains in Wales. As many left their homes when they felt the tremor, they saw a blinding light on the mountainside.

Some people thought that a plane had crashed into the mountain. However, others described the light as a “pulsating orange-and-red glow.” When police searched the area, nothing was found, leading certain people to believe that a UFO crash had been covered up.

According to the official explanation, a meteorite had coincidentally crashed into Earth when an earthquake occurred. While this seems logical, many skeptics continue to believe that something else took place on the mountain that night.

I find it a bit strange that this sort of thing continues to happen even today. Sure makes a lot of coincidences, if you believe in that sort of thing.

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. Showers are expected again!

Monday, June 26, 2017

Strange Sickness For Monday Mystery...!

From time to time Mother Nature throws a true mystery at us that we just can't figure out.

Such was the case after a meteorite strike near Caracas, Peru and the resulting illnesses afterwards. Villagers and law enforcement officers alike were taken ill when attempting to discover more about this strange occurrence.

Meteorite Sickness



On September 15, 2007, residents of Caracas in Southern Peru, near the Bolivian border reported a massive explosion that rocked the village moments after a fireball appeared in the sky. Soon after, boiling water and steam emerged from the crater formed by the meteorite impact, and a strange smell appeared in the area. Over 200 villagers reported illness, and numerous animals in the village died. Government inspectors and police officers arrived in the area of the impact crater, but were taken ill as well, suffering vomiting. A state of emergency was then declared. Speculation points towards a bizarre reaction of Arsenic, Sulfur bearing rocks and groundwater with the meteorite, causing the village to be bathed in a chemical soup of rapidly forming volatile chemicals at the impact site. It has also been suggested that the Earth’s atmosphere failed to provide protection due to the elevation of the impact.

The article is from Listverse, but it doesn't say how long the illness remained, or how long the mysterious fumes were present. Hopefully it is gone by now and things are back to normal.

Coffee out o the patio this morning. Gotta go in for a check-up at VA later, but there is always time for coffee!

Sunday, June 25, 2017

No Post Today...!

I'm taking the day off. so there won't be any post today...OK? OK! Sorry if you wasted your time , but I need the day off today. Help yourself to the coffee though. You know where it is, right?

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Hiding In Plain Sight...!

Animals have some very unique ways of hiding in plain sight when they want to. They can, for lack of a better term, become invisible!

Often it may just blending in with their surroundings, hiding in hard to see spots, or even covering themselves with whatever is handy. Here are just a few examples of what I'm talking about!

Spring Attack



Even in our best ghillie suits, to animals, most humans still look like big, bumbling primates pounding through the woods. In other words, they can usually see us coming a mile away. In contrast, many animals are masters of disguise, which they can use to either hide or hunt without detection.

Setting aside the myriad of ocean animals that blend in perfectly with their surroundings, there are plenty of land animals like owls, moths, snakes, lions, insects and more that can make themselves invisible. Perhaps the most impressive display of camouflage is the leaf insect, which looks so astoundingly like a leaf it could easily fool anyone. They even have brown spots and areas that look like bites or wilts to make them appear more authentic, and when it walks, it moves side to side like a leaf rustling in the wind.

But by far, the most repulsive form of camouflage is that of the bird dropping spider, which disguises itself by looking like, yep you guessed it . . . poop. In particular: bird poop. Creatures that like eating feces are few and far between, so this spider stays relatively safe by hanging out in the trees all day waiting for unsuspecting moths to pass by (they release a pheromone that mimics the scent of female moths).

It’s obvious how concealed animals like lions and snakes could pose a threat to humans, but a swarm of otherwise harmless leaf insects could participate in our destruction as well. Could you imagine a tree full of leaves suddenly coming alive? Such an event would startle any human and give other, more dangerous animals time to launch a spring attack.

Yep, I'd say that if animals ever decided to team up and attack us, we would be in some deep sh**, for sure. Hard to defend against something if you can't see it!

Coffee out on the patio this morning where it's hot and muggy!

Friday, June 23, 2017

Murder Story For Freaky Friday...!

This story comes all the way from Tokyo, which in itself is unusual.

Lots of questions arise when you hear the story of this murder, none of which I can answer, I'm afraid. The whole thing is almost unbelievable, if you ask me.

Murder of Junko Furuta



Photo Credit: Find a Grave

Seventeen-year-old Junko Furuta was heading home from school on November 25, 1988, when four of her male classmates abducted her and held her captive in Adachi, Tokyo. There, Furuta was tortured, beaten, and raped by her classmates. The house Furuta was held in belonged to the parents of one of the boys and she would often beg the adults to help her, but both parents were deathly afraid of what their son would do to them should they intervene.

For 44 hellish days, Furuta was held captive. She attempted to escape multiple times but each attempt ended in failure. Malnourished, she eventually succumbed to her injuries. After her death, the four boys found a large oil drum; they dumped her corpse inside and filled the drum with concrete. All four boys were eventually arrested and charged with the crime, but none received the life sentence they clearly deserved.

I can't imagine a parent being so afraid of their child that they would allow this kind of behavior in their home. I hope that the parents were punished as accesories, at least!

Coffee in the kitchen once again. Still some rain outside.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Ray Spider And It's Slingshot Web...!

I did a post here while back about a spitting spider, but this guy beats the spitter all to pieces.

Using a spider silk slingshot, he traps his prey while they fly by. Pretty neat trick, considering that the spider just senses when it's prey is starting to fly by. How he does that is still unknown, but it works pretty well!

The Ray Spider’s Slingshot Web



Photo credit: Akio Tanikawa

We’ve known about ray spiders for nearly a century, but little research has been done on them. The few species that we do know about are found all over the world, so it’s no surprise that this little Amazonian acrobat escaped the attention of mainstream science for so long. It’s been tentatively identified as the Naatlo splendida species by the graduate student who first observed it, but nobody’s quite sure about that, either.

What they are sure about is that the thing can put on a heck of a show. Rather than sit in its web and wait for insects to fly into it—like most web spinners—this ray spider has turned its web into a slingshot net that can nab insects out of the air.

The spider first spins its web like normal, but then it attaches a secondary string to a rock or branch behind the web. When the spider sits in the center of the web and reels in the string, the web stretches back like a rubber band. Whenever the spider senses an insect approaching (nobody’s figured out how it does that yet), the spider releases the string and shoots the web—with the spider still attached—into the oncoming insect.

The slingshot web is only about the width of a man’s palm, but that seems to be perfect for catching mosquitoes, which usually fly too slowly to stick to a spider’s web.

There is a video on YouTube that shows the slingshot web in action, if you want to see it. Just search for Ray Spider!

Better have our coffee inside today as the rain from the tropical storm in the Gulf is getting pretty wet!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Joe Meek On Western Wednesday...!

Not many of the well known mountain men realized that the lifestyle they loved so much was slowly coming to an end. Not so in the case of Joe Meek.

Not only did he see the end coming, but took action to create another lifestyle where he could not only prosper, but carry on in much the same manner as before. He must have been quite the character.

1875
Mountain man Joe Meek dies

A skilled practitioner of the frontier art of the tall tale, the mountain man Joe Meek dies on his farm in Oregon. His life was nearly as adventurous as his stories claimed.

Born in Virginia in 1810, Meek was a friendly and relentlessly good-humored young man, but he had too much rambunctious energy to do well in school. At 16 years old, the illiterate Meek moved west to join two of his brothers in Missouri. In subsequent years, he taught himself to read and write, but his spelling and grammar remained highly original throughout his life.

In early 1829, Meek joined William Sublette’s ambitious expedition to begin fur trading in the Far West. For the next decade, Meek traveled throughout the West, reveling in the adventure and independence of the mountain man life. At 6 feet, 2 inches tall, the heavily bearded Meek became a favorite character at the annual mountain-men rendezvous, where he regaled his companions with humorous and often exaggerated stories of his wilderness adventures. A renowned grizzly hunter, Meek claimed he liked to “count coup” on the dangerous animals before killing them, a variation on a Native American practice in which they shamed a live human enemy by tapping them with a long stick. Meek also told a story in which he claimed to have wrestled an attacking grizzly with his bare hands before finally sinking a tomahawk into its brain.

Over the years, Meek established good relations with many Native Americans, and he married three Indian women, including the daughter of a Nez Perce chief. Nonetheless, he also frequently fought with tribes who were hostile to the incursion of the mountain men into their territories. In the spring of 1837, Meek was nearly killed by a Blackfeet warrior who was taking aim with his bow while Meek tried to reload his Hawken rifle. Luckily for Meek, the warrior dropped his first arrow while drawing the bow, and the mountain man had time to reload and shoot.

In 1840, Meek recognized that the golden era of the free trappers was ending. Joining with another mountain man, Meek and his third wife guided one of the first wagon trains to cross the Rockies on the Oregon Trail. Meek settled in the lush Willamette Valley of western Oregon, became a farmer, and actively encouraged other Americans to join him. In 1847, Meek led a delegation to Washington, D.C., asking for military protection from Indian attacks and territorial status for Oregon. Though he arrived “ragged, dirty, and lousy,” Meek became something of a celebrity in the capitol. Easterners relished the boisterous good humor Meek showed in proclaiming himself the “envoy extraordinary and minister plenipotentiary from the Republic of Oregon to the Court of the United States.” Congress responded by making Oregon an official American territory and Meek became a U.S. marshal.

Meek returned to Oregon and became heavily involved in politics, eventually helping to found the Oregon Republican Party. He later retired to his farm, where he died on this day at the age of 65.

It would have been fun to hear a few of the tales ol' Joe told, don't ya think? Good story tellers are hard to find now days...except in Washington, of course.

Coffee out on the patio this morning.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Story Of Kilroy...!

How much do we really know about how some fads got started? Some of them...not so much.

When you study fads like Kilroy, for instance, the history is more rich than you might think. That's the case with many fads and we should try and learn where more of these long lasting fads came from, in my opinon.

Kilroy Was Here



Photo credit: Luis Rubio

A war might be a strange source for fads, but soldiers need some way to entertain themselves, too. That is why “Kilroy was here” appeared during World War II. The piece of graffiti showed a bald man with a long nose sticking his head over a wall. It was simple, easy to draw, and lighthearted enough to become a popular recurring joke that endured even once the war was over.

Although Kilroy was firmly associated with America GIs, it was inspired by an older British drawing known as Mr. Chad. Chad, allegedly the 1938 creation of British cartoonist George Chatterton, also poked his bald head over the wall and said “Wot? No tea?” (Tea was substituted with sugar, tobacco, or whatever else was in short supply.)

By the end of the war, there were thousands of “Kilroy was here” drawings all over Europe and America, so this was clearly the work of thousands of soldiers, not just one guy bored out of his mind. But was there ever a real Kilroy? More than one person came forward as the real Kilroy, but the generally accepted origin is one James J. Kilroy, a shipyard inspector during the war. He had a habit of scribbling “Kilroy was here” in crayon on ships that passed inspection. In 1946, the Transit Company of America held a contest to find the real Kilroy, and James provided them with enough evidence to claim the prize, his very own trolley car.

Kilroy has had an interesting history, as have other fads. I'm sure that new ones will pop up all around us before long. Seems to be one of those things we are really good at for some reason.

Coffee out on the patio this morning. There may be a tropical storm headed our way, though.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Missing Flight For Monday Mystery...!

We don't often have a mystery involving planes as much as we do boats and ships, so today lets fix that.

This one is different due to the fact that when the plane went down, it's location was known. But then, it disappeared. How strange is that? Here is the story about this missing flight.

Transatlantic C-124 Flight



Photo credit: Walker Aviation Museum

This is a strange one. On the late afternoon of March 23, 1951, a US Air Force Douglas C-124 Globemaster II on its way to England ditched into the ocean. An explosion in the cargo hold and the ensuing fire forced the pilots to put the plane down in the Atlantic, a few hundred miles from Ireland. The exact location was radioed by the pilots, and the ditching itself was successful.

The 53 passengers and crew aboard the flight donned life preservers and climbed aboard well-equipped emergency rafts. A B-29 had already been en route with the intention of aiding the plane in its navigation to the nearest airfield. When it arrived at the location transmitted by the pilots, the crew of the B-29 observed the passengers and crew in their rafts. It seemed everyone was okay.

The B-29 then had to return to base, as it was running low on fuel. However, when rescue crews arrived, the plane and the stricken passengers had all disappeared without a trace. All that was left was a piece of charred plywood and a briefcase. Nobody knows what happened in those hours while help was on the way.

It just seems strange to me that in the time it probably took for the rescue plane to refuel, the downed plane and the passengers just vanished. Plenty of things could have happened, I guess, but it still seems strange to me.

Coffee out on the patio this morning, while it's still sort of cool.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Cartoons For Father's Day...!

This isn't a typical Sunday...it's Father's Day. What does that mean, you ask? Cartoons, of course!







And maybe just one more...

Well, that's all. I hope that all you Fathers out there have a very good day. Just remember to say something nice to your Dad is he is still around, OK?

Let's have coffee out on the patio again this morning!

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Remember This Place...?

There are a few towns right here in our great country that have had some really terrible disasters befall them, and most have never recovered.

The town mentioned here, Centralia, is one I'm sure you must have heard about before. Fire has been raging underground there for many years and, as of yet, no one has any idea on how to stop it.

Centralia, Pennsylvania



In 1962, officials decided to burn a huge pile of trash at Centralia’s dump. Unfortunately, the town’s dump—and much of the town—was located on top of an abandoned coal mine. After the fire had consumed the trash, it ignited the leftover coal.

The fire began to spread throughout the mines. Carbon monoxide started to seep up from the ground, and people began losing consciousness in their homes. Sinkholes and cracks appeared throughout the town. After a 12-year-old boy fell into a burning sinkhole in the 1980s—he survived—authorities intensified their efforts to douse the fire. Nothing worked. The government realized that they could not stop the fire, and they relocated the residents.

Today, the town is nearly abandoned, and the fire still burns. The fire has consumed much of the mines: it destroyed all of the mine’s timbers and bracing. Parts of the mine could collapse at any moment, which makes the ground above dangerous to walk on. Even Centralia’s air is deadly. Sulfurous steam blows out of hundreds of fissures and holes in the mud. The gases poison the air, and they can suffocate a person.

There is a list of other toxic ghost towns, many here in the states, over on Listverse if you would like to take a look.

Coffee is gonna be out on the patio again. Soon we'll have to go inside due to the heat and the humidity.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Wrong Punishment On Freaky Friday...!

England was very, very strict about their policies in regards to thefts in the old days. Age and the actual crime didn't seem to figure into things at all.

Michael Hammond



The English in 1708 were quite serious about hanging people for their crimes, no matter what the crime or the age of the person committing it. This lack of compassion, in addition to their issues with theft, led to the hanging of seven-year-old Michael Hammond and his 11-year-old sister, Ann.

King’s Lynn resident Michael is the youngest recorded person to be hanged for a felony offense, and his crime was reportedly stealing a loaf of bread. There’s no denying that stealing is wrong, but no one seemed to take into account during his trial or public hanging that the thief was only a young child.

I'm thinking that taking the kids out behind the shed for a good spanking would have been punishment enough for stealing a loaf of bread. Hanging a 7 year old seems a bit much to me!

Coffee out on the patio this morning.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

It's Karma, I Tell Ya...!

How many times do we read about someone getting a taste of some good Karma? Not often enough, that's for sure.

James Harrison Donated Blood And Saved Two Million Babies



Photo credit: Kate Geraghty

When James Harrison was 14 years old, he nearly died. It took a major chest operation to save his life. The surgeons had to remove one of his lungs, allowing 2 liters (0.5 gal) of blood leave his body in the process. He only survived, Harrison understood, because people he’d never met had donated the blood that now filled his body—and he wanted to do that for someone else.

Harrison resolved that, as soon as he was old enough, he would donate blood as often as he could. He went through with it, donating his first pint of blood on his 18th birthday.

Doctors started to realize, though, that Harrison’s blood was unusual. It had antibodies that were basically the cure for rhesus disease, a blood disorder that can cause babies to be born with crippling brain damage or even die.

They asked Harrison to donate plasma regularly and let them run tests, and he agreed. His blood became the cure. Harrison, now in his seventies, has saved the lives of more than two million babies.

He didn’t just save stranger’s lives, though. When his own daughter, Tracey, became pregnant, she was diagnosed as being at risk for rhesus disease. Harrison’s blood donations ensured that her baby was born safely. Because he donated blood when he was 18, James Harrison was able to become a grandfather.

People like this are true heroes, that's for sure. Anyone that voluntarily gives blood, gives life! That's my opinion, anyway.

Coffee out on the patio again this morning. Think of it as a caffeine transfusion!

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Queho On Western Wednesday...!

Here is a tale about an outlaw that was used as a Boogeyman for kids back in the Old West days. He went by the name of Queho.

Queho



Queho was an enigmatic figure who wavered between serial killer, boogeyman, and scapegoat. Not much is known about his early life—or his life at all, really. He was born sometime in the 1880s, the child of a Native American mother and an unknown father. His mixed heritage made him an outsider from the beginning.

His first experience with murder was said to have been when he killed his brother, Avote, for killing another man. He left his home in Colorado and headed to Las Vegas, still a blossoming frontier town, sometime around 1910. It was there that he was completely corrupted by whiskey, and it wasn’t long after that his name was used to scare children into being good and dragged up in association with unsolved murders.

Within a few years, any mysterious miner death was being ascribed to Queho. He soon had a $2,000 bounty on his head and wisely dropped out of sight.

In February 1940, a mummified corpse was found in a cave not far from Hoover Dam. Based on its double row of teeth it was declared to be the elusive Queho. His remains traveled around for a while, used as the centerpiece of a Las Vegas Elks replica of his cave and later stolen, scattered, then recovered. He was finally buried, but it’s still unclear whether he was guilty, falsely accused, or perhaps a combination of the two.

Sounds to me like it didn't take much to make Queho into the boogeyman. He probably fit right in as a scary figure.

Coffee out on the patio this morning, but be warned...it's gonna be a hot one!

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Space Can Be Strange...!

Just when you thought that space wasn't much of a mystery anymore, along comes this little tidbit. There is a Bermuda Triangle type area out there as well!

Now not only do the folks at NASA know about it, but certain precautions are made to avoid the area. Better read the article for yourself to understand it.

South Atlantic Anomaly



Did you ever wonder if there was a Bermuda Triangle in Space? No? Well you’re probably wondering it now, and you’re in luck! Because there totally is, and it’s called the South Atlantic Anomaly. The SAA is the area where the band of radiation known as Earth’s inner Van Allen belt comes closest to the Earth’s surface.

It’s an area centered just a bit off the coast of Brazil, and it’s responsible for numerous problems with satellites and spacecraft, from messing up their programs to actually shutting down their function. The Hubble Telescope is actually turned off from taking observations when passing through the Anomaly, and the International Space Station avoids scheduling spacewalks when passing through it (which happens up to 5 times a day). It’s not just technical problems, either—some astronauts report seeing “shooting stars” in their visual field as they pass through.

The cause of all these problems isn’t fully understood. The main suspect is the high levels of radiation that accumulate at the anomaly, but scientists aren’t sure exactly how or why the effects occur. So let’s just pin this one on aliens.

Pretty strange, don't you think? I think I'm fine not really knowing the cause of this. As they say...Ignorance Is Bliss!

Coffee out on the patio one more time. Hot weather is coming!

Monday, June 12, 2017

The Three Hares On Monday Mystery...!

Once in a while, a symbol shows up from all over the ancient world, with no clear origin or meaning.

Judging the distances the images seem to have traveled, one can only guess at why they were considered so important. This is a case that has been studied for a very long time and as of yet, no solid answers have been agreed on.

The Three Hares



Photo credit: Ji-Elle, Ti’Michel

The Three Hares symbol itself is relatively simple. Three hares or rabbits are arranged in a rough triangle so that each appears to have two ears, even though there are only three ears in the design.

The design appears in ancient Buddhist cave temples and on Sui dynasty textiles made in the seventh and eighth centuries. It’s carved into medieval English churches and inscribed on Mongol coins from the era of Genghis Khan. It appears in historic Ukrainian synagogues and the cathedrals of France and Germany.

It’s not clear how the symbol became so popular or traveled so far, and there’s no agreement on what it’s supposed to represent. It may have originated in ancient Persia, where it was particularly popular. But that’s just a conjecture, and the story of the Three Hares looks set to remain a mystery

One more mystery from long ago that we still don't have a clue as to it's clear origin or meaning. You ust have to love a mystery like this!

Coffee out on the patio again today. Hope you don't mind...

Sunday, June 11, 2017

'Toon Time Cause It's Sunday...!

Here it is...another Sunday already. Of course, that means cartoons here at the Hermit's, right? Right!







And maybe one more...



Ok...that's all for this morning. Go out and enjoy some sunshine!

Coffee out on the patio this morning!

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Tom Ogle And His Carburetor...!

Ever notice how someone can come up with an invention that would really benefit mankind, only to have that invention blocked at every twist and turn by the PTB? That seems to be what happened to an inventor named Tom Ogle. Here's part of his story...

The Ogle Carburetor



Photo credit: craveonline.com

Everyone would like to get more mileage per fill-up, and some of the more recent hybrid cars have been able to do a great job of getting you farther with less gas. Unfortunately, we have yet to attain anything quite like the documented successes of mechanic Tom Ogle.

In the 1970s, this inventor created a new type of carburetor, the likes of which had never been seen. Much like today, gas and oil companies back then had a monopoly in the market. Although Ogle’s carburetor was tested and shown to travel up to 48 kilometers per liter (113 mpg), his invention was never produced commercially.

The revolutionary component worked by pressurizing gasoline into a vapor cloud, which was then injected into the firing chambers. Licensing setbacks and hurdles ensured that the carburetor was never mass-produced for use in vehicles, and Ogle died with its design information.

Does anyone besides me find it interesting that folks like Tom, who was blocked by forces we can only guess at, ended up dying with their design secrets unshared? Sadly, this happens more often than we might like to admit. After all, look what happened to Tesla and his design for free energy for all!

Coffee out on the patio again this morning!

Friday, June 9, 2017

Gut Fermentation For Freaky Friday...!

Here is a medical condition that you could have and not even know it. It could get you in a major bunch of trouble, though. Having it could even lead to you having an accident.

The Walking Brewery

Outside of Buffalo, New York, in 2015, police arrested a female motorist on suspicion of driving while intoxicated, with good reason: Her speech was slurred, she smelled of alcohol, and she had been weaving all over the road. She was found to have a blood alcohol content over four times the legal limit. But when the case was brought before a judge, the charge of aggravated driving while intoxicated was promptly dismissed—after evidence was heard that the woman’s body produces alcohol on its own.

The condition, known as Auto Brewery Syndrome or Gut Fermentation Syndrome, is nowhere near as fun as it sounds. Those affected must closely monitor their diets, as breads and other carbohydrates are most likely to produce the undesired side effect—in which some patients skip the “drunk” part and go directly to “terribly hung over.” Amazingly, the woman had had a few earlier in the day (not nearly enough to result in her titanic blood alcohol level) and had somehow not known she was afflicted with her condition until her lawyer’s research brought its existence to light.

I can only imagine how shocked the lady must have been to find out she has this condition, but she had to be pleased to some extent, as well. Thank goodness she had a lawyer that dug deep enough to find this condition and bring it to the attention of the court.

Coffee outside again this morning...OK?

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Want More Milk? Name The Cow...!

This story just shows how naming the animals around us can be more satisfying both to the animal and beneficial to us humans. I reckon every farm that was dependent on a milk cow already knew this.

My Aunt Blanche had a cow that came when she was called by name. The cow was almost treated like a member of the family and was even sang to while being milked. It was soothing to her, I reckon.

Cows With Names Produce More Milk



Dairy farmers could potentially increase their incomes with one simple but weird trick—give their cows names. A scientific study published in Anthrozoos suggested that cows with names produce more milk than their nameless counterparts.

This bizarre study was conducted by Drs. Catherine Douglas and Peter Rowlinson of Newcastle University, and it involved over 500 dairy farmers from the United Kingdom.

On average, cows produce 7,500 liters (2,000 gal) of milk over a period of 10 months. But Douglas and Rowlinson discovered that cows with names produced 260 liters (70 gal) more.

Many dairy farmers have long suspected that giving their cattle some “one-to-one attention” increases milk production, but this research was the first that tried to prove it scientifically. According to the study, cows that are herded as a group also produce less milk.

Doubting these facts? Speak your pet's name and watch their reaction. They can recognise it, even if spoken quietly. Animals respond favorably when treated kindly as do most people, ya know?

Coffee out on the patio again this morning!

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

William Quantrill For Western Wednesday...!

Sometimes we forget that all the well known bad men in the early days had mentors of some kind to show them the road to perdition, as it were.

Quantrill was more than happy to teach his murderous ways to all that would learn, evidently. Some say that no man is born evil, but perhaps Quantrill was the exception!

1865
William Quantrill killed by Union soldiers

William Quantrill, the man who gave Frank and Jesse James their first education in killing, dies from wounds sustained in a skirmish with Union soldiers in Kentucky.

Born and raised in Ohio, Quantrill was involved in a number of shady enterprises in Utah and Kansas during his teens. In his early 20s, he fled to Missouri, where he became a strong supporter of pro-slavery settlers in their sometimes-violent conflict with their antislavery neighbors. When the Civil War broke out in 1861, the 24-year-old Quantrill became the leader of an irregular force of Confederate soldiers that became known as Quantrill’s Raiders.

By 1862, Union forces had established control over Missouri, but Quantrill’s Raiders continued to harass the northern army and unguarded pro-Union towns over the next three years. Quantrill and other guerrilla leaders recruited their soldiers from Confederate sympathizers who resented what they saw as the unfairly harsh Union rule of their state. Among those who joined him was a 20-year-old farm kid named Frank James. His younger brother, Jesse, joined an allied guerrilla force a year later.

In August 1863, Frank James was with Quantrill when he led a savage attack on the largely defenseless town of Lawrence, Kansas. Angered that the townspeople had allowed Lawrence to be used as a sporadic base for Union soldiers, Quantrill and his guerrillas shot every man and boy they saw. After killing at least 150 male civilians, the raiders set the town on fire.

In May 1865, Quantrill was badly wounded in a skirmish with Union forces, and he died on this day in 1865. Since Quantrill’s men were guerillas rather than legitimate soldiers, they were denied the general amnesty given to the Confederate army after the war ended. Some, like Frank and Jesse James, took this as an excuse to become criminals and bank robbers.

It doesn't seem to take much for some folks to adopt the ways of the Lawless. Often the path to wrong-doing is just too enticing to ignore. Whatever personal needs were satisfied by following such a path remains a mystery to most of us.

Coffee out on the patio this morning!