A New Life In A New Land, Chapter 10 … A CAT, A RAT AND A NEW BORN SON, Part 2

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Caliope’s long reach gave her a big advantage in her fight-to-the-death struggle with the rat. But he was simply to big for her to bring down. Soon the fray turned into a bizarre boxing match in which she’d thrust, jab and … Continue reading

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A New Life In A New Land, Chapter 9 … A CAT, A RAT AND A NEW BORN SON, Part 1

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Moments come like snowflakes falling in a vast, dark forest. A few of these flakes freeze and hang suspended on limbs and shrubs, frozen as memories that linger long after the deed that created them has passed. We all have … Continue reading

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The Richest Man in Lacey

I’ve got plenty of nothing, and nothing’s got plenty of me!

Numerals and cyphers. That’s your money. Nothing more. At one time precious metals and glittering stones did the job, but now it’s numerals and cyphers … which are just as valuable as gold or rubies or silver or diamonds, at least according to a small group of savvy economists in DC.

Those financial wizards work at a bank called The Fed and meet periodically to decide how much money to print, after which they issue wallet sized bills with numerals, cyphers, images of dead politicians and great pyramids topped with a giant eye.

Nowadays there’s cyber money too. It floats somewhere in a binary cloud and consists of repeating patterns of “ones” and “zeros” … which is a bit ironic when you thing about it, for numbers on paper or in a cloud have less intrinsic value than a box of Kleenex.

But we believe in these DC gurus. It’s could be likened to mass hypnosis, but it seems to work pretty well for most of us … but not quite for all of us. Some of us get things all mixed up and fail to realize that the only time these numerals and cyphers do any good or have any real value is when they move.

That’s when they fill grocery carts, pay mortgages, buy cars, educate kids, feed governments, do charitable work, fund retirements and take us places, entertain us and support any number of other pleasurable activities.

With movement those numerals and cyphers actually do … both for yourself and your fellow citizens. In the final analysis it’s a bargain, one that binds us together, those of us who keep our incoming and outgoing numbers in some sort of equilibrium … but, alas, some of us can’t quite get with the program.

Your numerals and cyphers or your life!

Take Rob Flowers of Lacey for example. Rob grew up poor as a hard-working roughneck in the oilfields of Pennsylvania. He didn’t have any spare time for typical teen pursuits or pleasures … but he did manage to find one amusement that pleased him to no end.

“I was the youngest, scruffiest, dirtiest guy who’d walk into the bank on payday,” he recounted with a grin and a hearty chuckle “but I had a bigger check than anyone else in the place!”

That probably explains why later in life, after creating a big development company active in most states of the union and amassing a fortune of hundreds of millions of US numerals and cyphers, he drove a beat-up car, failed to maintain his beautiful house with its picture-postcard view, forbade his wife to buy new furniture or a new tv, sat in a corner during family gatherings on holidays rummaging through deal numbers and scenarios, held staff meetings at McDonald’s and decorated his Christmas tree with toys from their kids meals.

He never quite outgrew the fun he had walking in, looking like a bum, and having more money than anyone else in the bank … in fact, he owned a bank. He’d stride into it cocky, cheerful and enthusiastic, like a bantam rooster ready to roll. He was likable, quite likable.

However Rob had a dark side when it came to numerals and cyphers. Early in his career Rob deduced that if everyone was happy with a deal, he’d left some money on the table. He soon found that he if could change a deal at the last minute he could pocket all that leftover money … which he usually did. At such times a different Rob would emerge, a robotic Rob whose voice sounded mechanical as if coming from someone else.

Here lay all your numerals and cyphers!

Consequently honest men, who’d organized their lives around an agreed upon a deal, found Rob’s last minute squeeze put them in a most unpleasant vise. His “take it or leave it” methodology resulted in a string of monetary victories that made him the richest man in Lacey … and among the least liked.

In the end Rob managed to alienate virtually all of the civic and political elite in Lacey, not to mention his own sister and her family. When it came down to money, Rob was not only parsimonious, he was just plain mean.

And when it came to charity, Rob was truant … a ghost, an apparition, a miserly pinchpenny whose single charitable contribution came late in life when he bought new uniforms for the financially strapped North Thurston High School marching band.

But when he died the band didn’t march for him. There were no speeches or tributes or civic honors or parks named in his honor. Fact is, most people didn’t even know, or care, that he was dead … and more than a few celebrated his passing.

I don’t know the make, model and year of the coffin they buried Rob in, but I think a plain pine box would have befit the richest man in Lacey who, when put to eternal rest, had more numerals and cyphers than anyone else in the place.



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When Telephone Lines Last Came to Lacey

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Pacific Northwest Bell (PNB) executives asserted it, Daily Olympian journalists investigated it and the State of Washington’s Department of General Administration (GA) confirmed it … the reason the state didn’t lease office space in Lacey was that it cost a … Continue reading

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Byron Nelson on Choking, Confidence and Faith

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We hadn’t expected to see any spectators on the tenth tee that fine April morning in 1994 or, for that matter, on any morning! But there they stood, an older gentlemen and a good looking younger woman like a couple … Continue reading

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A Divine Wind Whispers

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He smoked non-stop. He drank coffee non-stop. He headed-up leasing for the State of Washington. He was important to me, and I’d learned long ago that if you wanted to meet Hal, you met him in a coffee shop. He was … Continue reading

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The Day Don Bombed the Japanese

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When first we met he growled at me. This was the first (and last) multiple martini lunch of my career, but not Don’s. During his day the martini lunch was almost a ritual, part of a businessman’s normal routine. I was … Continue reading

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