Just Observing

Just Observing

Marvelous story written by a Spec Forces guy in Afghanistan, involving cows. http://sfalphageek.blogspot.com/ Won't talk about it cause don't want to ruin anybody's pleasure in reading it. That's not nice.

Blogger has the comments problem fixed. Really glad about that. Sure didn't take them long. Asked J to make some comment here and see if she could or would get that screen. At the time she did it, it worked, said there was one comment, but she checked and couldn't find it. Then, after a bit, I checked and there it was. So that's settled. Now I can forget about that business.

Realized this morn at breakfast on the hotel patio that I'd been calling Robert Crais' terrific new novel, The Invisible Man, when its title is The Forgotten Man.

Thinking about it, invisible would be forgotten in a way. I read once that when someone dies, they live until there is no one left who mentions their name and they are forgotten entirely. Then they truly cease to exist. Not before.

Which causes me to remember, when I was a teen, a girl named Marilyn. Marilyn struggled with a bad complexion and wore very thick glasses but had one hell of a body. So she met an Army guy home on leave....and he seduced her. Her first time. Away he went again, but they wrote constantly. She was madly in love, they were gonna be married, she was sure. He gets discharged, comes back, admits he was already married and it was over for them. About two weeks later, I learn that Marilyn had walked, one night, down the railroad tracks straight into an on-coming freight train. The engineer was incredibly upset. He said he'd tried to stop, blew his whistle, surely she saw his light, but she just kept coming....

She lives still, in my memory.
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