Oz iPainting

This is an iPainting dedicated to one of my Wife’s favorite childhood memories. We call it Oz.

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Cambridge’s: It Trumps Two Sacks Of Wheat

Winston remembered being heartbroken when he and his friend Chester arrived at the McCalister house. The initial announcement of the gift to her Grandmother was welcomed, but as they were carrying it up the steps, the strap tore. The clock went backwards, placing a huge hole in the back of the clock.

“That is when my son, I learned the amazing spirit of your Grandmother and Great Grandmother.  They could see that I was really disappointed.  Your Mother wasn’t home yet, so they went to work.  The two of them fixed the clock in a few minutes with a small cloth glued to the outside of the back of it.  It took a little longer to repair me.”

“They pumped me with tea and cookies, and talked about how wonderful the gift was.  ‘Ashley is sure to love it.'” Winston could see that day as clearly as crystal.  What he didn’t learn until some time after the Wedding was what happened next.

Ashley didn’t care for the expensive gift so much as the three of them had hoped.  “Mother, indeed, it’s presumptuous for a man that I’ve never spent ten minutes with to buy me an expensive gift.”  Her Mother stifled a laugh.  “Your Father brought my Father two bags of flour, you remember Granddad was a farmer, and asked if he could date me.   That clock, well, it trumps two sacks of wheat! Then I was informed we were going out.  It wasn’t presumptuous, it was nervousness.”

Now Grandmother laughed, “Ashley dear, Men are talkative, strong, and courageous until a pretty head turns them.  You turned young Mr. Cambridge in your direction, don’t expect him to know how to address you at first.  You have to give him time.”

“He will learn, but you, like every woman before you, has to be patient with them.  He’ll wait for you, you must wait for him.  You see, God intended it this way, love isn’t only about romance, it’s about instruction.  You spend the rest of your lives learning about the person you love.”

“Grandmother, Mother, you act like I’m going to marry this stranger.  I do not intend to marry anyone until I’m at least 25!”  They were married the next spring, and were still madly in love.  Their courtship though was very rocky, especially the next 72 hours after the clock arrived.

It’s not often that the woman you intend to marry backs over you with a refrigerator.  Find out how and why in our next installment of Cambridge’s.

New Acrylics

My Wife encouraged me to start painting with real acrylics again. Here are my first two acrylic paintings in years. What do you think?

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140 Mile Stretch: Smoke And Mirrors

Meyer Coppolini was a magician, perhaps the greatest magician that Tom had ever known.  He had been a friend, and teacher for a much younger Thomas.
Meyer would know nothing of this type of adventures.  What he did understand was misdirection and strategy.  Meyer had been a soldier as well as being a magician.   He could read people’s intentions easily.
He had retired to Florida, but Tom could reach him by phone.  “Mr. Coppolini, you won’t remember me, but I was a student of yours.  I need to ask a question.”
“Thomas, you sound a little horse, but I recognize your voice.  How can I help you?”  Tom thought, he thanks he’s talking to a younger me.  “I think someone is playing a trick on me.  I think they are using misdirection.  What would you say about a man who walks in expensive clothes, well to do everywhere, but has a badly dyed head of hair?”
Meyer smiled, “I would say two things.  Either, you know him and he is trying to mask his identity.  Or he is not as rich as he may want to appear.  Clothes can be borrowed, much like coins.  Hair is a little harder to fake, not impossible, but harder.”
“Thank you Mr. Coppolini.  One more question, if that same person tried to focus your view in one direction, what direction would you look at?”  Coppolini laughed.  “Why, in exactly the opposite one.  Most would say that if a man points to his left hand, look at his right.  I say don’t look at either hand, that’s too easy.  Instead, look at his feet.  He is walking towards what he is pushing you away from.”
Tom thanked him and ended the call.  His words echoed through Tom’s head.  “He is walking towards what he is pushing you away from. The two words he used were family and power.  He wants me to focus on the family aspect, while he grabs for power.  Why?”
It hit him like a bolt of lightning.  “1918, He’s trying to get me to forget 1918.  That’s why he blocked us from getting there to start with.  Minnix wants me to think this goes back to the revolution, it doesn’t.  1918 is the key to it all.  When in 1918?”
Tom reviewed his mental notes.  He had crammed his head full of dates relating to 1918.  He stopped.  “It’s got to be, it’s brutal, but it has to be the answer.”  He rushed to Cameron’s room and knocked until he answered.
He started explaining as soon as he was inside.  “In 1918 The United States Post Office Department started the world’s third regular airmail service.  It ran between New York City, Philadelphia and Washington, D.C., that’s his strike zone.  It’s also why he’s trying to prevent us from getting there.  He just contacted me and tried to convince me it was about the 1790’s.”
“Why try and stop us, why not just make his move?”  Tom looked out the window and pointed.  “He can’t until that’s taken care of, and Minnix can’t take care of it, until he stops us.”

Crosby minus one


Sometimes your memory plays tricks on you. Like when you think an actor you like won two Oscars instead of one. Here is the updated version of “Crosby”.

The Italian Hatmaker: Reach Them First

“I did not think you were ugly.” Laura told her husband every time he recounted the story to his children in their cribs.  Now the children were much older, but her mind wondered back to that time often.  She did this as much as all parents do as their children grow bigger.  Laura smiled at the memory.  She thought his mustache had been ugly.  It was like a smear on his handsome face.

Once they were married, her first act was to shave it off.  Guiseppe never wore it or his beard again.  His face looked entirely different without it.  “Some men look grand with them, but you are not one of them.  You look incredible without it.”  That was the only persuasion it had taken.

This lead to the memory of what she was doing when the news of the escape came to her.  Laura turned red, embarrassed by her reaction.  That reaction was to laugh in the King Of England’s face.

“Laura, this isn’t funny.  Our entire plan hinges on these two!”  “Our plan?  This is not my plan.  This is your feeble attempt to hold on to the throne, I’m not concerned.” He never reacted in anger, so he left without speaking.

Laura looked at her servant Henri.  “Get a message to Paris.  Tell these two escapees to run.”  “Your Highness, why would they go to Paris? How would I find them?”  She looked frustrated.  “If anyone can find them you can.  Where will they go other than Paris?  It’s the closest port a stranger would migrate too.  It is there that they will meet the King’s Envoy.  You must reach them first before he does, now go!”