I started writing the Jack of Harts stories over a decade ago. One of the earlier visuals I wrote back then was that Republic of Texas warships flew the Texas flag over the American flag. Both the names and the visual were designed to give the reader the feel that the world of Jack was subtly different from our own. And this was not long after the story was introduced on a bass boat on a lake with a father and son fishing to show that this world was very much like our own. Even if it was three centuries in our future. This duality of like and unlike is something I have used in all the years since to further tell the Jack of Harts stories. And it has made them better than they would have been without either or both.
I’m an author, so I see stories. I imagine interesting ones. Imagine the leading Republican Presidential Candidate convicted of Crimes Against Democrats by Democrat juries in Democrat cities. Imagine the Democrats deciding that their leading Presidential Candidate is an incompetent criminal scumbag, so they replace him at the convention. Imagine the Democrat Presidential Candidate refusing to debate with the Republican Presidential Candidate because he’s a felon. Imagine Democrat election officials removing the Republican Presidential Candidate from the ballots because he’s a felon. In Jack of Harts, stuff like this caused America to fracture around 2050. I don’t want to see it in 2024. But imagine if we did…
My mom died a year ago. That has resulted in a number of changes in my life. One is my diet. Me and Mom ate together every day, and now that I’m buying food for me alone, I pick different things. I eat differently. I don’t eat as much fast or restaurant food. I prepare more of my own food now, and eat less stuff that is made by other people. I don’t add sugars and stuff like that. I feel healthier now. In my most recent blood test, all but one result was at noticeably better levels. And my body processes foods different now. If I eat out with friends on the weekends, my body can react badly to all the things in restaurant food that I just don’t normally eat anymore. It is the little things in life that can make changes one never expects.
I played an Alpha Strike Drafted For War tournament this weekend. We used the random BattleMech booster boxes to bring in a completely random set of BattleMechs for all players, and then we picked our armies from those available to us. We each ended up with a semi-random assortment of three BattleMechs that we used to put together a 150-point army to do battle with. It is delightfully fun and random and full of making do with what you get. It was an absolute blast, and I so very much plan to play the format again.
Dad was a Deacon at our Assembly of God as long as I remember. He organized food drives and clothing donations. Worked with the local Lions Club, Salvation Army and other charities. Fundraised for disaster relief missions. There were always people in need, whether locals or outsiders, and he made certain the whole town was ready to help as needed. I remember back in ’93, that was the Rio de Janeiro earthquake, Dad organized all the pickups in town to fly on down there full of disaster relief supplies. Yeah, we didn’t bring much compared to the big disaster relief ships, but we stuck around for a week helping dig people out and all the other things you have to do when the ground goes topsy-turvy. Dad made sure we helped there. A lot.
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