Writing for the Buzz

A local publisher offers opportunity for ancient content creator.

The buzz is a local paper, a broadsheet, with local and eclectic content. Its publisher is a local man who works to encourage community. BCV this was important. Clearly it is even more important now. The story of the worlds insect population collapse was under reported and yet very important. It tended to hide in the shadows where people store news that seems so remote its of no interest. The epidemics in far off China were hidden in these shadows as well….until they were not. I don’t expect the story of the canary in the environmental coal mine will get reported even when this crisis has abated. One thing at a time and then only when something kicks people squarely in the ass. An old wisdom comes to mind, “to the blind all things are sudden”. Distraction seems to be all.

Stuck inside but dealing with it

The author a few years ago in Cuenca Ecuador

I am an old guy on social security. I live in a shack in the woods of Maine. Being sort of a rural rustic (never a city person) I don’t miss crowds. In fact This past month of total isolation hasn’t seemed that far from normal. The several times a week travel to WalMart or the grocery were more for getting out than a real need to shop. Now someone else does my shopping. To add another twist (its never one thing at a time) I am in the middle of a weight loss program. I am both victim and admin on the diet. It’s working too. I am down fifty of the hundred pound target. September 2020 is the date for accomplishing that goal. The isolation might be helping it, not sure. Learning to make bread might seem contrary to the above but like many its something I’ve differed til now.

Never had a blog before

I believe this is my first blog. I have made many attempts over the years to publish my writing and drawing online but none of the attempts took root. With the high and seemingly universal praise for WordPress this might be the time I succeed.

The allied flyer indicated by the arrow almost totally obscures my father in the fall of 1944

How many people who’s parents were fighting in WW2 have photos of them being captured by the enemy. The photo above is of my dad minutes after the crew’s capture at Kiel in northern Germany in the fall of 1944. Their B17 had ditched in the Kiel canal near a German base. A quisling Dutch newspaper photographer happened to be there and documented the scene. After confiscating all their cigarettes the Germans started the fresh POWs on their journey to Luft Stalag 17 (yes, of Hogan’s Heros fame). When they walked out of that prison six months later roles were switched and their former guards were happy to become prisoners of the American Army. The only other option was capture by the Russians…not a healthy thing even for Russian soldiers and flyers.