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Randall’s Ramblings, June 15, 2025

Randall Krzak

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers. Did you know there are several countries where father’s Day is celebrated on the third Sunday of June.  In addition to the United States, Canada, the United Kingdom, India, and Mexico celebrate today. The use of the third Sunday in June was inspired by a woman named Sonora Smart Dodd in 1910, who wanted to honour her father, a single parent who raised six children. She believed that just like Mother’s Day, fathers too deserved recognition. June was chosen because it was the birth month of Sonora’s father. compliments of https://www.fluorescentstudios.in/blogs/fluorescent-stories. I hope all fathers have an enjoyable day!

The past week has seen temperature in the upper eighties with high humidity. There has been thunderstorms and showers almost every day or evening; sometimes both. Unfortunately, the rain doesn’t seem to temper the humidity. Another thunderstorm is predicted for this afternoon. 

The Detroit Tigers continue their winning ways, with four wins and two loses this week, bringing their record to 46-26. As a result, they are now nine games ahead of second-place Minnesota in the American League’s Central Division. Keep going, Tigers!

“Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.” – Barbara Kingsolver. Compliments of https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/55-motivational-writing-quotes

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on June 15th, the twenty-fourth Sunday of 2025 and the third one in June. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Hiob Ludolf, German orientalist (Historia Aethiopica, Grammatica Aethiopica); François-Xavier Garneau, French Canadian notary, poet, and historian (Histoire du Canada / History of Canada; Konstantin Balmont, Russian writer; Ramon Lopez Velarde, Mexican poet (La Sangre Devota); Wilbert Awdry, British Anglican cleric and children’s writer (Thomas the Tank Engine); Cees Bantzinger, Dutch cartoonist and illustrator; Hilda Terry [Theresa Hilda D’Alessio], American cartoonist (Teena) and first female member of the National Cartoonists Society; Saul Steinberg, Romanian-American cartoonist and illustrator (The New Yorker); Marshall Field IV, American newspaper publisher (owned Chicago Daily News); Amy Clampitt, American poet (The Kingfisher); Erland Josephson, Swedish actor, dramatist and author (The Sacrifice, Utflykt); aime Sabines, Mexican poet (Tarumba, Maltiempes); Ray Coleman, British author (biographies of John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Eric Clapton, Brian Epstein, and Phil Collins), and music journalist (Melody Maker); Brian Jacques, British author; Xaviera Hollander [de DeVries], Dutch call girl, brothel keeper, and author (The Happy Hooker); Robert Keppel, American detective and author (Signature Killers); and Adam Rapp, American playwright and author (Red Light Winter).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Wilbert Awdry. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

This week, I’ve continued editing chapters in the manuscript of Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were eighteen new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 238. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

President Lincoln stared at the man seated in front of his desk. “I issued a war order in January authorizing the Army of the Potomac to launch a unified attack against the Confederacy under your command. Why have you not done this?”

General George McClellan cleared his throat. “I—I, Mister President, may I remind you that at the time, I recommended a two-month postponement before I attacked Richmond.”

“You overstep yourself, sir. Of course, I remember. However, the two months have passed, and I’m unaware of any movement toward the Confederate capital.” Lincoln stood and gazed through the curtains outside. “I’m disappointed that the insurgent leader still roams as a free man.”

Lincoln sighed as he returned to his desk, picked up a letter, and handed it to General McClellan. “Sir, you try my patience. Do as I order in that letter, or you shall be replaced forthwith.”

“Yes, Mister President.” McClellan jumped to his feet and saluted. “By your leave, sir.” He dashed from the room.

***

Latimer stood on the banks of Newport News, Virginia. He glanced at the crowd of Confederate supporters assembled to witness the first naval engagement between ironclad ships and shook his head. They’re liable to be victims if the ships miss each other and the rounds fly through the air.

He launched one of his birds and directed it toward a scuttled Union frigate, the U.S.S. Merrimac, now rechristened as the C.S.S. Virginia.

The battle ensued between a new Union ironclad ship, the U.S.S. Monitor, and the Virginia. Smoke filled the air, blocking sight of the two ships.

Latimer’s bird circled the Monitor, taking photos of the revolving turret housing two eleven-inch Dahlgren guns. These blasted away at the Virginia, firing its three nine-inch Dahlgren bow guns.

Later, when Latimer retrieved his bird and developed the film, he found neither ship had caused much damage to the other. After hours of shelling, both ships retreated, with the Monitor heading to the Union-held Fort Monroe while the Virginia steamed toward her home port at the Gosport Naval Yard in Portsmouth.

Although Latimer’s bird did record hits on the Monitor’s armored pilothouse, it was still battle-worthy. “Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat!” He continued to study the image of the Virginia and found it had suffered some damage with a number of loosened armor plates and a riddled smokestack, which reduced her speed but she was still ready for a fight.

Stepping to the tent flap, Latimer opened it. “Lester, come here.”

Lester stepped inside the tent. He lost the lower part of his left arm in the First Battle of Bull Run to a Yankee cannonball. Still short of his eighteenth birthday, assisting Latimer was his way of remaining in the fight against the Yankees. “Yes, suh?”

“Please begin loading the wagon. As soon as my new images are dry, I want to head to Richmond and give them to President Davis.”

“Yes, suh. Right away.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

 

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Randall’s Ramblings, June 8, 2025

Randall Krzak

It’s hard to believe, but exactly fifty-two years ago today, I graduated from high school. Where have all the years gone?

It’s been getting warmer each day over the past week, hitting 91 degrees before a thunderstorm came into the area last night and cooled things a little bit. More rain and another thunderstorm is predicted for today, along with high winds.

The Detroit Tigers played seven games this week, winning four and dropping three. Their record is now 42-24. Despite a lack luster week, they’ve clung onto first place in the American League Central Division, with a seven-game lead over 2nd place Minnesota. For now, Detroit also has the best record in MLB. Go Tigers!

“I get a lot of letters from people. They say, ‘I want to be a writer. What should I do?’ I tell them to stop writing to me and get on with it.” – Ruth Rendell. Compliments of https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/55-motivational-writing-quotes.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on June 8th, the twenty-third Sunday of 2025 and the second one in June. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Robert Schumann, German pianist, composer (Humoresque), and music critic (Neue Zeitschrift für Musik – New Journal for Music); Charles Reade, English novelist (Cloister & Hearth); ohn G. Bennett, British scientist and author; H. J. Friedericy, Dutch author (Last General); Albe [Renaut A. Joostens], Flemish writer (Andalusian Diary); Gerrit Cornelis Berkouwer, Dutch theologist (Dogmatic Studies); Marguerite Yourcenar, French-American novelist (Memoirs of Hadrian, The Abyss); Brian Coffey, Irish poet (Avent); Aleksandr Tvardovsky, Russian poet and editor in chief (Novyj Mir); John W. Campbell, American sci-fi writer (Moon is Hell); David Cox, British medievalist, historian and mountaineer; Kurt Barthel [KuBa], German writer and political activist; Gwen Harwood, Australian poet (The Lion’s Bride); Malcolm Boyd, American Episcopal Priest, author and civil rights activist; Kate Wilhelm, American fiction author (Hugo Award: Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang); Ivan V. Lalić, Serbian poet; Hans G. Helms, German writer and composer; Elizabeth A. Lynn, American sci-fi author (Watchtower, Red Hawk); Sara Paretsky, American crime writer (V. I. Warshawski novels); and Scott Adams, American cartoonist (Dilbert) and author.

Any names familiar to you? There wasn’t any for me this week. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

Cover Reveal

I received the cover for Mission: Yemen this week from http://www.darngoodcovers.com and I’m very thrilled with it. Within the next month or so, Mission Yemen will go live on Amazon. In case you’ve missed it in the past, here’s what will be on the back of the paperback:

Xavier Sear is thrust into a new adventure when he accepts an under-the-table assignment from a longtime friend and former boss, Ron Vincent. A former CIA operative, Sear takes on any and all missions that appeal to his sense of justice.

Abdullah Bashari, a retired Yemeni geologist who dabbles in archeology is embroiled in the bitter struggle between the Houthis and the government. He reaches out for help to save his family. A wealthy man, he offers to reveal a damaging secret Saudi Arabia is trying to keep hidden.

Life-threatening danger abounds as Sear visits Yemen and creates a plan to help Bashari’s family escape. However, Hussein Khan al Mishari, a young Saudi prince, threatens to undo Sear’s intervention in pursuit of his own deadly game. Who will be victorious?

My Work In Progress

This week, I’ve been busy editing chapters in the manuscript of Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were twenty-seven new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 220. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Latimer processed the latest images taken by two of his birds. He shook his head as he began counting Confederate soldiers being led away. “Must be over six hundred.” He wiped the tears from his eyes. “I must get word to President Davis.” He prepared a dispatch for the president and called for a rider.

***

Minor skirmishes continued between the Union and Confederate soldiers. The first year of the war came to a close as snow fell.

Latimer pulled his coat tighter, trying to ward off the extreme cold. He stood and stomped his feet to warm himself as he glanced around his temporary lodgings with the Confederate troops. Opening the tent flap, Latimer launched one of his birds. Might as well get some images for President Davis.

The bird soared above the bivouac.

Latimer directed it over the camp, bringing it back to him after several photographs were taken. He processed the film and studied the results.

Some soldiers were busy with close-order drills pushed on them by their officers. Others stood around small fires trying to warm themselves.

Latimer sat at his small writing desk and wrote a letter.

Dear Mister President,

I enclose several images of our brave Confederate soldiers as they endure the winter hardships. Cold, deep mud, rain and snow are their constant companions. Their silent response to the conditions bring me to tears. These are tears of pride as our men’s dedication to the cause does not waver.

Yours respectively,

Latimer

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, June 1, 2025

Randall Krzak

After going through a few weeks with hardly seeing any deer and wild turkeys, they must have found their way back. Each day, we now see multiple deer and turkeys, not in the numbers we used to, but still there’s as many as eight deer and about 8 turkeys. Of course, the squirrels and birds are still visiting in their normal numbers. It’s always a treat to see the wildlife.

The Detroit Tigers had a better week. They played another six games over the past week, winning five while only dropping one. Their record is now 38-21. They are still on top of the American League’s Central Division with a six game lead over Cleveland and Minnesota. Kansas City if another game behind, while the Chicago White Sox are in the cellar, 19.5 games out. Roll on Tigers!

“Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” – Albert Einstein. Compliments of  https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/55-motivational-writing-quotes.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on June 1st, the twenty-second Sunday of 2025 and the first one in June. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Francesco Scipione, marchese di Maffei, Italian archaeologist and dramatist (Merope); Ferdinand Raimund, Austrian actor and playwright (The Spendthrift, The Maid from Fairyland); William Wilfred Campbell, Canadian poet (Beyond the Hills of Dream, Ian of the Orcades); António Feijó, Portuguese poet and diplomat; John Masefield, British writer and poet (Salt-Water Ballads), Poet Laureate (1930-67); John Drinkwater, English poet and playwright (Abraham Lincoln); Charles Kay Ogden, British writer, philosopher, and linguist (Basic English, The Cambridge Magazine); John Van Druten, English playwright (I Remember Mama, I am a Camera); Bill Deedes [William Francis Deedes], British politician, journalist, and editor of The Daily Telegraph (1974-86); Povel Ramel, Swedish singer, pianist, author, composer, and comedian (Ratataa or Staffan Stolle Story, The Great Amateur); Dilia Díaz Cisneros, Venezuelan teacher and poet; Christopher Lasch, American historian and author (The Culture of Narcissism); Philo Bregstein, Dutch writer and film director (The Past that Lives, In Search of Jewish Amsterdam); Gerald Scarfe, British illustrator (The Sunday Times; The New Yorker: Pink Floyd’s “The Wall”); Tom Mankiewicz, screenwriter (Diamonds are Forever); Ralph Morse, British actor, singer and writer of historical dramas; Ahron Bregman, Israeli author, journalist, and Arab–Israeli specialist (The Fifty Years War: Israel and the Arabs; A History of Israel); and Amy Schumer, American comedian, writer and producer (Inside Amy Schumer).

Any names familiar to you? There was one  for me this week: Amy Schumer. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

Things are going full steam ahead with Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were twenty-three new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 193. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

As planned, the following morning Stringham’s ships opened fire on Fort Clark.

Before long, Confederate forces fled from the fort and raced down the beach to Fort Hatteras, leaving Butler’s soldiers and marines’ unfettered access.

During the previous evening, Flag Officer Samuel Barron, Chief of Coastal Defenses in Virginia and North Carolina. He watched the 7th NC Volunteers abandon the fort without a fight and shook his head. He turned to one of his aides. “Take as many of our men as possible and proceed to Fort Hatteras.”

“What about you, sir?”

“As soon as we spike the guns with nails, we will follow.”

Before long, the Union fleet turned their attention to Fort Hatteras. A heavy bombardment began, lasting for three hours.

Flag Officer Barron adjusted the bandage on his arm, which covered a wound caused by shell fragments. “Will someone put up a white towel or a sheet to signal our surrender? I can’t bear to see any more of our brave men suffer the consequences of this folly.”

“I think we should hold onto the fort.” Captain John Thomas Cohoon, commander of Fort Hatteras, frowned. “I informed Colonel Martin earlier that we required more men to man the cannons and attack the Yankees.”

“Pray tell, where is the good colonel?”

Cohoon swallowed. “He went onto the mainland earlier to request aide form Portsmouth.”

“I see.” Barron gritted his teeth. “As the senior officer, I’ve decided we will surrender. See to it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Shelling continued throughout the day. Eventually, a white flag was raised.

Barron called a council of war. “How many men have we lost?”

Cohoon studied his feet. “Four dead, sir. Another thirty have severe injuries.”

“Very well.” He wrote a note and handed it to Cohoon. “Have someone take this to the Yankees.

“Yes, sir. I shall take it myself.” Cohoon saluted and left.

When he approached the Union positions, he was halted at gunpoint. “I have a note of surrender from Flag Officer Barron. I’m Captain Cohoon. Who’s in charge here?”

“General Butler.”

“Take me to him.”

Two Union soldiers stepped forward, aiming their weapons toward Cohoon. They marched him to where General Butler sat inside a tent.

“General, a Reb wants to see you. Says he has a surrender note.”

The general waved the man forward and held out his hand. “Give me the message.”

Cohoon handed the note to the general, saluted, and stepped back.

Butler read the note before crushing it into a ball. “No. Tell your commander only unconditional surrender is acceptable.”

“Yes, sir.” Cohoon saluted again before he was led away.

***

Latimer processed the latest images taken by two of his birds. He shook his head as he began counting Confederate soldiers being led away. “Must be over six hundred.” He wiped the tears from his eyes. “I must get word to President Davis.” He prepared a dispatch for the president and called for a rider.

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, May 18, 2025

Randall Krzak

On Thursday morning about two a.m., I happened to look out the window of the back bedroom. There were seven deer grazing in the moonlight. Although their coats are brown at this time of year, they appeared to have silvery coats in the moonlight. It was a great treat to see.  On Saturday morning, just before eight a.m., there were deer foraging. Tommy, one of our three rescue cats, was busy watching them from our enclosed deck when a loud clap of thunder disturbed the calm setting. Like a bolt of lightning, Tommy scampered inside and ran into the garage to hide. He didn’t re-appear for at least an hour. Poor Tommy! Is this where the term, scaredy-cat, came from?

The Detroit Tigers played another six games over the past week. They won four of them and lost last twot. Their record is now 30-16. Not only are they on top of the American League’s Central Division with a four game lead over Minnesota, right not they have the best record in the MLB. Go Tigers!

“Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them. ” – Ralph Waldo Emerson. Compliments of  https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/55-motivational-writing-quotes.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on May 18th, the twentieth Sunday of 2025 and the third one in May. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Omar Khayyám, Persian mathematician (cubic equations), astronomer (Jalali calendar, basis of the Persian calendar), poet (quatrains), and philosopher; Stefano della Bella, Italian printmaker; Nicolas-Marie-Charles Barbier de la Serre, French soldier, invented the use of raised dots for writing (Louis Braille later used); John Wilson, Scottish writer and literary critic; Sydir Vorobkevych, Ukrainian composer, poet, newspaper editor, and Orthodox priest; William Heinemann, English publisher (Heinnemann); Franiska [Franny] zu Reventlow, German writer and feminist; Ernst Wiechert, German writer (The Simple Life); Gunnar Gunnarsson, Icelandic writer (The Church on the Mountain); Rudolf Carnap, German American philosopher (German Logical Positivist); Juan José Domenchina, Spanish poet and interpreter (sombra desterrada); Michael Berry, Baron Hartwell, British newspaper proprietor, journalist and editor in chief of the Daily Telegraph (1954-85); Charles Wintour, English journalist (The Evening Standard; Francois Nourissier, French journalist and writer (Un petit bourgeois; La crève); Barbara Goldsmith, American author (Little Gloria…Happy At Last); Fred Saberhagen, American sci-fi author (Book of Swords; Berserker stories); Olzhas Suleimenov, Kazakh poet, writer and anti-nuclear activist (Nevada-Semipalatinsk); W. G. Sebald, German-born writer (Austerlitz); Stuart Gannes, American writer (Fortune); and Diane Duane, American sci-fi author (Door into Fire).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Omar Khayyám. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

All gears are going full steam as progress with Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion continues. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were twenty-eight new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 136. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

In mid-July, Brigadier General Beauregard brought his horse to a halt near the bivouac his men had laid out. He jumped off and tossed the reins to an aide before strolling into his command tent.

Several men sitting around the able jumped to their feet.

He waved them to their seats as he studied a map of the Manassas area. He pointed. “I want a defensive position laid out along the south bank of the Bull Run River. We’ll guard a stone bridge on the left, since we’re only about twenty-miles from Washington.” Beauregard glanced around the table. “Where’s Brigadier General Kirby Smith? Hasn’t he arrived yet with the 4th Brigade?”

A tall, thin man with thick busy chops extending to either side of his mouth, stood. “Sir, I’m Colonel Francis Bartow. General Smith is still with Brig. Gen. Joseph Johnston and the other brigade commanders. They will arrive within twenty-four hours.”

Beauregard nodded. “Thank you. How come you’re already here?”

The general wanted me to support Colonel. J. E. B. Stuart’s arrival. He brought about three hundred Virginian cavalrymen with him.” He pointed toward the tent’s entrance. “They are bivouacked out yonder.”

“Excellent.” Beauregard glanced at the others. “Gentlemen, you are dismissed. See to your commands and prepare for battle. We shall attack the Yankees as soon as General Johnston arrives. I expect the Yankees will outnumber and outgun us, but our Southern ingenuity and our bull-headedness will see us win the battle.”

After the officers departed, a civilian remained seated. “Excuse me, General. President Davis asked me to speak with you.”

“And you are?”

The man stood. “Sorry, General. I’m Barnabas Latimer. I’ve designed some machines—I call them automatons—which you might find of some interest.”

The general waved Latimer to a seat and sat across from him. “I did hear a rumor about this. Can you show me?”

Latimer nodded. “Of course, General.” He picked up a pouch and extracted a ten-inch by ten-inch image.” I used one of my machines to capture your arrival.” He slid the image across the table.”

As Beauregard studied the image, his jaw dropped. “How in tarnation did you manage this, Latimer? I didn’t spot anyone following me.”

Latimer reached back into the pouch and extracted a palm-sized bird from it. The bird sat on the table chirping and flapping its wings before taking flight, flying around the tent before landing near the general’s hand.

“Sir, you are a genius!” Beauregard chuckled. “How many of these critters do you have?”

“I made six, General, along with some mice.”

The general nodded. “With your—what did you call them?”

“Automatons.”

“With your automatons, we’ll be able to track the Yankees and learn their plans.”

“Yes, General. Except, I need to be nearby to control them and print out what they capture with their onboard cameras. To do this, I shall require a tent, some supplies, and an assistant.”

The general rubbed his hands together. “Give me a list of what you require and you shall have it.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, May 11, 2025

Randall Krzak

Happy Mother’s Day to all who are mothers! Did you know there are a number of countries who celebrate Mother’s Day on the second Sunday in May? Here’s just a few of them: Australia, Canada, China, Denmark, Germany, Greece, Greenland, Japan, and South Africa. Moms–hope everyone enjoys your special day.

We haven’t had any deer visitors recently, but we’re rewarded with a visit by at least six of them at dusk yesterday. On Friday, there was a large tom turkey strutting around the back yard. I took several photos, but from the distance they all came out a bit blurred. Hopefully, he’ll pay us another visit and I’ll be able to get better photos.

The Detroit Tigers played six games over the past week. They won five of them and lost last night. Their record is now 26-14, and they are on top of the American League’s Central Division with a two and a half game lead over Cleveland. Go Tigers!

“I get a lot of letters from people. They say, ‘I want to be a writer. What should I do?’ I tell them to stop writing to me and get on with it.” – Ruth Rendell. https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/55-motivational-writing-quotes

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on May 11th, the nineteenth Sunday of 2025 and the second one in May. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Jean Mairet, French dramatist famous for tragedies (Sophonisbe) and comedies; Claude-Joseph Rouget de Lisle, French soldier, author and composer (La Marseillaise); Johann Peter Hebel, German writer (Allemannische Gedichte); Pinckney Benton Stewart Pinchback, American politician and publisher (1st African American governor – Governor of Louisiana (R) 1872-73); James, Bryce, Irish-British historian and politician (ambassador to the United States, 1907–13); James Gordon Bennett Jr., American publisher (thought to have inspired the phrase “Gordon Bennett”); Benito Pérez Galdós, Spanish novelist (Episodios Nacionales); van Cankar, Slovene author, poet, novelist and playwright (Erotika, The Bailiff Yerney and His Rights); Fritz von Unruh, German expressionist playwright (Jurgen Wullenweber, Zero); Karl Barth, Swiss Protestant theologian (“The Epistle to the Romans”; “Barmen Declaration”; “Church Dogmatics”); Olaf Stapledon, British philosopher and sci-fi writer (Star Maker); (Jacobus) “J.C.” Bloem, Dutch poet (Sintels – Embers); Ariel Durant, Russian-born American writer (Story of Civilization); Anatole Litvak, Russian-born American film director, writer and producer (Mayerling, Anastasia, The Snake Pit); Joachim Prinz, German-American Zionist leader, author and Rabbi of Berlin (1926-37); Angus Paton, English civil engineer (wrote economic and infrastructure reports for Canada and Syria, hydroelectric dams); Bel Kaufman, American author (Up the Down Staircase); Harold Myers, British film journalist (Variety); Monica Dickens, British author and founder of the Samaritians in the US; Nayantara Sahgal (née Pandit), Indian author (Prison and Chocolate Cake); June Knox-Mawer (née Ellis), Welsh novelist (Sandstorm), and radio host (World of Islands); Ettore Scola, Italian director and screenwriter (A Special Day); Barbara Taylor Bradford, British novelist (A Woman of Substance, Cavendon Hall); Jayne Cortez, African-American poet and activist (I Am New York City); Arthur Kopit, American playwright (‘Wings’, ‘Nine’); Wayne Dyer, American psychologist and author (Your Erroneous Zones; Universe Within You); Jim Abrahams, American comedy screenwriter and director (Airplane!; Hot Shots; Top Secret; The Naked Gun; Caroline Cooney, American young adult author (The Face on the Milk Carton, Code Orange); Thomas Tessier, American horror author (The Nightwalker, Finishing Touches); Mbongeni Ngema, South African playwright, lyricist, composer, and theatre producer (Sarafina!); Suzan-Lori Parks, American playwright and writer (Topdog/Underdog Pulitzer Prize 2002); Jon Ronson, British journalist and author (So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed, Frank); ohn Scalzi, American science fiction writer (Old Man’s War, Redshirts); Rob Malda, American internet writer and editor who co-founded Slashdot; Katori Hall, American playwright and actress (The Hot Wing King); and Jeremy Gable, English-American playwright (Carpenter George, Go Ahead).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week: Barbara Taylor Bradford. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

Things continue to progress with Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion. Chapters twenty-four to twenty-six were posted this week  to the two online subscription sites I use. There were eleven new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 108. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s the first snippet:

Latimer reined his horse in after he stopped by a hitching post in Richmond, Virginia, in May 1861. Jumping down, he threw the reins over the post, reached into his saddlebags, and retrieved an oilskin package.

He rushed up the steps onto the porch attached to the front of the two-story structure, the temporary capital and residence of Jefferson Davis, the newly elected president of the Confederate States of America.  He glanced at the ‘Stars and Bars’ hanging from the front of the building before he approached two armed sentries barring the entrance.

“Stand aside. I’m Barnabas Latimer and I have important business with President Davis.” He slapped a hand on his clothes to remove some of the dust.

The sentries shared a glance before moving to each side of the door.

One of them pushed it open. “Please, go ahead, Mister Latimer. The president is expecting you. Turn left and his office is the second door on the right.”

Latimer pushed between the men and turned left.

At the second door, another sentry stood. Alerted to Latimer’s arrival at the main door, he immediately opened the inner one.

Latimer strode into the office, stopping in front of President Davis’ desk. “Let me be one of the first to congratulate you on your formal election, Jefferson.”

Davis smiled. “Thank you, Barnabas.” He shrugged. “It was a foregone conclusion. Who else has the charisma to hold the Confederacy together?”

Both men laughed.

Davis stood and moved to a table near the window, beckoning Latimer to follow him.

A crude map lay in the center of the table, depicting the Confederacy.

Davis pointed to several locations. “We are small but growing every month. So far, eleven states have joined the Confederacy: South Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, Texas, Virginia, Arkansas, Tennessee, and North Carolina.”

Latimer pursed his lips. “Do you think any other states will join us?”

“I’m not sure.” Davis frowned. “The western counties of Virginia refused to commit, preferring to remain tied to the Union. Although they support slavery, Delaware, Kentucky, Maryland, and Missouri are still on the outside. I figure they’ll receive enough pressure from the Union to support the Union, despite their loyalties. So, it might just be the eleven states taking on the Union boys.”

Davis sighed. “We’ll be in the battle of our lives. That upstart, slave-loving Abraham Lincoln stated he would try to keep the Union together without warfare but look what he did with Fort Sumter. Tried to trick us into believing his pack of lies. He wants to dictate to the Southern states and not allow us to abolish federal laws that interfere with our rights.” Davis chuckled. “Fate shined upon the Confederacy and the fort surrendered to us. We might not be so lucky next time. I suspect it will be a brutal war.”

“That’s why I requested an urgent meeting with you. I might have something that will turn the tide in our favor.”

Davis studied Latimer’s face. “Pray tell.”

“Machines.” He grinned.

‘Davis gave a puzzled look to Latimer. “Please explain yourself, sir.”

“It’s quite simple. You might recall, a few months ago I mentioned this very fact to you. We could use machines to spy on the Union. I believe I have perfected the process whereby my machines will turn the tide of any war in our favor.” No need to tell him who came up with the idea—it’s mine now.

Latimer opened the oilskin package, extracted a ten-inch by ten-inch photograph, and handed it to Davis. Although somewhat grainy, the identity of the two individuals was still recognizable.

“Why … that’s Varina standing next to me! What magic did you use to create this?”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, April 27, 2025

Randall Krzak

It’s been another wet week, with mainly light rain, although there were a couple of thunderstorms. I still managed to get some painting done on our shed, which hadn’t seen a lick of paint in years as the wood was weather beaten. Now it looks pristine.

Over the past week, the Detroit Tigers played six games, winning four and losing two and raised their record to 17-10, the best in the American League. They’re currently in first place in the Central Division, with a game and a half league over second place Cleveland.

The Detroit Pistons played two more games in their best-of-seven against the New York Knicks, splitting the games. The Knicks are 2-1 up against the Pistons, with game four scheduled for later today.

“Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them. ” – Ralph Waldo Emerson. Compliments of https://getfreewrite.com/blogs/writing-success/55-motivational-writing-quotes.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on April 27th, the seventeenth Sunday of 2025 and the fourth and final one in April. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Mary Wollstonecraft, English writer and feminist (A Vindication of the Rights of Woman), mother of Mary Shelley; Alfred Julius Becher, Austrian journalist and composer; Herbert Spencer, British philosopher (Social Statics) and sociologist; Gerben Colmjon, Frisian linguist and publisher; Jules Lemaître, French critic and dramatist; ohan Skjoldborg, Danish writer (Dynaes-Digte); André Baillon, Belgian-French author (Un homme si simple); Hubert Harrison, West Indian-American writer and freedom fighter; Walter Lantz, American cartoonist (Woody Woodpecker’s creator); Frank Belknap Long, American writer (Rim of the Unknown); Cecil Day-Lewis, Irish poet (British Poet Laureate 1968-72) and detective writer (Nicholas Blake); Julian Stryjkowski, Polish journalist and writer known for his radical leftist leanings; Yórgos Theotokás, Greek novelist (Leonís); Muriel C. Bradbrook, English writer (That Infidel Place); Georges Dargaud, French publisher (Astérix, Tintin); Franz Weyergans, Belgian writer and translator (Les Gens Heureux); Albert Soboult, French historian; John Alfred Scali, American journalist and diplomat; Edwin Morgan, Scottish poet (At Eighty); Martin Gray, Polish-born American writer, holocaust survivor; John Burningham, English author and illustrator of children’s books (Mr Grumpy’s Outing; August Wilson, American Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright (Fences; The Piano Lesson); and Russell T. Davies, Welsh TV writer and executive producer (Doctor Who, Queer as Folk).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this week. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

I’ve put work on Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series, on hold to concentrate on Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion.

This is the first novel in a three-volume series that I’m collaborating with Michael Maxwell, the author of over thirty novels. It combines action, romance, and sci-fi in an alternate reality of the American Civil War. All being well, the first novel will be released in the fall and compete in the 2025 Chanticleer Internal Book Awards in their Laramie Awards for Americana, Western, Pioneer & Civil War, North American Historical Fiction.

I’ve posted the first twenty chapters to the most active of the two online subscription writing sites I use. The posts are coming faster than my readers normally critique, but so far the story has received  eighty chapter reviews. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s a bit more about the story.

Chapter one begins with Johann, a Swiss watchmaker. His hobby is creating completely mechanical animals and machinery. The chapter closed with my moving to North Carolina, where he sets up his watchmaking shop. He is visited by Barnabas Latimer, who spots Johann’s mechanical animals and is intrigued, as he envisions a use for them in the pending American Civil War.

Chapters two through six are a whirlwind run through the war, showing how Latimer uses his cunning to create additional animals and machinery to aid the South. We meet Union Captain Finn Harding (hence the title, Harding’s Challenge) in chapter four. In chapter six, the war comes to and end with a twist.

The remainder of the story centers around Latimer (who turns out to be an evil man), Finn Harding, and Latimer’s daughter Evie. Finn and Evie meet in chapter seven and it turns out they have something in common: hatred for Latimer. As story unfolds, they plot Latimer’s demise, become romantically linked. I had planned to post the first snippet today, but it’s delayed until next week.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, April 20, 2025

Randall Krzak

Our son flew in Friday morning for a short visit. While he had to return to Washington, D.C. on Easter Sunday, it was still great to spend a couple of days with him.

The Detroit Tigers are clinging to a slim lead in the American League’s Central Division, with a record of 13-8. Meanwhile, The Detroit Pistons lost the first game in a seven-game series to the New York Knicks. The Pistons won an incredible 30 games more than in the previous year, ending the regular season with a 44-38 record.

“Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.” – Ray Bradbury. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on April 20th, the sixteenth Sunday of 2025 and the third one in April. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

William Bartram, American naturalist and writer (1st naturalist to document tropical forests of Florida in “Bartram’s Travels”); Aloysius Bertrand, French poet (Gaspard de la Nuit – Gaspard of the Night), and playwright; Dinah Craik, English writer (John Halifax, Gentleman); Hermann Bang, Danish writer; Robert Lynd, Irish writer and critic (Pleasures of Ignorance); Hermann Ungar, Moravian writer; Martinus Nijhoff, Dutch poet and linguist; Soewarsih Djojopoespito, Indonesian writer (Toe the Line); Richard Hillary, Australian Spitfire pilot and author (The Last Enemy); Paul Van Buren, American theologist (Theological Explorations); Peter S. Beagle, American novelist and screenwriter (The Last Unicorn); Jan Cremer, Dutch writer (I, John Cremer); Pilar Miró, Spanish screenwriter and director (Wether; Beltenebros); Joni Evans, American publisher (Simon & Schuster, Random House); Ian Watson, British sci-fi author (Book of Being, Whores of Babylon); Andrew Tobias, American journalist and author (The Best Little Boy in the World); Sebastian Faulks, British novelist (The Girl at the Lion d’Or); Wim Drees, Dutch philosopher, editor (Zygon – Journal of Religion & Science) and professor (Leiden University); and Pete Correale, American comedian, writer, and broadcaster.

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this week. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Published Work

I found out this week that Frozen Conquest, the fifth novel in my Bedlam series, was one of the winners in the 2024 Chanticleer International Book Awards in their Global Thrillers category. This marks the seventh consecutive year that one of my novels was awarded first place.

Frozen Conquest also received a five-star editorial review from Chanticleer Reviews. Here’s the link if you’re interested in reading the review.

My Work In Progress

I’ve put work on Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series, on hold to concentrate on Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion.

This is the first novel in a three-volume series that I’m collaborating with Michael Maxwell, the author of over thirty novels. It combines action, romance, and sci-fi in an alternate reality of the American Civil War. All being well, the first novel will be released in the fall and compete in the 2025 Chanticleer Internal Book Awards in their Laramie Awards for Americana, Western, Pioneer & Civil War, North American Historical Fiction.

I’ll post the first snippet next week.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, April 13, 225

Randall Krzak

It’s been another topsy-turvey week with the weather. There’s been several thunderstorms and even a bit of hail, mixed with plenty of sunshine but cooler temperatures. At least the grass as turned green and most of the trees are now covered with leaves.

The Detroit Tigers have continued to surge in the Central Division of the American League. They are still in first place, with a 9-5 record. Go Tigers!

The Detroit Pistons are hanging onto the final position for the post season in the Eastern Conference, with a 44-37 record. They play their final regular season game today.

“When all else fails, write what your heart tells you. You can’t depend on your eyes, when your imagination is out of focus.” Mark Twain. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on April 13th, the fifteen Sunday of 2025 and the second one for April. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Roger de Rabutin, Comte de Bussy, French writer; Thomas Percy, English literary and bishop of Dromore; Alphonse Wauters, Belgian historian and archivist (Brussels); Thomas D’Arcy McGee, Irish-Canadian journalist and Father of Confederation; Juan Montalvo, Ecuadorian author (Siete Tratados); Enrique José Varona, Cuban author; Richard T. Ely, American economist and author (Hard Times); Alexander Roda Roda, Austrian writer; Demjan Bednyi, Russian writer and satirist; Georg Lukács, Hungarian philosopher and literary critic; Nellallitea “Nella” Larsen [Nellie Walker], African-American Harlem Renaissance novelist (Quicksand, Passing); Samuel Beckett, Irish novelist and playwright (Waiting for Godot, Nobel 1969); Eudora Welty, American novelist (Optimist’s Daughter-Pulitzer 1973); Bert Peleman, Flemish writer; Stephan Hermlin, German writer; Edna Lewis ‘the Mother of Soul Food’, American chef and author (elevated Southern cooking); Phyllis Fraser [Helen Brown Nichols], American actress, journalist, and co-founder of Beginner Books; A. L. [Audrey] Barker, English writer; Maxwell Henley Harris, Australian poet and publisher (Gift of Blood); John Braine, English novelist (Life at the Top); Maurice Ronet, French film actor, director, and writer (Frantic, Sphinx, Circle of Love); Beverley Cross, English playwright and screenwriter (Strip the Willow; Half a Sixpence); Barney Simon, South African theatre director and writer; Lanford Wilson, American playwright (Hot L Baltimore); Seamus Heaney, Irish poet and playwright (Nobel Prize in Literature 1995); Ataol Behramoğlu, Turkish poet and writer; Rae Armantrout, American poet (“Versed” – Pulitzer Prize for Poetry 2010); Amy Robinson, American writer and actress (Mean Streets); and Christopher Hitchens, English author and columnist (Vanity Fair, New Statesman).

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this week: Thomas Percy and Samuel Beckett. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

I completed chapter eighteen of Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series this week and posted it to the two online subscription writing sites I use. There were another eleven reviews this week, bringing the total to 246. As always, plenty of suggestions to improve my writing.

Here’s another snippet:

At the same time as Mongo and Obasi’s meeting took place at the Euphoria Lounge Bar, two other members of the Council of Vengeance met at the Freedom Park in Lagos.

Kelechi Bello, leader of the Renegade Kings, and Chinaka Zabu, the leader of the Crimson Fangs, sat at a table in the deserted picnic area.

Each man brought one armed guard with them.

Kelechi studied Chinaka’s face. “Since you wanted to meet, I assume you feel the same about Mongo’s Council of Vengeance as I do.”

“Yes.” Chinaka nodded. “It sounds like a good idea. However, what if this is a ploy by Mongo to expand his operations by preying on us? I propose we go along with what he wants, but we must be vigilant and watch for anything that might be our undoing.”

“You speak wise words for someone new to our way of life.” Kelechi tilted his head. “I agree with your sentiments. But what should we do if we catch Mongo or his Black Shadow trying to distract us and take over?”

Chinaka laughed. “I can think of only one solution—death.”

“So be it.”

***

Enroute to Jake’s Bar

Benin City

Mongo and Akin returned to the vehicle and climbed inside.

The driver glanced in his rearview mirror.

Mongo uttered two words, “Jake’s Bar.”

The driver nodded and drove off. Forty minutes later, he parked near Jake’s Bar.

Mongo and Akin left the vehicle and walked to a side gate in the wall behind the bar. After Akin pulled a set of keys from a pocket, he unlocked the gate, they entered. He pushed the gate closed and relocked it before leading Mongo to the small building at the back of the property.

Once again, Akin pulled the keyring from his pocket, and unlocked the door, allowing Mongo to enter.

Akin pulled out his pistol and flicked on the light.

Their captive still lay on the flea-infested straw mattress.

Mongo studied the woman. Something’s not right. He stepped forward and kicked her arm.

No movement.

Mongo kicked harder.

The woman’s head lolled to the side. Her eyes stared at—nothing.

Mongo gasped. “She’s dead! What happened?”

Akin knelt and examined the body. He shook his head. “You are correct—this one is no more.”

Mongo pursed his lips. “Find a good place to hide her body. No—wait. Dump her body in a prominent place where the authorities will find it. Her death will be a warning to others.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

 

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Randall’s Ramblings, March 6, 2025

Randall Krzak

We had plenty of rain and thunderstorms at the beginning of the week, but more thunderstorms are forecast for today, along with hail. The past couple of days the temperatures rose into the upper 80s, making it feel quite steamy.

Michigan State lost to Auburn 70-64 in the NCAA Elite Eight, ending their season. Perhaps next year they’ll go all the way!

Meanwhile, the Detroit Pistons have been splitting games, with their record now 43/35. They’re still on track to make it to the post season, and are currently in the sixth and final position for the playoffs in the Eastern Conference. There are only a few games left in the regular season, so they’ll still be in the playoffs.

After losing the first three games of the MLB season, Detroit has bounced back and are currently 4-4. Despite a .500 record, they are in first place in the American League Central Division, with Kansas City, Cleveland, and Minnesota all a game behind with 3-5 records. Chicago is in the bottom of the division with a 2-6 record.  Detroit and Chicago play again today.

“The secret of it all is to write… without waiting for a fit time or place.” – Walt Whitman. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on April 6th, the fourteen Sunday of 2025 and the first one for April. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Johann Kuhnau, Bohemian composer (Biblical Sonatas), kapellmeister, novelist, and lawyer; Jean-Baptiste Rousseau, French playwright and poet (Sacred Odes & Songs); James Mill, Scottish philosopher and historian (History of British India); John Pierpont, American poet (Airs of Palestine), Unitarian minister, abolitionist and reformer; Aaron Bernstein, German Jewish writer (Young Germany; Alexander Herzen, Russian writer; Aasmund Olavsson Vinje, Norwegian poet and journalist (Travel Memories from Norway 1860); Johann Scheler, Belgian librarian and man of letters; Joseph Medill, Canadian newspaper editor, owner and politician (co-owned Chicago Tribune, Mayor of Chicago 1871-73); Karl Binding, German jurist whose writings were used to justify the Holocaust; Joseph Lincoln Steffens, American muckraker and investigative journalist (Shame of the Cities); Erich Mühsam, German author and political anarchist; Daniel Andersson, Swedish poet and writer (Svarta Ballader); Willis Hall, British screenwriter and dramatist (Torn Curtain; Billy; Peter Pan: A Musical Adventure); ohn Pepper Clark, Nigerian poet (A Decade of Tongues; Mandela), playwright (Song of a Goat), and magazine editor (The Horn), often published as J.P. Clarkl Homero Aridjis, Mexican poet and novelist (Mirándola dormir, The Child Poet); Hans W Geissendorfer, German director, writer and producer (Lindenstrasse, Soliloquy, In the World You Are Afraid); Jack Canfora, American playwright; and Ilan Hall, Israeli-American chef, producer and writer (Food to Get You Laid, Knife Fight and Guy’s Grocery Games: All-Star Invitational).

Any names familiar to you? There weren’t any for me this week. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

I completed chapter seventeen of Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series this week. It’s now been posted to the two online subscription writing sites I use. There were another six reviews this week, bringing the total to 235. As always, plenty of suggestions to improve my writing.

Here’s another snippet:

After Mongo and Akin departed, Obasi turned to the others. “Black Shadow is one of the largest groups in Nigeria. Some call us criminals, but like Robin Hood, we take from the rich and give to the poor—ourselves.”

Everyone laughed.

“As you probably surmised, Mongo is the leader of Black Shadow, and I am his deputy. We engage in drug dealing, smuggling, kidnapping, and extortion across the country and are a prime target for Nigerian law enforcement and intelligence organizations.”

“Cool!” Musa blushed.

Obasi glanced at Musa. “You’re right. It is cool—and also dangerous. We met not long ago with the leaders of the four groups we are in competition with and have formed an alliance called the Council of Vengeance. Your roles at UNIBEN will be to push our influence with the student body and faculty and find like-minded individuals who think like we do. We want to create chaos between those targeting us and have them chasing their own tails.”

“Count me in.” Ibrahim pursed his lips. “I know just the person to target—my father. He’s a member of the National Intelligence Agency and tries to get me to spy on other students.”

Obasi nodded. “Yes, he and others like him will make excellent targets. While we’re concentrating on UNIBEN, where Black Shadow started back in the seventies, the other members of the Council of Vengeance will be doing the same in different cities.” He drained his chapman. “Together, we shall create mass mayhem as we continue to flourish.”

***

Freedom Park

Lagos

At the same time as Mongo and Obasi’s meeting took place at the Euphoria Lounge Bar, two other members of the Council of Vengeance met at the Freedom Park in Lagos.

Kelechi Bello, leader of the Renegade Kings, and Chinaka Zabu, the leader of the Crimson Fangs, sat at a table in the deserted picnic area.

Each man brought one armed guard with them.

Kelechi studied Chinaka’s face. “Since you wanted to meet, I assume you feel the same about Mongo’s Council of Vengeance as I do.”

“Yes.” Chinaka nodded. “It sounds like a good idea. However, what if this is a ploy by Mongo to expand his operations by preying on us? I propose we go along with what he wants, but we must be vigilant and watch for anything that might be our undoing.”

“You speak wise words for someone new to our way of life.” Kelechi tilted his head. “I agree with your sentiments. But what should we do if we catch Mongo or his Black Shadow trying to distract us and take over?”

Chinaka laughed. “I can think of only one solution—death.”

“So be it.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved

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Randall’s Ramblings, March 30, 2025

Randall Krzak

We’re seeing temperatures mainly in the upper 60’s and mid 70’s as we move into Spring. It’s been mainly sunny for the past week, although we had plenty of clouds throughout yesterday. Today, we’re supposed to have a couple of showers and possibly a thunderstorm before we zoom into the lower 80’s at the end of the coming week.

The NCAA’s March Madness continued this week with the University of Michigan losing their Sweet Sixteen game to Auburn 78-65, so that finishes their 2024-25 season. Meanwhile, Michigan State scooted past Ole Miss 73-70 to move into the Elite Eight where they’ll play Auburn later today. The winner will move into the Final Four.

The Detroit Pistons are now 42-32. Right now, they’re still in the top six in the conference and will continue into the playoffs if they can win several of their remaining games.

The Detroit Tigers opened their MLB regular season on March 27th against the LA Dodgers. I was able to watch two of the three games. Unfortunately, Detroit lost all three. What a bummer!

Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.” – Ray Bradbury. Compliments of https://press.barnesandnoble.com/bnpress-blog/inspirational-quotes-writing/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on March 30th, the thirteen Sunday of 2025 and the fifth and final one for March. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/). 

Jethro Tull, English agricultural writer; John Hawkins, English writer (A General History of the Science and Practice of Music; Life of Samuel Johnson); Anna Sewell, English author (Black Beauty); John Fiske [Edmund Fisk Green], American historian and philosopher; Paul Verlaine, French lyric poet (Sagesse; Clair de lune; Hombres); Franz Oppenheimer, German sociologist and economist (The State); Sean O’Casey, Irish playwright (Juno and the Paycock); Melanie Klein, Austrian-British author and child psychoanalyst (object relations theory); Erwin Panofsky, German-American Jewish art historian and iconologist (Early Netherlandish Painting); Jean Giono, French writer (World Chant); Heinz Risse, German writer; Sharadindu Bandyopadhyay, Bengali writer (Satyanweshi, Tungabhadrar Tirey); Ernst Gombrich, Austrian-English art historian (The Story of Art); Herbert Asmodi, German writer and actor; Milton Acorn, Canadian poet; Ingvar Kamprad, Swedish eccentric businessman (founder of IKEA) and author (The Testament of a Furniture Dealer); om Sharpe, English historian and author (Riotous Assembly, Want); Graeme Edge, British rock drummer, and poet (Moody Blues – “The Dream”; “Morning Glory”); Gerrit Komrij, Dutch poet/essayist (Happy Schizo); Ryszard Kotla, Polish travel writer and activist, tour guide, journalist, academic teacher, engineer; and Piers Morgan, English newspaper editor and TV personality (Daily Mirror, CNN).

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this week: Anna Sewell andPiers Morgan. Whether you recognize anyone on the list or not, if today’s your special day I hope you have a great one!

My Work In Progress

I had hoped to complete chapter seventeen of Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series this week, but ran out of time. There were another thee reviews this week, bringing the total to 229. As always, plenty of suggestions to improve my writing.

Here’s another snippet:

That same evening, Mongo left his house and strode toward the Mercedes-AMG GT 4-door Coupé parked in the driveway. He nodded at the armed guard who held the back door open and ducked as he entered.

The guard handed Mongo a sealed envelope. “This came by messenger.”

“E se, Akin.”  Mongo thanked his bodyguard in the Yoruba language.

Akin showed a toothless grin, the result of a beating at the hands of the authorities, before closing the door and hopping into the front passenger seat.

Mongo studied the handwriting on the envelope. Don’t recognize the writing. Wonder who it’s from?  He pulled an obsidian letter opener from a map pocket on his door and slit the envelope. He replaced the letter opener and pulled out a sheet of paper.

Beware! Things might not be as they seem. Eyes are watching over you. Take all precautions if you want to live.

The handwritten note was unsigned.

“Hmm.” Mongo stuffed the note back in the envelope and shoved it next to the letter opener.

“Where to, sir?” The driver glanced in the rearview mirror.

“Huh?” Mongo glanced at his watch. Still early, but some of the students should already be there. “Oh, take me to Euphoria.”

“Very good, sir.” The driver started the vehicle and pulled out of Mongo’s driveway. He turned left and weaved his way down the hill. They continued through the city, bright with neon signs and billboards. Thirty minutes later, the driver stopped in front of the Euphoria Lounge Bar.

Akin hurried out of the front seat and assisted Mongo out of the back.

“Akin, check inside and see if Obasi has arrived. If he has, signal to me.” Mongo glanced around before strolling toward the entrance.

Moments later, Akin stuck his head out the entrance door and waved.

Mongo climbed the single step and entered the bar.

“Obasi is at a table in the rear.” Akin pointed. “There are four others with him.

“They’ll be students who wanted to meet with me away from the university. Take up your normal position and keep an eye on them—just in case.”

“As you command, sir.” Akin led Mongo to the table before moving to the bar, where he sat on a stool facing the room.

Obasi and the others stood while Mongo took the final empty seat. “We are a small group tonight, Mongo. However, there are others who want to meet you—perhaps next week.”

Mongo nodded to a waitress who set a glass in front of him.

“Sir, would you like anything else?”

“No. Thank you.”

The waitress smiled at him as she departed.

“Mongo, you know my sister, Yoruba.” Obasi gestured to the woman sitting next to him. “Let me introduce the others. From her right, going around the table, are Musa, Ibrahim, and Ovie. You might recognize them as they”

The three men grinned as they each half-raised a hand as Obasi called out their names.

“Welcome, everyone. I apologize for cancelling the W National Park excursion, but something unexpected came up.” Mongo sipped on the drink the waitress had brought him. “I expected more interest based on comments made in my classes.” He shook his head. “Oh, well. Can’t be helped—anything could have arisen for the others as it did for me. In any event, I had planned to pick four people to function as field agents to increase our organization’s membership.

Yoruba raised a hand. “Will you do the excursion on another day?”

“Yes, of course. I had planned to have everyone swear an oath of secrecy and go through an initiation. We’ll skip the initiation for now, but to continue to hear more about us, you will need to swear an oath.” Mongo glanced at the four students, who appeared eager to proceed.

“If you’re ready, repeat after me. I, state your name, do swear upon pain of torture or even death to abide by the rules governing the organization to which I pledge my allegiance. I will never divulge what I know to any outsiders.”

The students looked at each other.

“Mongo, why such a serious oath?” Musa shook his head. “This seems like a skit from a movie, not a real-life vow.”

“If you cannot take the oath, you’re welcome to leave—now.” Mongo glared at Musa. “This is a dangerous business, and we do not take anything for granted.”

“No-no.” Musa raised his hands as if to ward off an attack. “I was just voicing my opinion.”

Mongo smiled. “Opinions are always welcome as long as the person providing them obeys the rules.”

“Understood, Mongo.” Musa lowered his head. “I am sorry if I offended you.”

Mongo glanced at Obasi. “No worries. If you’re ready, let’s do the oath.”

Everyone stood and repeated the words spoken by Mongo.

When they finished, Mongo and Obasi clapped.

The waitress returned with a tray of drinks. After setting one in front of each person, she departed.

“Welcome to the Black Shadow.” Obasi grinned as he raised a glass of chapman. “To the enrichment of those seeking to gain forbidden knowledge.”

Everyone reached for their glasses, raised them, and took a drink.

“Ugh. What is this?” Ovie grimaced.

Mongo chuckled. “Chapman. I didn’t want to use alcohol for toasting such an important event. As Obasi said, ‘Welcome to the Black Shadow.’”

“When will we learn more?” Yoruba took a swig of her drink.

Mongo glanced at his watch as he stood. “It’s getting late for me as I have another important engagement this evening. Obasi will fill you in.”

More next time.

This brings us to an end for another week. I hope you found something of interest. If you have any suggestions for a topic you’d like to read about, please let me know. Until the next time, thank you for reading and hope you drop in again.

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