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Randall’s Ramblings, July 20, 2023

As predicted, it’s been another steamy week. While there were a few episodes of thunder, there wasn’t enough rain to break into the heat cycle. The upcoming week is supposed to be 87-96, with thunderstorms predicted for today and tomorrow.

Deer and wild turkeys continue to visit on a near-daily basis, along with the regular retinue of birds and squirrels. There was one wild turkey who made a couple of appearance with four young ones. Not sure what they’re called, but it was fun watching them run around.

This past week was the MLB All-Star game. Going into the break, the Detroit Tigers lost four consecutive games. I had hoped they would resume their winning ways, but they’ve lost two more since the break. Their record is now 59-40. At least they’re still in first place  in the American League’s Central Division, with a 11 game lead ahead of second place Cleveland. Today, Detroit plays the Texas Rangers. Hopefully, they can snap their losing streak and  roar back!

“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.”Louis L’Amour.  Compliments of https://www.nicolemgulotta.com/blog/25-inspirational-quotes.

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

Imam Al-Bukhari [Muḥammad al-Bukhari], Islamic scholar and compiler of Hadith (Sahih al-Bukhari); Francesco Petrarch, Italian poet (Italia Mia); Arnaud d’Ossat, French diplomat and writer; Aleksander Fredro, Polish poet and comedy writer (Pan Jowiolski); John Sterling, Scottish writer; Augustin Daly, American playwright and theatrical manager; George Otto Trevelyan, British statesman and biographer; Erik Axel Karlfeldt, Swedish poet (Nobel Prize for Literature 1919-refused; 1931-posthumous); Otto Blumenthal, German mathematician, journal editor (Mathematische Annalen, 1906-38) and university professor; Gustave Charlier, Belgian literary historian and critic; Richard Billinger, Austrian poet and writer (From Where I Came); Maurice Gilliams, Belgian writer and poet (Maria’s Life);Dilys Powell, English film critic and travel writer (Descent from Parnassus); Molly Keane, Irish writer, and playwright; George Johnston, Australian journalist and novelist “My Brother Jack”; Hans Lodeizen [Johannes Frederik], Dutch poet (Het innerlijk behang (The Inner Wallpaper)); Thomas Berger, American novelist (Vital Parts, Little Big Man); Pavel Kohout, Czech-Austrian playwright (Poor Murderer), poet, novelist (I Am Snowing), and dissident (Charter 77); Donald Moffitt, American sci-fi author (The Jupiter Theft; The Genesis Quest); Cormac McCarthy, American Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist (The Road, All the Pretty Horses; No Country for Old Men);and Uwe Johnson, German writer (Gruppe 47).

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’m still 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 another five new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 264. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

After Lincoln finished his morning reading and writing in the upstairs office, Mary snuck inside and composed a letter to Jefferson Davis.

My Dear President Davis,

Your Mosby Raiders are causing quite the consternation here in Washington. I overheard Abraham talking to several congressmen about four raids in Fairfax County earlier this month. If my tallies are accurate, Mosby and his men captured almost one hundred men, killed five others, and wounded over fifteen. Furthermore, they made off with fifty-eight horses and a quantity of arms and equipment.

Abraham can’t know I’m sending this to you, but congratulations are in order for these daring raids.

Mary

***

White House of the Confederacy

Richmond, Virginia

April 24, 1863

President Davis read through the document written by the Confederate Congress and frowned. “This tax-in-kind will rile up the population. However, we need to seize food, fuel, slaves, and other commodities to support our brave soldiers. The farms won’t take kindly to donating ten percent of their corn, wheat, and sweet potatoes.” He rubbed his beard as he studied Latimer’s face. “But what are we to do?”

Latimer remained stoic. “I do not see any other choice, Jefferson. I am sure some fake agents will steal crops and use them to increase their profits.”

“You always get to the crux of the matter, Latimer.” Davis signed the order. “That’s one thing I like about you. I also want to thank you for the assistance you provided to Mosby. But, now I want you back with General Lee.”

Latimer nodded. “I will do your bidding.”

***

The Battle of Chancellorsville

May 1863

Latimer rushed to General Lee’s tent. When he was permitted to enter, he handed over several images. “General, I do not pretend to know anything about military tactics. However, my birds have captured the movements of the Union army as they prepare to cross the Rappahannock River. If what I have learned from you and the other officers is of any use, splitting your forces to counter the Yankee army might crush them.”

Lee nodded. “I concur with your assessment, Latimer. I shall give the order.”

On May 2nd, General Stonewall Jackson’s corps conducted a flanking march that routed the Union forces.

Later that day, one of his aides called Latimer into the tent. “Can you get a message to General Lee? Stonewall’s been injured by his own men during nighttime firing. I am fearful for his life.”

“Of course. I shall see the general presently.”

Five days later, General Lee’s forces were successful in driving General Hooker’s Union army away from Richmond. Three days later, Lee was summoned to Jackson’s tent. When he entered, he observed what he assumed was the pending death of his friend.

General Stonewall Jackson died of pneumonia on May 10th. His last words were, “Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees.”

***

Greenwich, Virginia

May 29, 1863

Mosby’s Raiders continued to harass Union forces, but without Latimer by his side, losses began to mount. Mosby led forty of his men to derail a supply train. A fierce battle ensued, forcing him to retreat. He lost six men killed, twenty wounded, and ten captured.

Twelve days later, Mosby and one hundred of his men crossed the Potomac River at Seneca, Maryland. He had more success here and routed a company of the Sixth Michigan Cavalry and burned their camp.

***

After Lincoln had left the upstairs office to meet with several members of Congress in the Oval Office in early June 1863, Mary raced inside. She found maps and notes for an upcoming fortification by Union soldiers which could lead to a major defeat for the Confederacy. Glancing around to ensure she was alone, Mary quickly jotted down pieces of information and crafted a letter.

My Dear President Davis,

This will likely to be my final letter for the foreseeable future as I feel Abraham is getting suspicious about my questions and interest in the war. However, I stumbled across information I feel is too important to you not to risk my life.

It is my fervent belief that General Hooker is planning to attack Richmond. Among Abraham’s papers was a reference to a place in Pennsylvania—Gettysburg. Is there some way for our brave Confederate troops to launch an attack on this location and lead the Yankees away?

I pray for your continued success.

Mary

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

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.

© Copyright 2025 Randall Krzak. All rights reserved