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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 25, 2025

Randall Krzak

Happy Memorial Day weekend to those celebrating. Did you know that Memorial Day was first called Decoration Day, because it was when people went to local cemeteries and decorated the graves of military personnel who had died in the line of duty. It was first celebrated in 1868. One hundred years later, Congress changed the observance to the last Monday in May, but the name wasn’t changed to Memorial Day until 1971.  Memorial Day endures as a holiday which most businesses observe because it marks the unofficial beginning of summer.  No matter what your traditions are for this weekend, have an enjoyable one!

The Detroit Tigers played another seven games over the past week. They won three of them and lost four, including three losses in a row. Their record is now 33-20. They are still on top of the American League’s Central Division with a three game lead over Cleveland and Minnesota.

“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.” – Anne Frank. 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 25th, the twenty-first Sunday of 2025 and the fourth and final one in May. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Claude Buffier, French philosopher and historian; Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist and philosopher (Concord Hymn); Jacob Burckhardt, Swiss cultural historian; Jules de Geyter, Belgian poet (International); Naim Frashëri, Albanian poet and writer; Johann Baptist Singenberger, Swiss composer, music teacher, editor and publisher of liturgical music; William Maxwell Aitken, Lord Beaverbrook, Canadian English newspaper publisher (Daily Express); Elsa Maxwell, American writer (Jack Paar Show); Miles Malleson, British stage and screen actor, and writer (Kind Hearts and Coronets; Postman’s Knock); Robert Willem Pieter Peereboom, Dutch editor in chief (Haarlem Newspaper); Dirk Vansina, Flemish playwright (Verschaeve Gives Evidence); Bennett Cerf, American publisher (Random House) and panelist (What’s My Line); Gustav Regler, German writer; Kazi Nazrul Islam, Bengali poet, musician, revolutionary and philosopher; Theodore Roethke, American poet (Words for the Wind); Dan Wolf, American journalist, writer, and editor (founder of The Village Voice); John Weitz, American author and fashion designer (Friends in High Places); Rosario Castellanos, Mexican poet (Balún Canán); Robert Ludlum, American spy novelist (Bourne Identity); John Gregory Dunne, American writer (Up Close & Personal, True Confessions); Raymond Carver, American poet and short story writer (Furious Season); David A. Hargrave, American game designer and writer known as The Dream Weaver (Arduin); David A. Hargrave, American game designer and writer known as The Dream Weaver (Arduin); Bob Gale, American screenwriter (Back to the Future); Eve Ensler, American playwright (The Vagina Monologues); Edward Lee, American writer (Mr. Torso); Dorothy Straight, American 4-year-old author (How the World Began); and Poppy Z. Brite [Billy Martin], American author (Lost Souls, Drawing Blood).

Any names familiar to you? There were two  for me this week: Ralph Waldo Emerson and Robert Ludlum. 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 progressing nicely with Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were thirty-four new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 170. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

The following morning, Latimer set up his makeshift workshop. After storing his automatons, spare parts, and his supplies, he turned to his new assistant. “Private Jameson. Please find us a barrel of water. Also, if you can rustle up some coffee, I sure could use some.”

“Yes, sir.” Jameson rushed from the tent.

The tent flap rustled as someone shoved it aside.

Latimer glanced up and stood when he saw General Beauregard. “Good morning, General.”

“Do you have everything you need?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. I think it’s time to get one of your birds in the air. A picket reported he heard enemy movement.”

“Right away, General.”

Three hours later, Latimer handed four images to General Beauregard. “Sir, the Yankees are amassing. Here’s proof.”

Beauregard studied the images. “I wish you could provide images faster.” He sighed. I suppose that isn’t possible, is it?”

“No, General.” Latimer shook his head. “Even what I have created is far beyond anything else available at the present.”

“Okay, Latimer. Keep ‘em coming. In the meantime, we shall begin deploying our forces and go after the Yankees.”

For the next four hours, cannon fire and rifle fire echoed across the river. Thick smoke filled the valleys, making it difficult to see. The battle ebbed and flowed, with both sides giving ground and taking from the enemy.

Late that afternoon, Colonel Stuart and his cavalry entered the fray. They threw the Yankees into disarray and confusion, causing chaos among the mass of Union regiments. Before long, the Yankees turned tail and headed back to Washington.

The Confederate troops cheered, and fired their weapons into the air, as they celebrated their first victory of the war.

General Beauregard returned to his command tent. He surveyed his commanders, many who were covered with bandages and blood splatters. He nodded. “Well done, gentlemen. We made the Yankees chase their tail. However, at what cost?”

General Johnston stood. “Sir, I believe we suffered almost one thousand seven hundred casualties. But, the Yankees lost even more.”

The tent flap was thrust aside.

President Davis stepped inside and approached Beauregard. “General, what are your men doing here? Why didn’t they chase the Yankees clear back to Washington while you had the chance?”

“I—”

“We must learn from this first encounter with the enemy. I fear it will not be the last one.” A grim smile creased his face. “At least this will show the Confederacy is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Yes, sir, Mister President.”

Later, the Confederate press would label the Yankee retreat as the, “Great Skedaddle.”

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, May 4, 2025

Randall Krzak

Mother Nature decided to give the forecasters a break. We were supposed to have multiple thunderstorms overnight-only had one brief storm. Supposed to be a rain-free day today, and I hope that bears out as we’ll be at a local farmer’s market.

The Detroit Pistons won gave five of their best-of-seven series with the New York Knicks, but lost game six, ending their season. Hopefully, Detroit will bounce back when the new season begins.

The Detroit Tigers played seven games over the past week, winning four of them. Their record is now 21-13, and they are still in first place in the American League Central Division, with a game and a half lead over Cleveland.

“You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it.” – Octavia E. Butler. 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 4th, the eighteenth Sunday of 2025 and the first lone in May. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Richard Graves, English writer; Friedrich Arnold Brockhaus, German encyclopedia publisher; Horace Mann, American educator, author, abolitionist and politician who pioneered public schools; William H. Prescott, American historian; Joseph Whitaker, British publisher (Whitaker’s Almanac); Mynona [Salomo Friedlaender], German-Jewish philospher and writer (The Creator); Ramiro de Maeztu, Spanish writer (Don Quixote & Celestine); Wilhelm Lehmann, German writer; J. W. F. Werumeus Buning, Dutch poet (Daily Bread); (Nicolaas) “Cola” Debrot, Dutch lawyer, doctor, author and politician (Governor of the Netherlands Antilles, 1962-70); Lincoln Kirstein, American writer and impresario; Jeroom Verten [Jozef Frans Vermetten], Flemish playwright; Emmanuel Roblès, Algerian-French novelist and playwright (Lesson Hauteurs); Jane Jacobs, American-Canadian author and urbanologist (The Death and Life of Great American Cities); Peter Blum, Afrikaan poet (Capricorn; Gerlind Reinshagen, German novelist, children’s book author, and playwright (Himmel und Erde (Heaven and Earth)); Carlos Monsiváis, Mexican writer and political activist,; Amos Oz, Israeli author (My Michael); Robin Cook, American physician and novelist; Monika van Paemel, Belgian writer (Accursed Fathers); Narasimhan Ram, Indian journalist (The Hindu); Graham Swift, British author (Waterland, Last Orders); and Ishita Bhaduri, Indian (Bengali) poet.

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

Things are moving forward with Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion. The first twenty-three chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were eighteen new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to ninety-eight. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s the first snippet:

In the spring of 1848, Johann Spreckler, a tall, thin man in his early thirties,  maintained a small workshop in the Jura mountain region of Switzerland. A watchmaker by trade, his true passion was trying to create completely mechanical animals and machinery. Using the tools and parts from his trade, he developed the inner workings of life-size mice that would move about his worktable with amazingly realistic movements.

In his delight, he shared his little toy mouse with his friend, Carl Ludden. His friend was astounded at the machine.

The shiny brass rodent moved about the desktop but, eventually ran off the edge and crashed to the floor.

“I must find a way to control the movement,” Johann said.

That was where his troubles began. For ten years he worked late into the night after his shop closed, trying to develop a mechanism to control his various machines. If he was to control the workings of his creations, he needed a power source other than winding the mechanism as you would a clock.

One night, Johann was overcome by fatigue and rested his head on his workbench. In a dream, he saw the materials needed to create not only a power source, but a signal that would give the machines the ability to move on their own naturally. When he awoke before dawn he set about forging the materials needed to create the power source.

It took another three years for the ‘accumulator’ to be perfected. To his amazement, the creatures took on near-perfect behaviors. They no longer ran off the edge of his bench, but would scurry about the floor avoiding chair legs, hopping onto the rugs. To Johann’s astonishment, the smaller versions would crawl up his sleeve and rest on his shoulder while he worked. Something magical, even mystical occurred in the accumulator’s wiring.

Johann didn’t understand what he had created but was thrilled at the results.

He thought his toys to be innocent fun. He prepared a dozen mice, a small palm-sized bird that would fly about the room, and a miniature man who would sweep the floor with a small straw broom. He planned to offer his wondrous toys for Christmas.

In his shop, he allowed two of the mice to scurry over the counter.

The bird sat on the shelf chirping and flapping its wings. Without any command, it would take flight, circle the room, and come back to the shelf.

When a customer reacted, Johann would proudly tell them the creatures were for sale and quote the price. To his utter and complete disappointment, no one was interested, and in a lot of cases, the customers were terrified of his creatures and fled the store.

The snow was drifting and piled against the front of Johann’s watch shop the morning the mayor, the town elder priest and a rich landowner came into the shop.

From their scowls, Johann knew it wasn’t a cordial visit. He welcomed them. “Good morning, gentlemen.”

It was at that moment the bird lifted from the shelf and looped around the shop.

The priest made the sign of the cross.

The landowner turned to the mayor. He whispered, “See, what did I tell you?”

“Where did you get that creature?”

Johann smiled broadly. “I made him.”

“How can a man create something that is alive?” the priest asked.

‘It does imitate a bird, but I would not say it was alive. After all, it doesn’t eat, drink, or breathe.”

“Satan is the ultimate imitator,” the priest replied. “He has his way of imitating all things that are true and pure in God’s creation.”

“How did you learn to make these creatures?” the mayor asked.

Johann didn’t fully reflect on the way his answer would sound.  “It came to me in a dream.”

The priest turned to the major. He spoke in a soft voice. “De profundis clamavi ad te. (Evil calls for help from evil).”

“Do you renounce Satan and all his work and ways?” The landowner acted as if he was performing an exorcism.

“I think you misunderstand my work gentlemen. I am a watchmaker. The toys are but machines. Is a clock or watch a thing of the devil?” Johann tried to hide his fear of where the conversation was going.

The priest could barely contain his anger. “All day long they distort my words. All their thoughts are against me for evil.”

“I am not evil. I am a simple watchmaker and inventor. Why do you see me as doing something against God? He doesn’t enter into this work. I have made innocent toys.”

The landowner slapped his hat against his palm. “To lead children astray. To remove God’s creation with imitations.”

“This will not do,” the mayor said. “I cannot let this distraction from the Church go on in my city. I order this shop closed. I will send the chief magistrate to lock and secure it.”

“You can’t!” Johann protested.

“I can and I have,” the mayor snapped.

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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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.

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Randall’s Ramblings, March 23, 2025

Randall Krzak

We’re now officially in Spring. The trees continue to bud, while the daffodils are now past their best, and lawns are turning green. Not a good time for those with seasonal allergies!

The NCAA’s March Madness kicked off this week, with sixty-four team vying to move forward. My two teams are both in the South bracket and have started out with wins. Michigan (5) beat UC San Diego (12) 68-65 in round one, while Michigan State (2) slammed Bryant (15) 81-62.

Michigan continued in round two with another win, this time over Texas A&M (4) 91-79. Michigan State plays New Mexico (10) in round two this evening.

Michigan is now in the Sweet Sixteen, were they’ll face Auburn (1). All being well, Michigan State will move into the Sweet Sixteen as well.

The Detroit Pistons are now 39-32, with five regular season games remaining. Right now, they’re still in the top eight in the conference and will continue into the playoffs.

The Detroit Tigers played six Spring training games this week, splitting 3-3. They are now 12-12, but still in second place in their division. They’ll begin the regular season on March 27th against the LA Dodgers.

 “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 March 23rd, the twelth Sunday of 2025 and the fourth and final one for March. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Jeronimo de Bosch Kemper, Dutch sociologist and historian (Statistic yearbook); Alekey Pisemski, Russian novelist and playwright (A Bitter Lot); Eduard Schlagintweit, German writer; Uchimura Kanzō, Japanese religious writer and pacifist (How I Became a Christian); Roger Martin du Gard, French novelist (Les Thibault, 1937 Nobel Prize for Literature); Frank Sargeson [Norris Frank Davey], New Zealand short story writer and playwright; Akira Kurosawa, Japanese director and screenwriter who was posthumously named “Asian of the Century” in the “Arts, Literature, and Culture” category (Rashomon, Drunken Angel, Seven Samurai, Ran); Francis Berry, British poet and academic (Shakespearean scholar); Jimmy Edwards, British comedy writer and actor (Take It From Here, Whack-O!); Barry Cryer, British comic, writer (The Kenny Everett Show; Ross Abbot; The Two Ronnies), and actor (All You Need Is Cash); Alan Bleasdale, English author, playwright and scriptwriter (Are You Lonesome Tonight); Kim Stanley Robinson, American sci-fi author (Mars Trilogy); Gary Whitehead, American poet; Mitch Cullin, American novelist (A Slight Trick of the Mind); Judith Godrèche, French actress (The Man in the Iron Mask; L’Auberge espagnole), and novelist (Point de côté); Randall Park, American comedian, writer, and actor (Fresh Off the Boat); and Jayson Blair, American journalist and author.

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 sixteen of Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series this week. It’s now posted to the two  online subscription writing sites I use. There were another six reviews this week, bringing the total to 226. As always, plenty of suggestions to improve my writing.

Here’s another snippet:

Evelyn glanced around the otherwise empty office. “Ahem. We’d like to make some flight reservations, please.”

Dolores eased her glasses over her eyes as she continue to blow bubbles. “Where to and when, hon?” She spoke with a New York accent.

“Well, my dear. If you could pull yourself away from your bubble blowing, we’d like to book three tickets from here to Johannesburg.”

Dolores frowned as she spit her gum into a wastepaper basket. “Don’t get uppity with me, hon, or I’ll find flights that take the longest to arrive.” She smirked. “Come back in a day or two, and I might have something for you.”

“Ahem. Our trip is rather urgent.” Trevor introduced himself. “I am Colonel Trevor Franklin, Retired. Lady Evelyn and I are on our way to meet with South African officials who requested the meeting.”

“Spaz. And I suppose Miss Smart Mouth here is the queen of England.”

“Not quite, hon. But I am a cousin of the king.”

“So? Unless the ambassador tells me to kiss your butt, you’ll wait like everyone else.”

“Perhaps we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.” Evelyn glanced at Trevor as if to keep him quiet. “It’s imperative that we depart as soon as possible.”

Dolores popped a new piece of gum in her mouth and chewed. “Well, hon. Since you sorta apologized for your rude behavior, I’ll see what I can do.” She pulled her keyboard closer as she squinted at the screen. “You said Joburg, right?”

Evelyn bit back a retort, electing to give the woman the benefit of the doubt. “Yes, but I suspect it will be listed as Johannesburg.”

Dolores began blowing bubbles as she used two fingers to peck at her keyboard. “No direct flights.” She continued to type, tilting her head. “It looks like you won’t be able to depart for at least a week. All the economy seats out of Tocumen are booked.”

“That won’t work.” Evelyn sighed. “What about business class or first class?”

Dolores used a long fingernail painted bright red to pop a bubble. “Hon, no one, and I mean no one, gets a business class ticket without the ambassador’s prior authorization.” She laughed. “I’ve been here ten years, and I’ve never booked a first class ticket—not even for the ambassador.”

“Well, our boss authorized us to travel ASAP, even if it meant the higher-priced tickets.”

“What your boss says has no merit in this office, hon. You might as well get used to the idea you’re not going anywhere right away.”

Evelyn sighed as she pulled her Hyperion encrypted cellphone from a back pocket. Thumbing through her contact list, she selected the number she wanted and dialed, turning on the speaker phone.

Moments later, a high-pitched female voice answered. “Gosh, Lady Evelyn. It’s so great to hear from you. What can I do for you?”

“Hello, Georgia.” Evelyn chuckled. “How soon can you get CC, Trevor, and me to Joburg?”

“CC called earlier and told me to expect to hear from you, so I dug right in. I have you booked first class, which Admiral Blakely authorized, for tomorrow morning, departing at 09:30 for Washington Dulles. After a brief layover, you’ll fly to London. Here’s where it gets tricky—you’ll have a twelve-hour delay before your flight to Johannesburg.”

“Not a problem, Georgia. We can spend the day with Sir Alex. What’s the overall flight time, including layovers?”

“Let’s see.” The clatter of Georgia’s fingers on her keyboard echoed through the speaker. “Tomorrow’s Tuesday. You’ll reach South Africa on Thursday morning. The total number of hours for your trip is—holy smokes! It’ll take thirty-nine hours. I’ll arrange for transportation from Joburg to the embassy in Pretoria. CC said you’ll be meeting with Hendrik Webster, the director general of the State Security Agency, so I’ll request the embassy set up an appointment with him.”

“Many thanks, Georgia. You’re a gem.”

“Just doing my job, Lady Evelyn. Although I do wish I was going with you. I’ve always wanted to visit Kruger National Park and the Kirstenbosch National Botanical Garden. By the way, each ticket costs just over fourteen thousand five hundred dollars.”

Evelyn laughed. “Both locations are on my bucket list. Perhaps one day we can visit them together. Glad we’re not paying for the flights, although I could use my AMEX Black Card.”

“That would be a trip of a lifetime—save your card to cover our personal flights.” George chuckled.  “I just sent the flight info to your phones.”

Pings came from Evelyn and Trevor’s phones.

“Just came in, Georgia. Many thanks.” Evelyn glanced at Trevor, who gave her a thumbs up.

“Anything else I can do for you today, Lady Evelyn?”

“No, that’s all. Thanks again for your help. Talk with you soon.” Evelyn broke the connection, put the phone back in her pocket, and faced Dolores. “You could learn a lesson or two from Georgia on how to deal with customers.”

Dolores popped more bubbles but didn’t reply.

Evelyn turned and walked out of the office, followed by Trevor.

As they walked along the corridor, Trevor chuckled. “I expected some resistance from the travel office as they always think they’re a law onto themselves. Good job in dealing with her.”

“Typical plebian. Let’s find CC and Rufus. As Robin Williams once said, “How about you and me blow this Popsicle stand?”

They both laughed as they entered the almost-empty canteen.

CC and Rufus sat at a table in the corner, nursing coffee cups. They stood as Evelyn and Trevor approached.

“I see you got things sorted.” CC tapped his shirt pocket from where his phone protruded. “The canteen is about to close. Why don’t we head to the hotel, get checked in, and find a place for dinner?”

Evelyn nodded. “You know how to talk a girl off her feet. Lead the way, my shining knight.”

Rufus stuck a finger in his throat as if he was going to puke.

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 2, 2025

Randall Krzak

Wildlife continue to visit on a regular basis. In addition to an abundance of various birds and at least eight squirrels, wild turkeys are prevalent. We haven’t seen as many deer recently, but there were four on Thursday and five on Fridays. As it gets warmer, we expect to see our larger visitors decline.

As college basketball heats up with conference championships on the horizon, followed by March Madness, which begins on March 18th, Michigan State (ranked eighth in the Top Twenty-Five) and Michigan (ranked fifteenth) site atop the Big Ten standings with 14-3 conference records (23-5 and 22-6, overall, respectively). 

Both teams have three conference games remaining. Assuming each team wins the first two, this will set up an exciting rematch on March 9th, when Michigan travels to Michigan State for the finale. Meanwhile, Michigan State plays Wisconsin later today, while Michigan takes on Illinois.

Over the past week, the Detroit Pistons won three games while dropping another. There record is now 34-27.  They have twenty-one games remaining on their 2024/25 schedule and are currently 6th in the Eastern Conference.

We’re now getting some warmer temperatures, with highs getting into the lower 70s.  However, the forecast for the following week shows temperatures primarily in the lower-mid 60s. Most days will be dry, but there is a slight chance of rain a couple of days and even a thunderstorm.

“Step out of the history that is holding you back. Step into the new story you are willing to create.”
– Oprah Winfrey. Compliments of https://copyblogger.com/inspirational-quotes-for-writers/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on March 2nd, the ninth Sunday of 2025 and the first one for March. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Thomas Bodley, English diplomat and scholar (founder of the Bodleian Library); George Sandys, English colonist and poet; Camille Desmoulins, French journalist, pamphleteer and revolutionary leader (his oratory led to storming of the Bastille); Evgeny Baratynsky, Russian poet; Janos Arany, Hungarian epic poet (Toldi, Death of King Buda); Multatuli [Eduard Douwes Dekker], Dutch writer (Max Havelaar); Henry Beebee Carrington, American lawyer, professor, prolific author, and Brigadier General (Union Army); Carl Schurz, German-American journalist and Major General (Union Army); Herman Schaepman ‘the Doctor’, Dutch poet, Roman Catholic priest, theologian, and politician; Sholem Aleichem [Solomon Rabinowitz], Yiddish author and playwright (Fiddler on the Roof, Tevye the Dairyman); John Jay Chapman, American poet, and writer (Learning & Other Essays); Dr, Seuss, American children’s author (The Cat in the Hat, Green Eggs and Ham); Godfried Bomans, Dutch humorist and writer and TV personality (Pieter Bas); David Goodis, American crime fiction writer; Tom Wolfe, American journalist and author (The Right Stuff); John Cornell, Australian screenwriter (Paul Hogan Show; Crocodile Dundee), and director (Crocodile Dundee II); John Irving, American short-story writer (The World According to Garp; The Cider House Rules); Peter Straub, American award-winning fantasy and horror author; Mark Evanier, American writer; Michael Salinger, American poet known for his Poetry Slam performances; Morioka Hiroyuki, Japanese science fiction writer; and Glenn Rubenstein, American writer and journalist.

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this week: Dr. Seuss and John Irving. 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 finished chapter fourteen of Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series this week. It’s now posted to the two  online subscription writing sites I use. There were another eighteen reviews this week, bringing the total to 206. As always, plenty of suggestions to improve my writing.

Here’s another snippet:

An hour later, Andres woke with a start. After glancing around and not spotting anyone, he donned his hat, rolled up the blanket, and mounted Shadow.  Soon he was back at the stables, turning Shadow’s reins over to the servant who brought out the horse earlier. “Gracias. Give him a good rub down and a portion of oats.”

“De nada, Jefe. I shall look after Shadow.” The servant took the reins and led Shadow away.

In a better mood, Andres returned to the hacienda. He walked along the veranda and entered through French doors into his office.

A servant appeared, holding a cup of coffee. “Did you enjoy your ride, Jefe? I thought you might like a drink to refresh you.”

“Gracias. Yes, the ride was worthwhile. I should do it more often. Has my guest arrived yet?”

“Sí, Jefe. He is meeting with Señor Juan at the moment. Shall I send them to you?”

“Sí, gracias.”

After the servant departed, he glanced around the room.  It was once the refuge of the previous owner. Its Brazilian cherrywood floor contrasted with the two walls lined with floor-to-ceiling oak bookcases. One day I should start reading the books.

A stack of hardwood in a stone fireplace waited to be ignited when the evening weather turned cool. The outer wall boasted glazed windows, with two sets of French doors opening onto the veranda. A massive portrait of his father seated on a brown quarter horse took center stage on the wall behind the desk. If only Padre could see me now.

His reminiscing was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Enter.”

Juan Guzman, Andres’ primary accountant, opened the door and stepped aside to let a short, stocky man with bowed legs enter.

They took easy chairs in front of Andres’ Italian-made oak desk.

“Jefe, this is Obasi Bankole, the deputy leader of Nigeria’s Black Shadow.”

Andres stood and shook hands with Obasi before the three men sat.

“I understand Black Shadow is looking to purchase cocaine from us.” Andres rubbed his upper lip, which was clean-shaven as was Obasi’s.

“Yes. I am authorized to arrange an agreement between our organizations.” Obasi smiled. “Of course, you must realize Africa is an impoverished continent compared to the Americas, so our purse strings are not as deep.”

Andres laughed. “I assume Juan gave you our initial price, which might be negotiable if terms can be reached.”

“Yes.” Obasi nodded as he lifted the briefcase he brought with him and extracted a document. He glanced at it before handing it to Andres. “As you can see, our leader, Mongo Abara, has proposed fifteen thousand dollars a kilo, if you can provide at least five hundred kilos to start.”

Andres turned to Juan. “What do you think? I know we can handle five hundred kilos without any difficulty. What about the price?”

“Jefe, I believe the best price we can do is eighteen thousand a kilo.”

Andres glanced at Obasi. “Will this work for you?”

Obasi shook his head. “I suggest sixteen thousand.”

“Hmm.” Andres stared at the ceiling. “Make it seventeen thousand and we have a deal. How would you like the cocaine delivered?”

“If I agree to seventeen thousand, we would like the merchandise delivered to one of our ships outside the Nigerian maritime border, which extends two hundred nautical miles from the coast.”

“Agreed. We would use a Panamanian-registered freighter for delivery. The initial funds must be sent to a bank of our choosing. Juan will help you with this. Future shipments can be paid to the ship’s captain for transferal to us.”

Obasi nodded. “Your terms are acceptable. Thank you.” He stood and reached out a hand.

Andres lumbered to his feet and shook the outstretched hand. “It will be our pleasure to do business with you.” He pushed a bell on the telephone console.

A servant appeared.

“Show Mr. Bankole to his vehicle por favor.” Andres turned to Obasi. “Do you require anything before your departure?”

“No.” Obasi glanced at his watch. “If I return to the airport now and depart, I shall be back in Nigeria this evening. Until we meet again.”

The servant escorted Obasi from the office.

 Andres turned to his accountant. “Keep a close eye on the progress with our new partner, Juan. If you find anything untoward, it might be necessary to contact someone in Miami to send a message. They’ll know just what is needed.”

Sí, Jefe.” Juan grinned. “My cousin’s friends are always looking to expand their influence. They will show these Black Shadow people not to mess with the CDG.” He drew an imaginary knife across his throat. “Otherwise, they shall become bait for the sharks.”

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 Rambling, February 23, 2025

Randall Krzak

The wild turkeys put in appearances almost every day during the past week. Most times, it was just a group of 15-20 females, but on a couple of occasions, they were accompanied by a tom.  While the females pecked at the ground, the gobbler remained in the background as if keeping watch over the group. They usually departed en masse about twenty minutes after arriving.

This week we received a list of our next participation in the local farmer’s market. We have eight confirmed dates (all Sundays) between the beginning of May and the end of August. In addition, we’re wait listed for the other Sundays. Some time during this period, we should also receive word about our inclusion for September through the end of the year.

On Wednesday and Thursday morning, we had a few snow flurries–no real accumulation except a bit in sheltered areas. However, the temperature was sufficient so even this accumulation didn’t hang around long. It was funny hearing people in the stores talk about the flurries as if a major storm was going to hit us. It didn’t.

Turning to college basketball, Michigan won last Sunday and moved up to 12th in the Top Twenty.  Michigan State also won on Tuesday, but slid to 14th. On Friday, the two teams played each other in Ann Arbor. Michigan State won, 75-62, raising their record to 22-5, while Michigan dropped to 21-6.

The Detroit pistons won their first game after the All-Star break. This was their 5th consecutive win, and they are now 30-26. They play again tonight.

“Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.” – Stephen King. Compliments of https://copyblogger.com/inspirational-quotes-for-writers/.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on February 23rd, the eight Sunday of 2025 and the fourth and final one for February. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Samuel Pepys, English navy administrator and Member of Parliament famous for his Diary of the English Restoration period; Wilhelmus Schortinghuis, Dutch theologist (Profound Christianity); Richard Price, Welsh philosopher; John Walter II, English newspaper owner (who made The Times into an important newspaper, 1812-47); Herman Neubronner van der Tuuk, Dutch philologist (Tobasch’ Grammar); W.E.B. Du Bois, American civil rights activist, writer (Souls of Black Folk) and co-founder of the NAACP; B. Traven, German novelist (“The Death Ship”; “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre”) who is cloaked in mystery and whose identity, real name and birthplace is disputed; Erich Kästner, German writer; Mien van ‘t Sant, Dutch author (Mieke serial); William L. Shirer, American journalist and historian (Rise & Fall of 3rd Reich); Walter Allen, English writer and literary critic; Heinrich Schirmbeck, German author and activist (Das Spiegellabyrinth); David Wright, South African-British poet (Deafness: A Personal Account; Gery Florizoone, Flemish poet; Gerry Davis, British screenwriter (Dr Who); Jef Geeraerts, Flemish writer (Black Venus) and crime novelist; Donna J. Stone, American poet (Wielder of Words); Bernard Cornwell, English historical novelist; John Sandford, American novelist; and Doug Moench, American comic book writer known for his work on Batman and “Master of Kung Fu”.

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this week: Bernard Cornwell and John Sandford. 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 finished chapter thirteen of Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series this week. It’s now posted to the two  online subscription writing sites I use. There were another seven reviews this week, bringing the total to 188. As always, plenty of suggestions to improve my writing.

As previously mentioned the cover is a filler, as the final cover won’t be done until the entire first draft is completed.  Here’s another snippet:

“Mis amigos, later today, I shall meet with a representative from a Nigerian group interested in purchasing more of our product as they try to increase their influence in Africa. I’ve been in discussion with them for several weeks, and yesterday, we reached an agreement.”

“Well done, Jefe.” Carlos grinned. “what will be our profit?”

“That is something we will settle during today’s negotiation. While we only receive about one thousand eight hundred dollars a kilo in Colombia, I hope to get at least half of what we earn in Estados Unidos, or about eighteen thousand a kilo.”

Diego rubbed his jaw. “B-But, J-Jefe, why the l-lower p-price?”

“Call this an introductory price.” Andres laughed. “When they realize the quality of our product, they will be willing to pay more, perhaps as much as twenty-nine thousand dollars a kilo.”

Carlos whistled. “Dios mío, Jefe!” We shall be richer than ever.”

“Sí and we shall give the church her due to worship God.” Andres clapped his hands.

A servant hovering in the background brought him fresh coffee.

After sipping on the hot brew, Andres glanced at his watch. “Felipe should be arriving soon from Yazivi to give us an update about the men he sent to deal with the outsiders.”

“J-Jefe, you m-mentioned last t-time that I w-would become the deputy j-jefe for Carlos and Felipe. W-When will I s-start?” As normal, Diesgo struggled with his words, caused by a stutter he developed in childhood.

“Do not worry, mi amigo.” Andres smiled. “After you discuss your duties with Carlos and Felipe, I shall pick a start state that is convenient to everyone.”

Diego nodded. “G-Gracias, J-Jefe.”

The door opened, and Felipe stormed in. He walked past the buffet and joined Andres and the others. “Sorry, Jefe. It took longer for me to return than I expected.”

“What happened?” Andres turned and waved a hand at the servant.

The servant brought a pot of coffee and an extra cup. After refilling Andres, Carlos, and Diego’s cups, he poured one for Felipe before returning to his station near the buffet.

Felipe took a sip of the steaming brew. “When I arrived at Yaviza, I expected to find our men were victorious.” He shook his head. “Much to my amazement, three of them were dead and the other three had suffered minor injuries. Arturo, the man I put in charge of the team, suffered the most serious injury, with a puncture near his heart. I brought him back with me, and he’s been taken to the hospital for treatment.” Felipe shrugged. “If he does not survive, there are other men who want to go.”

Andres crossed his arms as he grimaced. “So, who are these interlopers who dared to enter our territory?”

“I do not know, Jefe. But, they must be seasoned warriors.”

“Find out. This is an outrage, and their interference cannot be accepted.” Andres slammed a fist on the table, causing cups to spill. “I have an important meeting today. If details of this indignity were to get out, it might disrupt our expansión plans and make me a laughing stock among the other cartels.”

“Sí, Jefe.” Felipe started to rise.

“Sit.” Andres glared at Felipe. “I will tell you when to go. You must be famished. Eat first and return to Yaviza. Find out who dared to challenge us and get rid of them. If you must take additional men with you, do so.”

“Sí, Jefe. With your permission, I will arrange for more men to return with me. Afterward, I shall eat.”

Andres remained silent as he waved a hand in dismissal.

After Felipe departed, Andres glanced at Carlos and Diego. “Seems we have more work to do. I cannot believe Norteamericano federales are behind this. Must be someone else—perhaps their CIA?” Andres shook his head. “In any event, we must show we are powerful and not someone to be trifled with.” He jumped to his feet. “I’m going for a ride and will return in a couple of hours, in time for my meeting. You are dismissed. Adios.” He left the dining room, slamming the door behind him.

Carlos and Diego climbed out of their seats and echoed Andres’s farewell.  They looked at each other and shrugged.

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, January 26, 2025

Randall Krzak

This week the variety of wildlife visiting us increased. For the first time, we saw two hairy woodpeckers (I think), an Eastern bluebird, and twenty-one wild turkeys. While the turkeys have visited before, we haven’t had this number.  While we’ve heard the woodpeckers before, this was the first time they were close enough to the house to see them. We continue to have regular visits from eight deer, along with squirrels, crows, pigeons, sparrows, cardinals, and blue jays. It’s always interesting to check out our visitors.

I continue to follow the Michigan Wolverines and Michigan State Spartans’ basketball teams. Both team played twice during the past week. Michigan one their first game in overtime, but lost the second one. They are now 14-5, and currently listed as 21st in the Top Twenty-Five, but with the loss will likely lose their position. Michigan State won both of their games, improving their record to 17-2. They are now ranked eighth in the Top Twenty-Five.

With the Detroit Lions faltering at the end of the season, I’ve started following the Detroit Pistons.  The Pistons had an abysmal record last year (2023-24), finishing 14-68. They are already 23-22 this year.

“Desire is the key to motivation, but it’s the determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal – a commitment to excellence – that will enable you to attain the success you seek.” – Mario Andretti. Compliments of https://www.aspiringwriteracademy.com/45-motivational-quotes-for-aspiring-writers.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on January 26th, the fourth Sunday of 2025 and the last one for January. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Florent Chrestien, French writer; Claude Adrien Helvétius, French controversial philosopher (On the Mind); Achim von Arnim [Ludwig Joachim von Arnim], German Romantic poet and writer (Des Knaben Wunderhorn); Rufus King, American newspaper editor, politician and Brigadier General (Union Army); Mary Mapes Dodge, American children’s author (St. Nicholas Magazine), editor and writer (Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates); Samuel Hopkins Adams [Warner Fabian], American journalist and muckraker (Average Jones); Edward Sapir, American linguist and anthropologist (North American Indian languages); Charles Scribner III, American book publisher; lya Ehrenburg, Russian Soviet war correspondent, writer (The Fall of Paris; The Thaw; People, Years, Life), editor, and poet; Menno ter Braak, Dutch writer (Carnaval of the Citizens); Romney Brent, Mexican-American actor and writer (Dinner at the Ritz); Kaye Webb, English writer and publisher (Puffin Club); Philip José Farmer, American sci-fi writer (Riverworld); John Logan Gorlay, British journalist and editor; Michael Bentine, English author and comedian (Reluctant Jester, The Goons); Claude Ryan, Quebec newspaper editor; Farman Fatehpuri [Syed Dildar Ali], Urdu scholar, linguist, critic and author; José María Valverde, Spanish philosopher, poet and translator (La espera, Historia de la literatura universal); Roger Landry, Canadian businessman and newspaper publisher (La Presse); Angela Davis, African American activist, author and professor; Christopher Hampton, Portuguese playwright (Oviri, Hotel du Lac); Jonathan Carroll, American author; and Shannon Hale, American author.

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

Work continues on Vendetta, the sixth novel in my Bedlam series. I posted chapter ten this week to the two subscription writing sites I use. There were another thirteen reviews this week, bringing the total to 141. As always, plenty of suggestions to improve my writing.

As previously mentioned the cover is a filler, as the final cover won’t be done until the entire first draft is completed.  Here’s another snippet:

Andres López, the local leader of the Gaitanistas in Necoclí, paced the veranda of Hacienda Los Urabeños. It was named in honor of a former name for the Gaitanistas. As one of the nephews of the group’s leaders, he held his role with passion and power—both dangerous in his quest to one day become the primary boss.

He flicked the butt of his Cuban cigar over the railing as he continued to pace, running his hands through his long, black hair. He turned as he sensed someone opening a door from inside the hacienda.

One of Andres’ servants held the door open. “Excuse me, Jefe. Breakfast is ready por favor.”

Andres nodded and entered, walking along the inner hallway to the dining room. As he approached, the aroma of the buffet breakfast set his stomach rumbling.

Two of his underlings stood as he took his seat at the head of the table.

Andres motioned for them to sit. “Buenos días, Carlos and Diego.”

The men returned the salutation. “Good morning, Jefe.”

Andres gestured to an empty seat. “Where is Felipe? I thought he would be joining us.”

“Sí, Jefe.” Carlos Ramírez frowned. “We received a message he hadn’t returned from El Tapon del Darien yet. It seems there is a problem near the plant.”

“What sort of problem?”

“It is unclear, Jefe.” Diego Sánchez shrugged. “One of the Embera-Wounaan assisting us reported an issue, but we have not learned the details.”

Andres sighed as he rubbed the jagged scar on his left cheek, the result of a mishap in his youth. “If the Darien weren’t such an excellent place to hide some of our drug-smuggling operations, I would propose we vacate the area. However, we are making a fortune from this business and by charging an entry and transiting tax on the migrants who want to cross into Panama.”

A servant filled a plate from the buffet with beans, rice, and eggs and set it in front of Andres.

A second servant brought Andres a glass of mango juice and a cup of Café San Alberto.

As he drank from the glass, this signaled to the others they could help themselves at the buffet. They stood and filled their plates before rejoining Andres.

Only the sound of the men eating and drinking filled the room as conversation ceased.

Once he finished his breakfast, Andres pushed away his plate and reached for the coffee. After sipping to check the temperature, he smiled and leaned back in his chair, holding the cup.

Even though they hadn’t finished eating, Carlos and Diego followed standard protocol when in Andres’s presence and stopped eating.

The two servants, who had remained in the background, refilled coffee cups and glasses They cleared away the dirty dishes and left the dining room.

Andres cleared his throat. “We must decide soon on where we will push forward with my plan to increase our drug supply distribution center toward the eastern edge of the Darien Gap. I still think La Palma would be the logical choice, given it has a decent-sized population, so we would be able to hire additional men if needed.”

“Sí, Jefe.” Carlos glanced at Diego as if seeking reassurance. “There is an airport outside the town. If memory serves me, it’s called Miraflores Airport. Your advice is always well-intended. However, I propose Yaviza as the better location. Your father established our initial center outside the city to take advantage of access to the Chucunaque River when the population was larger than La Palma. Today, the towns are about the same size. Beyond Yavizi to the east, the roads are paved, making it easier to transport our product into Panama City. La Palma does not have such access. There is also an airstrip near Yaviza.”

“Hmm.” Andres closed his eyes as he stared at the ceiling. Carlos is right—I forgot about El Padre’s venture into the Darien which the rest of the Gaitanistas admired. If he hadn’t sent me to the los Estados Unidos to attend university, I would have remembered. But I can’t let Carlos think he’s in control.

When he opened his eyes, Andres studied his manicured hands before staring at Carlos. “Gracias for the reminder. I had forgotten El Padre’s efforts when the Gaitanistas began taking advantage of the Darien. So, if there are no objections, we will proceed with expanding our distribution center in Yaviza, but I also want to further explore putting a second facility in La Palma.”

Carlos and Diego glanced at each other. They both nodded.

“S-Sí, Jefe.” Diego grinned. “We both a-agree with your p-plan. W-Who will you put in c-charge of the new f-facilities?”

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