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Randall’s Ramblings, August 31, 2025

It’s hard to believe but our son turned forty-seven yesterday!  A belated happy birthday to him!!

The wildlife continue to drop in, with many wild turkeys and even some of the deer venturing closer to the back of the house. They’re always a thrill to see, but we have to be quiet at they are quite sky and take off at the slightest unfamiliar sound.

As we head into the last weekend of August and Labor Day approaches, the searing heat seems to have left. Over the past week the temperature rarely made it to mid-80, although it’s been a welcome relief. No rain for the past week, the first time in a long time. Hope everyone has an enjoyable Labor Day weekend!

Over the past week, it’s been a tough run for the Detroit Tigers, winning just once and dropping five games. Even with the poor showing their record is still 79-58 and they remain in first place in the American League Central Division, 8.5 games ahead of second place Kansas City. I hope they get back to their winning ways this week!

This week saw the first games of the 2025 NCAA football season for the Michigan Wolverines and the Michigan State Spartans, with both teams winning. The Wolverines (ranked 14th) defeated New Mexico 34-17, while the Spartans (unranked) slipped past Western Michigan 23-6. Both teams play again next Saturday.

I do not over-intellectualise the production process. I try to keep it simple: Tell the damned story.” — Tom Clancy. Compliments of https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/72-of-the-best-quotes-about-writing.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on August 31t, the thirty-fifth Sunday of 2025 and the fifth and final one in August. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Alexander Radishchev, Russian writer (Journey from St. Petersburg to Moscow); Théophile Gautier, French writer, historian and poet (Albertus, La Chanson de Roland, Émaux et camées); DuBose Heyward, American novelist (Porgy; Star Spangled Virgin); Ramon de Basterra, Spanish writer and diplomat (La Obra de Trajano); Albert Facey, Australian writer (A Fortunate Life); Félix-Antoine Savard, French Canadian priest and novelist; Marianne Bruns, German writer; Dore Schary, American producer, writer and director (Act 1, Boys Town, Big City); Sal Tas, Dutch journalist (Het Parool); William Shawn, American magazine editor (New Yorker, 1952-87); William Saroyan, American novelist and playwright (Time of Your Life); Amrita Preetam, Indian poet and author; Raymond Williams, Welsh academic and novelist (Second Generation); Jeremy Maas, British art dealer and writer; Julio Ramon Ribeyro, Peruvian writer; Robert Adams, American sci-fi author (Castaways in Time); György Károly, Hungarian poet and author; Raymond P. Hammond, American poet and editor of “New York Quarterly”; G. Willow Wilson, American journalist and comic book writer known for “Ms. Marvel”; and Dolly Alderton, British columnist and author (Everything I Know About Love, Good Material).

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 continued  my first edit pass of the manuscript for Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback and make adjustments based on what I think works best. There were another four new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 288. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Davis leaned forward. “Governor, I’m not a king, but I hope I can influence the people regarding how they vote. In fact, the 1870 census began in June, so in the next few weeks we should have the results and be able to use them to influence thinking. If it were up to me, you’d be the next president.”

“Me?” Latimer drained his whisky in an attempt to hide his astonishment. “I’m certain there are men far more capable than me.”

“Perhaps. Be that as it may, if I were a betting man, I’m sure you’d win the prize. Think about it. The next time we meet, you can tell me if you’re interested. If you are, we’ll start working on a plan, but if you decide it’s not for you, I won’t mention it again.”

“Jefferson—I don’t know what to say. I’m humbled and honored by your offer. I’ll give it due consideration.”

“That’s all I can ask.” Davis picked up the decanter. “Another?”

“Perhaps one more. I’m meeting Felipe later at the St. Charles Hotel for a late dinner.”

“How is Felipe? I haven’t seen him in years.”

“He’s doing well, although in my opinion, he drinks too much, but not when he’s working in Canebreak. He asked me for Evangeline’s hand in marriage. I’ve given an initial consent but told him he needs to improve his standing in the community in order to be wed to the governor’s daughter.”

“Quite right.”

“You mentioned two reasons you wanted to meet with me. What’s the other one?”

“Just a minute.” Davis rose and strode to a desk in the corner. He returned with an envelope in his hand. He pulled out a letter and handed it to Latimer. “This came last week from Mary Lincoln. I’d be interested in your assessment.”

Latimer unfolded the letter and began to read.

My Dear President Davis,

I hope this missive finds you, Varina, and the children in good health. Thank you for allowing us to send correspondence through the ambassador’s pouch. This keeps our letters safe from prying eyes who might want to do us harm.

The ambassador does an excellent job of keeping us safe, having assigned an armed guard to the charming cottage he found for us. While not the same as the house we had before moving into the White House, we’ve nevertheless made it our home.

Abraham and I both long to return to America. The weather—let’s just say it’s different, but the food still remains strange to this day. I have learned a smattering of French. With some difficulty, I can converse on a basic level when we meet people who do not speak English. However, I’m afraid Abraham struggles with the simplest of expressions. Even yes and please cause him such consternation.

I have one simple request, Jefferson. Before we die, please allow us to return to America. It’s not so much for me but for Abraham, whom I fear is withering away in this strange land.

  Mary

Latimer folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope before setting it on the table. He beat a rhythm on his lips with a forefinger.

“So, what do you think of Mary’s request?” Davis picked up the letter and put it back on the desk before returning to his seat. “I haven’t replied yet, but plan to do so over the next week.”

“If you want my honest opinion, I believe Lincoln should never be allowed to set foot back in America. I would be afraid of any of his remaining followers attempting a coup and putting him back in the presidency.”

Davis nodded. “I’m of the same viewpoint but wanted to hear your thoughts. I shall put her off returning—at least for now.”

The door to the library opened.

George entered. “Mister President, the First Lady, and your children are waiting for you in the upstairs dining room.”

“Thank you, George.” Davis turned to Latimer. “Are you sure you won’t join us?”

Latimer shook his head. “Thank you, Jefferson. Perhaps next time I visit.”

“Understood.” Davis glanced at George. “Will you please see that Governor Latimer heads in the right direction to the St. Charles Hotel? I wouldn’t want him to get lost.”

Everyone laughed.

“Of course, Mister President. I can escort him to the front door if you like.”

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

Randall’s Ramblings, August 24, 2025

After seeing loads of wildlife over the past few weeks, it’s been fairly quiet this week. There have been  a few turkeys, but the number of deer has dwindled to just a handful. Of course, they could be coming at times other than when we happening to be looking. The number of crows, however, have increased. Not sure why.

The weather has stabilized and were not getting the heat we were having on a regular basis. In fact, right now it’s only 65 degrees! It’s strange to see some of the trees already shedding leaves as it’s still August. Not sure if that means there’ll be more cooler weather on the way.

As we head towards the end of August, the Detroit Tigers are picking up steam. Over the past week, they played six games, winning five and losing one. Their record is now 78-53 and they’ve increased their lead in the American League’s Central Division by three games to 11.5. Meanwhile, Cleveland dropped to third place, giving Kansas City the opportunity to be in second place.

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.” — Ernest Hemingway. Compliments of https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/72-of-the-best-quotes-about-writing.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on August 24th, the thirty-fourth Sunday of 2025 and the fourth one in August. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

John Taylor, English poet (An Arrant Thief); Robert Herrick, English poet (‘Gather ye rosebuds while ye may’); Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Russian novelist, poet and playwright (Prince Serebrenni); Max Beerbohm, English caricaturist, writer and parodist (Saturday Review); Jean Rhys [Ella Gwendolyn Rees Williams], British writer (Voyage in the Dark); Malcolm Cowley, American author (Flowering of New England); Johan Fabricius, Dutch novelist (Island of Demons) and adventurer; Jorge Luis Borges, Argentine short-story writer of fiction (Ficciones, El Aleph, The Book of Sand), essayist and poet; Ruth Schaumann, German painter, writer and sculptor (Rose, Black King); Fernand Braudel, French historian (Civilization & Capitalism); Michel Pablo [Michalis N. Raptis], Chilean-Greek writer and Trotskyist revolutionary (Fourth International); ames Tiptree Jr. [Alice Sheldon], American sci-fi author (Byte Beautiful); Howard Zinn, American historian and activist (A People’s History of the United States); Paul Blackburn, American poet, and editor (Black Mountain Review); David Ireland, Australian author (The Unknown Industrial Prisoner); William V. Shannon, American journalist and ambassador to Ireland (1977-81); A. S. Byatt [Antonia Susan Byatt], English novelist (Possession); Howard Jacobson, British novelist (The Finkler Question) and newspaper columnist; Paulo Coelho, Brazilian author (The Alchemist); Orson Scott Card, American sci-fi author (Hugo; Nebula; Ender’s War); Oscar Hijuelos, American novelist (The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love); Chris Offutt, American writer (The Good Brother); Dana Gould, American comedian, actor, and writer (The Simpsons, 2001-07); and John Green, American author (The Fault in Our Stars) and vlogger.

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 continued  my first edit pass of the manuscript for Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback and make adjustments based on what I think works best. There were another four new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 284. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Latimer rode his chestnut stallion through the bustling streets of Richmond toward the Southern White House. He turned in his saddle to see how Felipe was doing. I know he prefers the Nissen wagon, but we’re getting lots of supplies, so the Conestoga was the better choice.

Felipe followed Latimer, bouncing on the hard bench seat of the Conestoga.

Latimer turned back and continued along the street, stopping near the official residence of President Davis. The two-story building was white, with six colonnades holding up the massive roof at the front of the building.

Several slaves, dressed in matching gray shirts and trousers, manhandled sections of wrought iron fencing into place, which would create a barrier around the facility when completed.

Armed guards kept close watch on the slaves, while four others blocked the entrance to the property.

Latimer stopped in front of them and tipped his hat. “Good day, gentlemen. I am Barnabas Latimer, and I come at the request of President Davis. He’s expecting me.”

One of the guards gestured along the street. “Ya’ll can’t bring your horse. There’s a stable down yonder, not far from the St. Charles Hotel.”

“Much obliged.” Latimer tipped his hat again before guiding his horse to the back of the wagon, where Felipe had stopped. Latimer slid from the saddle and tied his reins to a metal ring. He walked to the front of the wagon.

“I heard, boss. I’ll take your horse to the stable before I head to the general store to load our supplies.” Felipe gestured toward the White House. “Enjoy yourself, but don’t come back too uppity.”

Latimer laughed. “You sure do know how to keep me in my place, Felipe. I’ll join you later at the hotel.”

“Yes, suh.” Felipe shook the reins and headed past the armed guards.

Latimer stepped forward, pulling a folded piece of paper from an envelope. He offered it to one of the guards. “This is my invitation from President Latimer.”

The guard studied the paper. “I can’t read.” He turned to the others. “Can you read this paper?”

They shook their heads.

“Just trust me.” Latimer smiled. “Who in their right mind would try to break into the White House?”

The first guard shrugged. “Well, I guess it’s alright. Someone at the entrance will want to see your invite before they let you enter.”

Latimer smiled as he walked past the guards. Climbing several steps, he walked between two of the colonnades. He identified himself to two giant guards.

One of them spoke in a voice that seemed to originate in his shoes. “What is your purpose here?”

Latimer pulled out the invitation again and offered it to the guard. “I was invited to meet with President Davis. This is from the president.”

The guard glanced at the paper before gesturing toward the main door. “Go right in. The president will be in the library, I suspect. Go along the hallway to the far end and enter the library on the right. The president is expecting you.”

“Much obliged.” Latimer stored the invitation in his pocket and entered the building. As he strode along the corridor, a short, stout, bald, black man appeared.

Dressed in the black livery of an English butler, he approached Latimer. “I am the Southern White House usher, George Slade. My father was William Slade, the usher to President Lincoln. Follow me, please.” Slade turned and continued along the corridor, stopping at a closed door on the right.

He knocked once and opened the door. “Mister President, your guest, Barnabas Latimer, has arrived.” George’s voice boomed as he spoke.

Davis rose from a sofa. “Thank you, George. That is all for now.” Davis strode toward Latimer, hand outstretched. “Barnabas, it’s good to see you again.”

The men shook hands.

Davis gestured toward a sofa on the opposite side of a small table. After they sat, Davis reached for a cutglass decanter filled with whisky and two matching glasses. He poured a splash in each glass and offered one to Latimer. “‘May the citizens of our united country cherish the rights for which they fought, bled, and conquered.’”

Latimer repeated the toast and sipped on his whisky. “Mister President, thank you—”

“Please call me Jefferson when we’re alone, Barnabas. No need for formality.”

“Thank you, Mister.” Latimer smiled. “Jefferson. Thank you for the invitation. Work keeps me so busy, it’s been some time since I’ve been in Richmond.”

“I figured as much. I believe it’s been almost three years since you were here. During that time, I added George and his wife to the staff. She does some of the cooking and oversees the kitchen staff.”

“How did this come about?”

“After I exiled Lincoln, Mary asked if George’s father, William, who was a free man, could go with them to Paris. I concurred and understand he remained with them until his death two years ago.”

Latimer nodded. “Very kind of you.”

Davis waved a hand. “Better to have someone you know close to you. So, how are things in the New Mercia Territory?”

“Thank you for giving me this part of the Kentucky area.”

Davis nodded. “Since it was once part of Virginia, it was mine to give to the man who did so much to help the Confederacy. Of course, I had to convince the current governor to agree, which he did, once I dangled a cabinet position in front of him.”

Latimer smiled. “The territory is expanding at a rapid pace, with new arrivals every week. I named the capital Canebreak for plantation owners who broke many a cane on the backs of slaves. It’s prosperous and provides me with a suitable income, as anyone living in Canebreak must pay an annual fee for the privilege.” Latimer took another sip of his drink.

“Of course, they’re getting something in return. My automatons are making life a bit easier. For example, for the mere cost of two pennies per person, people can be transported from one end of Canebreak to the other via one of my autostokers.”

Davis drained his glass. He poured more whisky into both glasses. “What’s an autostoker?”

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

Randall’s Rambling, August 17, 2025

Well, the cooler temperatures were short-lived and we’ve ended back up with 90+ degree weather.  The humidity has been high as well, so it’s felt sticky most days. Even the occasional thunderstorm/rain didn’t do much to make things more bearable.

After Wednesday evening’s storm, we had our  biggest visit from the local deer population. There were thirteen of them, including four fawns. We’ve also seen a return of the turkeys, but mainly less than a dozen at a time. As always, it’s great to have our wildlife visitors.

The Detroit Tigers had a much better week. Of the seven games they played, they were victorious in six of them and raised their record in the American League’s Central Division to     73-52. They’re now 8.5 games ahead of second place Cleveland. Way to go, Tigers! Keep it up!

“Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.” —Ray Bradbury. Compliments of https://www.nicolemgulotta.com/blog/25-inspirational-quotes.

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been reading articles and forum posts talking about using artificial intelligence for fiction writing. My thoughts? If you can’t come up with your own ideas and need a machine to help you, perhaps you’re in the wrong field. Of course, there will be plenty of people who will argue the benefits, although I think it’s far better to show your own creativity and expand yourself rather than relying on AI. I’ve also seen writers talk about using AI to review other writers’ work. What are they learning to help improve their own craft? At least for now, I don’t think it’s for me, but I guess I’m a dinosaur.

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on August 17th, the thirty-third Sunday of 2025 and the third one in August. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Johann Valentin Andreae, German theologian and writer (claimed to have written Rosicrucian text); Josef Dobrovský, Czech linguist known for “History of the Bohemian Language and Literature”; Jan Hendrik Scholten, Dutch radical theologist (Free Will); Wilfrid Scawen Blunt, English writer (Irish Land League), traveller and Arabian stud founder; Luis Nicolau Fagunde Varela, Brazilian romantic poet (Cântico do Calvário); Henry Drummond, Scottish geologist and evangelist (The Greatest Thing in the World); Vernon Lee [Violet Paget], British author (Satan the master); Gene Stratton-Porter, American author “A Girl of the Limberlost,” and naturalist; Kurt Hiller, German writer; Mae West, American stage and screen actress, writer (She Done Him Wrong; I’m No Angel), and singer (Way Out West); Erik A Blomberg, Swedish art historian, poet and author (Jorden); John Hay Whitney, American financier, diplomat and publisher of the NY Herald Tribune (1961-67); Mary Cain, American newspaper editor and politician; Roger Peyrefitte, French writer (Special Friendships); Safa Khulusi, Iraqi writer and historian; Paul Wiens, German writer; Evan Connell, American author (The Patriot); John A. Emmens, Dutch art historian and poet (Kunst & Vliegwerk); John Hawkes, American writer (2nd Skin); Ted Hughes, English Poet and translator (British Poet Laureate 1984-98); V. S. Naipaul, Trinidadian-British writer (In a Free State, Middle Passage); Julian Fellowes, British screenwriter and television producer who created “Downton Abbey”; Kenneth Walker, American journalist best known for his reporting on apartheid; Judith Regan, American book publisher; Jonathan Franzen, American author (The Corrections); Anthony E. Zuiker, American author, television producer and creator of the “CSI” franchise; Nicola Kraus, American novelist; and Lisa McGee, Irish TV writer and producer of “Derry Girls”.

Any names familiar to you? Thereren’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 started my first edit pass of the manuscript for Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback and make adjustments based on what I think works best. There were another four new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 280. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

After riding with General Grant to the Appomattox Court House, Finn shook hands and disappeared into the nearby woods. He found a suitable place to watch events unfold focusing his spyglass on Grant. Before long, Grant was approached by Robert E. Lee. The two generals shook hands before Grant pulled his sword from a scabbard and held it out to Lee.

Lee accepted Grant’s sword and handed it to an aide.

Afterward, several Confederate soldiers appeared. They secured Grant in leg and arm irons and led him away.

As they departed, Finn heard Lee speak to the soldiers. “Take the general to Andersonville Prison until we decide what to do with him.”

Jefferson Davis and Latimer rode into the area, dismounted, and approached General Lee. After a round of handshakes, they peered to the north as if waiting for someone else to arrive.

Ten minutes later, a chained Abraham Lincoln was led into the clearing.

Finn gasped. What will they do with him? He crept close so he could hear the conversation.

Davis stared at Lincoln before turning to the guards. “Take him away. Make sure he is comfortable for the trip. His wife does not know this yet, but she will join him in Paris.”

A stoic Lincoln gave no resistance as he was led away to his fate.

Tears trickled down Finn’s face. The North surrendered. Why exile him?

After the Confederate soldiers and Lincoln departed, Davis reached into his saddlebags and pulled out a package. He handed it to Latimer. Both men laughed as they shook hands before mounting and leaving the area.

Finn’s mind raced. What did Davis give Latimer? Davis referred to Latimer as governor of New Mercia Territory. Where’s that? Finn mounted his horse. Not sure where to go, he knew he needed to find someone who might know about New Mercia Territory. If anyone would be familiar with this, it would be Harriet Tubman. I’ve got to track her down.

***

Back in his office at the Confederate capital, Jefferson walked to a cabinet against the wall. Opening a cupboard door, he pulled out a bottle of his favorite Kentucky bourbon and a glass. It was a gift from a wealthy plantation owner before the war began. He filled the glass and drank half before sitting down and pulling out a sheet of paper. He continued to sip his drink until the glass was empty. He poured a smaller measure and began to write. 

My dearest Mary,

It is with mixed emotions I write to you.

On the ninth day of this month, I witnessed the surrender of General Grant to General Lee following the Battle of Appomattox Court House. This battle sealed the fate of the Union soldiers as the Confederacy was victorious.

Following Grant’s surrender, waves of Union soldiers followed suit. Grant was led away in chains, and I am unsure of his fate at this time.

On the fourteenth, I ordered Lincoln sent to Paris, where he will remain in exile. I cannot abide his presence in the country where he might be a beacon to those who would try to bring the Union back. In due course, I will arrange passage for you so you can be with him..

Both the North and South owe you an immense debt of gratitude for your service. One day, the impact of the war will diminish as we rebuild our country, and your exploits will become known. Lincoln shall not return to these shores. However, when you feel the time is right, you may return and be welcomed with open arms.

Your grateful servant,

Jefferson

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

Randall’s Ramblings, August 10, 2025

After weeks of hot, sticky temperatures, sometimes reaching 100 degrees, and plenty of thunderstorms, the past week saw temperatures ranging from 68-82 degrees, mostly in the mid-70s. There was plenty of showers but no thunderstorms.  The forecast for the upcoming week appears to show temperatures creeping back up into the upper 80s and a return of thunderstorms.

All week, we’ve seen a flurry of activity from the deer, with as many as six adults and three fawns at the same time. The fawns also seem to be venturing out on their own, as on several occasions, they were unaccompanied. It’s great to see them enjoying themselves!

The Detroit Tigers continued their losing ways this week, winning only two of six games. With their record now at 67-51, their hold on first place in the  American League’s Central Division has dwindled to five games over second-place Cleveland. Hopefully, they’ll be able to snap out of whatever’s causing their doldrums and get back to their winning ways like when they led their division by fourteen games. Go Tigers!

“A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.” ― Dylan Thomas. 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 August 10th, the thirty-second Sunday of 2025 and the second one in August. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Philipp Nicolai, German Lutheran pastor, poet, composer and hymnodist; Leopold Zunz, German Jewish scholar (Science of Judaism); Abai Qunanbaiuli, Kazakh poet, composer and philosopher; John Scott Lidgett, English theologist; Lawrence Binyon, English poet (For the Fallen); Alfred Döblin, German Modernist writer known for “Berlin Alexanderplatz”; Panait Istrati, Romanian writer (“Adrian Zografu” cycle); Voranc Prezikov [Lovro Kuhar], Slovenian author (Samorastniki); Mikhail Zoshchenko, Russian author and satirist; Piet Bakker, Dutch journalist and novelist (Ciske the Rat); Curt Siodmak, German-American novelist and screenwriter (Donovan’s Brain; I Walked With A Zombie); Era Bell Thompson, American magazine editor (Ebony); A. N. Sherwin-White, English ancient historian; Angus Campbell, American psychologist (Elections & Political Order); Jorge Amado de Faria, Brazilian writer (O Pais do Carnaval); Alastair Mackie, Scottish poet and teacher; Barry Unsworth, English novelist (Pascali’s Island); Mark Doty, American poet and prose writer known for “My Alexandria”; Suzanne Collins, American author (The Hunger Games Trilogy); Cate Shortland, Australian film director and screenwriter (Somersault; Lore; Black Widow); and Ted Geoghegan, American filmmaker of horror 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’ve finished editing chapters in the manuscript of Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback. Now the real work begins as I adapt the readers comments into the original manuscript.  There were another four new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 276. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

General Grant relocated his headquarters to City Point, Virginia. He put out word he wanted an update from Finn. A week later, Finn received his written orders when he caught up with a Union patrol. He spotted Mosby and his men in time to warn the lieutenant in charge of the small encampment, saving them from capture.

Several days later, Finn rode into City Point and located General Grant’s headquarters at the home of Dr. Richard Eppes. He dismounted and handed the reins of his horse to a private. “Where can I find General Grant’s tent.”

The private pointed. “Over there, sir, on the east lawn.”

“Much obliged.” He limped in the direction the private showed him.

Two armed guards stopped Finn from entering the general’s tent.

Finn held out a sheet of paper. “I’m Captain Harding here to see General Grant at his request.”

The guards glanced at each other and stood aside.

Finn entered the tent. Spotting the general, he waited to be noticed.

“Ah, Harding. Glad you found my new headquarters. We needed to move as things aren’t going so well.” The general gestured toward a camp chair. Have a seat.”

“Yes, sir.” Finn limped to the chair and sat.

“Still having some trouble with that leg?”

“Yes, sir. It aches sometimes but it’s not stopping the performance of my duties.

The general nodded. “I see you’ve had some success in disrupting Mosby’s operations.”

“Yes, sir. However, he’s as slippery as an eel. Mosby never meets with his men at the farm. There is a tavern where he sometimes goes, although I have yet to see him there. The barkeep lets me know when Mosby and some of his men have been there, but they seem to melt into the countryside before I can locate them.”

“Understood.” Grant sighed. “Keep doing your best; that’s all I can ask. If the situation doesn’t improve, we might have to surrender to the Confederates and that’s something I cannot stomach the thought of.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Dismissed.”

Finn stood, saluted, and left the tent, and headed back toward his temporary home at the Colton property.

***

Latimer stretched out his legs as he accepted a glass of bourbon from Jefferson Davis. “Thank you. This is just what I needed after the ride from Middleburg.”

Davis nodded. “Barnabas, I’m sure you can find any excuse for a drink—as do I.”

Both men chuckled.

Davis drained his glass and pointed to the bottle. “Care for another?”

“Perhaps later. What did you want to talk to me about?”

“As always straight to the matter.” Davis set his glass on the table. “I want to pull you away from Mosby’s Raiders. From all reports, we have the Yankees on the run. General Lee could benefit from you and your machines even more than Mosby. Your work with him produced excellent results as he’s disrupted numerous Yankee operations.”

“Yes. I liked his plan to harass the Yankees from the rear, he destroyed a fair share of supply trains. Spotting dispatch riders led to the capture of several Union officers. We certainly have tied a can to their tales.

“Exactly.” Davis nodded. “Now, I want you to provide the same support for General Lee.”

Latimer frowned. “It will likely be more difficult, but I shall do your bidding. When I supported Mosby, we were always within a day’s ride of the Oakham Farm, so the logistics would be stretched. If I can keep Amos and Lester with me, we should be able to help General Lee.”

Davis waved a hand in the air. “Of course.”

“When do you want me to join the general?”

“Finish up anything you have planned to help Mosby and then join Lee. According to his last communique, he should be at the Beasley House in Petersburg.”

Latimer nodded as he held out his glass. “I’ll have that second drink now. All this talk has made me thirsty.”

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

Randall’s Ramblings, August 3, 2025

We saw the temperature gradually decrease from last Sunday’s high of 100 to 95 on Friday. Yesterday, we had a welcome respite from weeks of heat with a drop of 21 degrees to 74!  That’s the forecast for today as well, although we’ll see a gradual increase of temperature up to 84 by next Friday. Some light rain also helped keep the heat at bay, although we had a two-hour thunderstorm on Wednesday that also kill the high temperatures.  At least this is bearable.

As is the norm, there’s plenty of wildlife stopping by. Friday night just before dark was the best when a buck, six doe, and two fawns put in an appearance. After they stayed for awhile, they all disappeared, melting back into the trees and brush.

The Detroit Tigers played eight games over the past week and have rebounded somewhat, winning five and losing three. Their record now stands at 65-47 and they’re still at the top of the American League Central Division with an eight game lead over second place Cleveland. Still loads of baseball to come this season, but I’ll be hoping to see the Tigers fight their way into the playoffs.

“There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.”― Beatrix Potter. 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 August 3rd, the thirty-first Sunday of 2025 and the first one in August. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Étienne Dolet, French scholar and printer; Paulus Adrianus Daum, Dutch writer, founder and editor (Batavian Newspaper); Vernon Louis Parrington, American author (Romantic Revolution, Pulitzer 1928); Eugène Baie, Belgian author (Sub rosa et sub umbra); Rupert Brooke, British WW I poet (Lithuania, The Soldier); Ernie Pyle, American journalist and war correspondent during WW II (Pulitzer Prize, 1944); Clifford D. Simak, American sci-fi author (Hugo, Empire, Way Station); Leonhard Huizinga, Dutch journalist and writer (Adriaan & Olivier); Mel Tolkin, Ukrainian television comedy writer; Sal Santen, Dutch writer (You Are Jewish People); Shakeel Badayuni, Indian poet and lyricist; James MacGregor Burns, American political writer (The Lion & the Fox); Hayden Carruth, American poet (The Crow and the Heart); Robert Sumner, American evangelist and author; Roger Foulon, Belgian writer (Un été dans la Fagne); ames Komack, American writer, director, and actor (The Courtship of Eddie’s Father; Chico and the Man; Welcome Back, Kotter); Leon Uris, American novelist (Exodus; Topaz; QB VII); Cécile Aubry, French actress (The Black Rose), author (Belle et Sébastien), television screenwriter and director; Diane Wakoski, American poet (Motorcycle Betrayal); Reed Waller, American adult comic book author (“Omaha” the Cat Dancer); and Frank Schaeffer, American author (Crazy for God).

Any names familiar to you? There were two for me this week: Ernie Pyle and Leon Uris.  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 almost finished editing chapters in the manuscript of Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback, with just a couple more to go.Then the real work will begin!  All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were another four new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 272. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Day after day, Finn returned to his lookout and didn’t find Mosby and his men. Are they attacking Union encampments? He stretched, rubbed his right knee, and pushed back through the grass before reaching his horse. He mounted and headed into Middleburg to the Chinn Ordinary.

Inside the tavern, he was greeted by Earl. “Welcome back, Finn. I’m bettin’ you found the Colton place all right.”

“Yes. You were right, there was some damage to part of the roof where a tree fell on it. Just the same there are still two rooms in suitable condition. I’ve set up in them.”

Earl nodded. “I wondered if you’d be back. You missed Colonel Mosby and some of his men. They came a day or so after you was here.” He leaned close to Finn. “Mosby sent a raiding party after some Yankees near Warrenton. I heard him mention he would be leading another raid, but this time, he’ll have support.”

“What kind of support?”

“Jefferson Davis assigned an engineer to work with Mosby. I hear tell he can control birds and squirrels, and they’ll eat out of his hand.”

Must be the guy I saw with the bird at the farm Finn thought. “Do you know his name? Sounds like a fella I heard about.”

Earl shook his head. “Never did hear it mentioned. They jest referred to him as the engineer.”

***

Latimer entered the tent being used by Colonel Mosby. He stepped to the campaign table and unrolled a sheaf of images.

Mosby appeared a few minutes later. After acknowledging Latimer’s presence, he studied the photographs. “Excellent work again, Latimer. We should be able to sneak up on the Yankee camp.”

Thank you, Colonel.”

“We will raid them tonight when they are least expecting us. I’ll inform you tomorrow of our success.”

The following day, Mosby met with Latimer. “Your images were perfect in showing how the Yankees were deployed. There was a mix-up, however, and we engaged the enemy sooner than expected. After a fierce firefight, we took six prisoners and sixty horses. It was unfortunate, but we lost six men. Overall, it was a successful raid.”

“Glad to hear it, Colonel. What do you want me to do next?”

Head back to Oakham Farm. We will rest a spell before planning our next raid. The Yankees seemed to be waiting for us, so I want to wait a bit before going after them again.”

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

Randall’s Ramblings, July 27, 2025

It’s been another week of blistering heat, marked by yesterday topping out at 100 degrees, according to http://www.accuweather.com. There were a couple of rainstorms–no thunder at all– which did little to break into the heat cycle. Today and tomorrow it’s supposed to be 98 degrees before dropping into the lower 90s and eventually into the upper 80s by the end of the week.

We had the same wild critter visitors all week, including a near-daily appearance by a young buck and doe. It’s been great to see them. One of the squirrels decided to check out our cats, coming onto the deck. Since we screened in the open end of the deck when we moved in so the cats could get outside, all they could do was watch the squirrel from their side. The squirrel seemed emboldened until I stepped onto the deck, and then it scurried away to the safety to the trees.

The Detroit Tigers are going through a bad patch right now and I hope they can break out of it soon. Their record is now 60-44, losing eleven of their last twelve games.. While they’re still in first place in the American League’s Central Division, their commanding lead of thirteen games has dwindled to seven over second place Cleveland. Hopefully, they’ll be able to bounce back soon!

“If something inside of you is real, we will probably find it interesting, and it will probably be universal. So you must risk placing real emotion at the center of your work. Write straight into the emotional center of things.” — Anne Lamott. 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 27th, the thirtieth Sunday of 2025 and the four and final one in July. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Jakob Aall, Norwegian journalist and statesman; Thomas Campbell, Scottish poet (Hohenlinden, Battle of the Baltic); Denis Davydov, Russian general and poet; Giosuè Carducci, Italian writer and Nobel Prize Laureate 1906 regarded as the official national poet of modern Italy; Vladimir Korolenko, Russian writer (The Blind Musician); Hilaire Belloc, Anglo-French author (Path to Rome); Francesco Gaeta, Italian poet (Il Libro Della Giovinezza); Michail Stasinopoulos, Greek lawyer, educator, writer, and politician (President of Greece, 1974-75); Robert L. May, American advertising copy writer and creator of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer; Jerzy Giedroyc, Polish writer and political activist; Julien Gracq [Louis Poirier], French writer (Andre Breton); Rayner Heppenstall, English novelist (The Blaze of Noon); Hilde Domin [Hilde Palm], German writer and poet; Eva Jones, German poet and novelist (Taboo); Vittorio Sereni, Italian poet (Diario d’Algeria); Vincent Canby, American movie critic (NY Times); Gisele Halimi, Tunisian-French lawyer, feminist and author; Jack Higgins [Harry Patterson], British novelist (The Eagle Has Landed); John Pleshette, American actor and screenwriter (Knots Landing – “Richard”; 7th Avenue; The Trial of Lee Harvey Oswald); and Cat Bauer, American novelist (Harley, Like a Person).

Any names familiar to you? There was one for me this week Jack Higgins.  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 rolling along with 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 four new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 268. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Captain Finlay “Finn” Harding leaned on his ebony cane as he stood under an oak tree outside the barracks where he resided while recovering from a leg injury he suffered at the Battle of Gettysburg. Unlike most of the officers in his wing of the barracks who had one or more limbs amputated, Harding still had both of his legs. There was minor damage caused by a Minié ball, which killed his horse and struck his right leg, but the Union surgeon was able to treat him by removing the ball, foreign substances, and bone splinters. He was fortunate when his horse was shot to be able to jump clear. Even so, he still required a brace on his leg.

Finn hobbled to the camp table set up for him to receive his visitors.

An aide brought him a cup of coffee, a welcome respite to ward off the autumn chill.

Finn eased his right leg into an L-shape so he could massage the side of his knee where the brace chafed. He stood when he spotted a black woman and a white man approaching.

As they neared, he doffed his hat. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

Harriet Tubman nodded. “It is with great honor I meet with one of the Union’s bravest soldiers, risking life and limb to preserve the Union. I once said, ‘Slavery in the next thing to hell.” That is why I risk my life to help others less fortunate than me. What is your reason?”

Finn shrugged. “I am doing what is necessary to keep our country together. I am proud to be an American, and we all deserve the same chances at success—including the enslaved people you help to rescue.”

“I prayed to God to make me strong and able to fight, and that’s what I’ve always prayed for ever since.” Harriet smiled. “Whenever you need to send messages, my ‘railroad’ will always be at your disposal.”

“Ahem.” Charles Magnus cleared his throat. “Don’t forget about me. I understand I might be of some service?”

“Yes, sir.” Finn gestured toward the German printer. “I have enjoyed examining your pro-Union envelopes and song sheets. I was wondering if I could tempt you to write some coded messages into your songs so I can distributed instructions to others in my employ.”

Charles nodded. “Of course. It would be my honor to do so.”

“Excellent. In due time I shall provide you with the requisite information.” Finn glanced from Charles to Harriet. “I thank you both for your time. May our efforts continue to flourish.”

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

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

Randall’s Ramblings, July 13, 2025

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 88-94, which thunderstorms predicted on four days.

Deer and wild turkeys continue to visit, along with the regular retinue of birds and squirrels. Yesterday, there was a young buck staring at the house and in the background we could seen a fawn hiding with the other does.

Over the past week, the Detroit Tigers played six games, winning three and losing three. Their record now stands at 59-37, and they’re still in first place in the American League’s Central Division, with a 11.5 game lead ahead of second place Minnesota. Today, Detroit plays their final game before the All-Star break. After a well-deserved rest, I hope they roar back!

“There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.” ―Beatrix Potter. 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 13th, the twenty-eighth Sunday of 2025 and the second one in July. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Wilhelm Heinrich Wackenroder, German writer (Fantasies about Art); John Clare, English poet (Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery); Gustav Freytag, German writer and playwright (Debit and Credit); Isaak Babel, Russian writer, playwright and journalist (Red Calvary); Kenneth Clark, English art historian (Civilisation); Charles Scribner IV, American literary publisher; David Storey, British novelist and playwright (This Sporting Life); Peter Gzowski ‘Mr Canada’, Canadian broadcaster, writer and reporter; Wole Soynka, Nigerian playwright and poet (Road, Kongi’s Harvest-Nobel 1986); ean-Pierre Plooij, Dutch writer and playwright (Duvelsmoer verhalen; Patience; Bird House); Cameron Crowe, American journalist (Rolling Stone), film director (Almost Famous; Jerry Maguire), and screenwriter (Fast Times at Ridgemont High); and Ian Hislop, British writer, satirist and editor of Private Eye.

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

My Work In Progress

This week, I continued editing chapters in the manuscript of Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were another eight new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 259. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Latimer, Lester, and Amos entered the grounds of Oakham Farm near Middleburg, Virigina. Lester and Amos each drove a team of horses pulling supply wagons while Latimer rode with Lester.

An armed guard near the gate raised a hand. “What can I do you for?”

“We are here on behalf of President Davis.” Latimer studied the guard’s face. “Colonel Mosby is expecting us.”

“Any who are you?” The guard chewed on his tobacco and spat.

“My name is Latimer.” He gestured to Lester and Amos. “The brave Confederate boys are my aides.”

“Why didn’t you say so? The colonel is likely in the parlor in the main farmhouse.”

“Thank you.” Latimer motioned Lester forward.

Amos followed.

At the farmhouse, Lester and Amos stopped near the steps leading to the porch.

“Wait here.” Latimer climbed down, dashed up the steps, and knocked on the door.

Moments later, the door swung inward.

Another armed guard stood at the entrance. “Are you “Latimer?”

“Yes.” Latimer gestured toward the wagons. “My aides are waiting for me.”

“The colonel is waiting for you in the parlor. Second door on the right. Just go right in.”

Latimer nodded and headed where he was directed.

Tall, with a trimmed beard and wavy black hair, Mosby noticed Latimer and waved him forward. “Welcome, Latimer. The president and General Lee have told me wonderful stories about your machines. Will they really help the South win the war?”

“You will still require intelligence from your spy network, but, yes, I will be able to tell you what the Yankees are doing.”

Mosby approached Latimer and clasped him on the shoulder. “Welcome to Mosby’s Raiders.” He chuckled. “We are formally called Rangers, but I prefer the term raiders cuz that is what we do.” He led Latimer to a sofa and gestured for him to sit.

Latimer did as instructed, leaning forward after sinking in the soft cushions.

“We have a raid planned near Chantilly in a few days. One of our sources in Washington informed us about Union-mounted pickets from the 18th Pennsylvania Cavalry in the area. If we are lucky, we will chase them away while grabbing their horses and weapons.”

Latimer nodded. “I can launch one of my birds and check on the pickets.”

“Excellent.” Mosby grinned. “No need for a demonstration now. Just do your work when the time comes.”

“You must realize I cannot provide details as the fighting unfolds. Once I recover one of my birds, I must develop the film and print the images before I can share them with you.”

Mosby pursed his lips. “How long do you reckon that will take?”

“Not long—perhaps two hours.”

Mosby sighed. “Okay, if that is what it takes, I will welcome your information, and we will respond accordingly.”

Two days later, Latimer developed the film from one of his birds.

Mosby studied the images as he stroked his pointed beard. “I reckon at least nine Yankees are milling about.” He turned to one of his aides. “Deploy the men.”

After a brief encounter, Mosby’s Raiders captured nine Yankees and made off with their horses and weapons before fading back into the woods.

The following day, Latimer reported a large force of Yankee cavalrymen were approaching Middleburg. “Appears to be around two hundred men.”

“We will stay out of the town until they leave. Once they depart, we will attach from the rear.”

After a brief clash, Mosby and seven of his men left the area. Both sides had captured three of their opponents.

***

President Davis grinned as he read the telegram handed to him by Confederate Secretary of State Judah Benjamin.

Dear President Davis,

I am pleased to notify you and Secretary of State Benjamin about our resounding success on January 31st in scattering the Union fleet off Charleston. The CSS Chicora and CSS Palmetto State slipped out of the harbor and attacked the Union blockade. While inflicting severe damage to some Union ships and minor damage to others, both of our ships returned to the harbor unscathed.

The Charleston ‘iron-clad’ fleet is a force to be reckoned with.  

General P.G.T. Beauregard

Davis stood and paced his office before returning to his desk, facing Benjamin who sat across from him. “This is the naval victory we needed. I shall announce to foreign powers, especially England and France, that the Confederate Navy stopped the Union blockade of Charleston. Perhaps this will convince them to support us in our time of need as we require their assistance with equipment and supplies. I hope England and France will not use Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation against us.”

Benjamin nodded. “I shall do my utmost to gain their official recognition. I do not believe any other countries will help us unless they agree first.”

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

Randall’s Ramblings, July 6, 2025

Happy 4th of July! Hope everyone has a safe and joyful weekend!

Did you now the national anthem began life as a poem? “The Star Spangled Banner” was written by Francis Scott Key during the war of 1812, when he witnessed the British bombardment of For McHenry in Baltimore on 14 September 1814, and saw the American flag still flying the next morning.

“The Star Spangled Banner” became the national anthem in 1931. Compliments of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sta....

Our thoughts and prayers go out to those in Texas who have lost loved ones and property as a result of the devastating floods.

The Detroit Tigers won four games and lost two this week, bringing their record to 56-34. They extended their lead over second place Minnesota to 12.5 games. Way to go Tigers!

Chanticleer Reviews posted an article on their website this week, highlighting the 2024 Chanticleer Internal Book Awards Global Thrillers grand prize winner and the first place winners, which includes my novel, Frozen Conquest. Click here to check out the article. Who know–you might find your next favorite author!

New Release

I’m please to announce the release of my ninth novel, Mission: Yemen, Xavier Sear Thriller Book 2. It’s now available across the Amazon network in e-book and paperback versions. Here’s what a couple of beta readers had to say about the novel:

Another thrilling outing for Xavier Sear as he is sent to the lawless and war torn streets of Yemen to help try to rescue the kidnapped daughter of a local man.  Krzak skillfully paints a picture of the sights, sounds culture and food of the country as Sears and his team battle the local Houthis in their search attempts. – John J. Delaney Author of the Jurassic Jemma Trilogy.

 Jump into a world of intrigue where chaos and order struggle for supremacy over a young Yemeni family. And experience the culture, pain, and excitement of the war-torn nation of Yemen. Venture into this well researched and crafted world where Xavier Sear works with local allies to save a family from destruction. – G. Clapsaddle, Author.

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

Verner von Heidenstam, Swedish poet and novelist (Charles Men, Nobel 1916); Eino Leino, Finnish poet; osef Winckler, German dentist and writer (Quadriga, Pumpernickel); Frederica Sagor Maas, American playwright and screenwriter; Heinrich Harrer, Austrian mountaineer and author (Seven Years in Tibet); Unica Zürn, German writer and artist; Bert Voeten, Dutch journalist and poet (Crossing); Françoise Mallet-Joris, Belgian writer (Signs & Wonders); Hans-Jürgen Heise, German writer; Emily Nasrallah, Lebanese writer and women’s rights activist (Birds of September, A Cat’s Diary); Bessie Head, Botswana writer (When Rain Clouds Gather, Maru, A Question of Power); Wadih Sa’adeh, Lebanese-Australian poet (Laysa Lil Massa’ Ikhwah); ohn Byrne, American author and artist of superhero comic books (X-Men); Hilary Mantel, English novelist (Wolf Hall); and William Wall, Irish writer (This is the Country).

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

This week, I continued editing chapters in the manuscript of Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were another three new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 251. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Latimer knocked on President Davis’s door and waited for a summons, which wasn’t long in coming.

“Enter.”

Latimer opened the door and stared at the Confederate president.

Davis shook a newspaper, his eyes dark with anger. “What in tarnation is that Lincoln thinks he’s doing? His Emancipation Proclamation from January 1, 1863, states all slaves still in areas of rebellion are now considered free. Damn, his abolitionist—”

“Take it easy, Jefferson. You’ll waste away with grief reading that hogwash. There is no way he can say all slaves are free. Well, he can, but that does not make it so. It did not work in 1861 or 1862 when Congress passed acts stating all slaves employed against the Union were to be considered free, nor slaves of men who supported the Confederacy were to be considered free. That is why we are at war with the cotton-picking Yankees.”

Davis chuckled. “You do have a way with words, Barnabas. Thank you for your perspective.” Davis motioned to a chair. “Have a seat. I want to discuss a proposal with you.”

Latimer sat. “What do you have in mind?”

“I met with General Lee the other day. He was very impressed with a young scout by the name of John S. Mosby under Jeb Stuart’s command. Lee thinks Mosby’s efforts with Stuart to disrupt Yankee communications and supplies between Washington, D.C. and Fredericksburg while acquiring provision for their forces should be expanded upon.”

Latimer nodded. “Sounds like a golden opportunity to strike at the Yankees.”

“Indeed. Stuart, with Lee’s concurrence, authorized Mosby to form a new command of partisan rangers to harass the Yankees.” Davis chuckled. “The unit goes by the name of Mosby’s Rangers. I want you to join Mosby and support him as you have for Lee and other officers.”

Latimer nodded. “This would be a good place for me to commence using some new machines.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I have been working on my mice and trying to enlarge them. Being with Mosby would allow me to field-test my new designs.”

“Excellent idea. You need to be aware I have issued special rules for the partisans. They will share in the spoils of war but not have any camp duties. Furthermore, they will reside among the civilian population rather than a specific location and only be called upon when Mosby has another raid planned.”

“Makes sense to me. Where do I find Mosby?”

“Check with General Lee as he should know. The last I heard, Mosby was still at Oakham Farm near Middleburg. I understand he will wait until after the spring thaws before recommencing his raids.”

“In that case, I shall head to Middleburg and find him. If you have no objections, Lester and Amos will accompany me.”

“I assumed that to be the case. If you require any additional assistance, please let me know.”

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

Randall’s Ramblings, June 29, 2025

It was a sweltering week, with temperatures ranging from 93-99. On Wednesday evening, there was a thunderstorm overhead for twenty-five minutes. When it started to move away, thunder could still be heard in the area an hour later. A similar storm hit on Thursday, but shorter–only about forty minutes and not overhead. On Saturday afternoon, we had another one. Overhead, it was clear blue sky but the rumbling of thunder could be heard for over an hour. There was rain associated with the first two storms, but it remained dry on Saturday.

The Detroit Tigers had a better week, winning four games and losing two, bringing their record to 52-32. The extended their lead over second place Cleveland to 10.5 games. Way to go Tigers!

As we prepare for the upcoming 4th of July weekend, I thought I’d remind readers of the significance of the date. It commemorates the ratification of the Declaration of Independence by the Second Continental Congress on July 4, 1776, establishing the United States of America.  Here are some patriotic quotations beginning in 1775. You might recognize the quotations and/or the authors. Compliments of https://www.americanrevolution.org/quotes/.

“Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!” – Patrick Henry, 1775

“Stand your ground; don’t fire unless fired upon, but if they mean to have a war, let it begin here.” – Captain John Parker, 1775

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” – Declaration of Independence, 1776

“We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.”– Benjamin Franklin, 1776

“These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.” – Thomas Paine, 1776

“I have not yet begun to fight!” – John Paul Jones, 1779

Enjoy your week and the festivities you plan to participate in!

So who was born on this date in history? Let’s find out who in the writing world was born on June 29th, the twenty-sixth Sunday of 2025 and the fifth and final one in June. (Compliments of https://www.onthisday.com/birthdays/).

Giacomo Leopardi, Italian poet and philosopher (The Poems of Leopardi); John Newton Brown, American publisher and Baptist teacher; James Harvey Robinson, American historian (Ordeal of Civilization); Francis Brett Young, British physician and writer (White Ladies); Virginia Pope, American fashion editor (New York Times); Antoine de Saint-Exupery, French writer, poet and pioneering aviator (The Little Prince), born in Lyon, France; Manuel Altolaguirre, Spanish poet and publisher (La lenta libertad); Paul Lebeau, Flemish writer (Last Rose, Xanthippe); John Toland, American political writer (Rising Sun, Pulitzer 1971); Frédéric Dard, French writer (San-Antonio); Vasko Popa, Yugoslavia-Serbian poet (Heaven is a Side Issue); Don Rosa, American comic book writer and illustrator (Scrooge McDuck, Donald Duck); Matthew Weiner, American television writer and producer who created Mad Men; and Colton Dunn, American comedian, writer and actor (Superstore).

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

This week, I continued editing chapters in the manuscript of Harding’s Challenge: The Great Rebellion based on reader feedback. All chapters are now posted to the two online subscription sites I use. There were only two new chapter reviews this week, bringing the total to 248. As always, plenty of feedback to improve the story.

Here’s another snippet:

Elizabeth joined Mary in the small sitting room adjacent to Mary and Abraham’s bedroom.

Mary sat at a writing desk situated in a corner between two windows. The desk held two rows of pigeonholes for incoming and outgoing correspondence. “Welcome back, Elizabeth.”

She smiled. “Thank you. President Davis sends his compliments to you.” She handed Mary a letter.

My daring Mary,

Thank you for entrusting your friend to be a conduit between us. Your information has been vital in the Confederacy securing victories we might otherwise not have won. However, I must caution both you and Elizabeth to be very circumspect in your endeavors, as I would not want anything untoward to happen to you. Nor do I want to come between you and your husband.

Your friend, Mary O’Neill Greenhow, sends her greetings. I had the splendid opportunity to share a meal with her and her daughter, Little Rose, upon her exchange for several Union soldiers, and she is residing in Richmond. I have called upon her to handle a mission of great import to the Confederacy, and she has agreed. Next summer, she will embark on a diplomatic mission to France and Britain to garner support and funds to aid our efforts.

One day, the war between the North and the South will be over. I hope at that time to dine with you and thank you in person for your support of our cause during these perilous times.

With great admiration,

Your servant,

Jefferson

Mary turned to Elizabeth. “Did you read it?”

“Yes. President Davis let me read it before he sealed the envelope.”

“Should I have the opportunity to dine with him in the future, I insisted you must be in attendance, too.”

Elizabeth smiled. “Thank you, Mary. You are a dear friend.”

“And so are you.”

***

Mary reread the letter she had received from her half-sister, Emilie Todd Helm. Tears dripping down her face, she crumpled the single sheet of paper into a ball and tossed it into the fire.

As she watched the letter brown before bursting into flames, she thought about her half-brother, Alexander Humphreys Todd. What a waste of a previous life and to be snuffed out by friendly fire during the Battle of Baton Rouge. May God have mercy upon his soul.

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