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The Man From Mars - Episode Thirty Seven

   The Pilot of the Helicopter said something in a language I did not recognize. He and Tiny spoke to each other, obviously understanding each other, and they held a brief discussion with each other.
   They were calmly speaking to one another when I heard a bunch of little rockets being fired from the back of the copter. I couldn't see what was going on behind us, but my imagination was running wild enough that I could swear I heard at least five to ten incendiary devices being fired.
   They had to be antimissile incendiary devices because as quickly as I heard them being fired, I heard a large explosion behind us. The Pilot then started a kind of zig zag motion with the copter.
   It wasn't the usual kind of zig zag motion you see in the movies, where the airship is making sharp angles back and forth, he also included sharp angles up and down.
   I quickly gathered that if he just flew the helicopter in the standard back and forth, zig zag formation, the two military helicopters behind us just have to point their guns in one fixed position and keep firing forward. Then our copter eventually would cross paths with their line of fire. Taking ourselves out.
   I admired the fact that these guys were trained in military tactics, but still, this crazy zig zag motion of the helicopter didn't make the back of my throat feel any better.
   For me, it was one dry heave after another, while I watched Tiny and the Pilot calmly talk strategy.
   Or, they could have been talking about last nights poker game as far as I knew.
   It became suddenly quiet between the two and Tiny slapped his hand up on my forehead. Forcibly pinning it tightly back against the headrest.
   I'm sure the technology to completely stop our helicopter in midair hasn't been invented yet. Or, I mean, it hasn't been shared with the World by Ponleak yet, but I was happy with Tiny's hand upon my head. The G forces of momentum would have snapped my head forward so sharply that I believe I would have broken my neck. Then, when he lowered his hand to my chest, effectively grabbing my shirt, I knew I was in for another ride.
   We went start up in the air with the same amount of G forces it took to stop us.
   At this point of the ride, blacking out was a happy reprieve from all of this zig zagging of G forces.
   This is where it gets weird.
   I woke up naked, in a king size bed, with the morning sunlight shinning on my face. A woman was sitting in a chair at a little round table reading a book called, "The Fuhrer's Medallion."
   I coughed a dry cough and barely being audible, even to myself, I asked the young lady if I could have a glass of water.
   She smiled at me, picked up a cellphone, and said something in French to whomever was on the other side of the call.
   And no. She did not get up right away to get my glass of water.
   She just sat there smiling. Smiling at me.
   That is when I noticed the gun sitting on the middle of the table.
   She put down her book, picked up the pistol, and kind of aimed it in my general direction.

To Be Continued.....
Next Week.
This is,Looking For A Glass Of Water Myself,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“This is what's beautiful about staying in a hotel: you are invisible, as is your neighbor.”
- Amit Chaudhuri, -
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Rant & Rave

I want toTalk LoudlyandVehementlyright now.Especially,while I am stillAngry.As in;"Here I go again, ranting and raving about my neighbor who complains all the time that my car is in front of his house!"  My car is aFiat 500L. What is he talking about? He just likes toRant & Raveabout everything,and everyone.I have talked about this guy before.But,thisIdiot,I mean,thisIdiom,I am now talking about Ranting & Raving, is a redundancy.SinceRant & Ravemean just about the same thing.But,the phrase probably survives in our society,on account of its alliterative appeal.Or,It Just Feels So Good To Complain About Someone,Who Is Always Complaining To You!I LikeRanting & RavingToo! When it's appropriate.  This is,Sorry,I Had To Get That Off My Chest,Jim Hauenstein, And, “I personally believe we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.”
- Jane Wagner, - That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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I Am Pulling For You. We Are All In This Together.

One of my favoriteTV Shows,isThe Red Green Show.You can see reruns ofThe Red Green Showon their web-pageor on manyPBS StationsacrossAmerica.Now,do not think I only like it"Because It's an old man's show."That's not it at all.I was bornand lived half my life in the greatStateofWisconsin.I actually haveUnclesandCousinswho actand think,just likeRed Green.Where nothing isJunk,but it is"My Stuff!"Well,WisconsinandThe Red Green Showare not the only people in theWorldwith thatEntrepreneurial Spiritwith theirJunk.One of my favoriteCountriesis in on the act.It is calledJugaad Engineering.
This is,Loving Their Spirit,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Don't be so quick to count out the teenagers. Some of the world's greatest changes, brilliant poetry, and innovations have come from the teenage mind.”
- Steve Maraboli, -
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Pursuing Happiness

Even though my kids have all grown up
and they no longer borrow from my penny jar to buy
Ice Cream
from the
Ice Cream Man,
I still believe in my
June 12th, 2015 Post
"And The Pursuit Of Happiness!"

*****
This is one of my
Pet Peeves.People all over this
Country
drop their change on the ground
and don't bother to pick it up.This is the only
Country
in the
World
where you will find money laying on the ground.Years ago,
when I was with my kids,
I got out of my car at a grocery store's parking lot
and I saw two quarters lying on the ground.So I bent down to pick them up.From the other side of the parking lot,
My Kids & I
hear this old lady start to laugh,
asking,
"You're picking up pennies?"My kids were still pretty young,
like still in car seats young.
I would always try to teach them the value of money.Even a penny.I often told them,
it takes at least
$1.00
to get an ice cream from the
Ice Cream Man.So,
they would always pick up any money they found on the ground
and save it for the
Ice Cream Man.Today,
on my walks,
I still pick up money I find.I don't care who laughs at me.I once worked for a service company where I had to make my own appointments with customers.One of the
Richest Person
I have ever met,
and I have met a few,
parked her car on the street in front of her
Five Million Dollar Home,
for our appointment.
After getting out of her vehicle,
she had the biggest smile on her face.She bent down,
announcing to me,
she had just found
Eighty Five Cents! If this person,
who obviously didn't need the change,
would bend down to pick up money on the ground,
then I can do it too!Rich People
are not
Rich
because they throw money
or give their money away.They are
Rich
because they know the value of money.
They use the money to benefit themselves
and they know how foolish others can be with their money.From earlier
Posts I told you that I believe,
if someone is willing to pay you,
you should make as much money as you can.
You never know when it might end. It is the
Top 1%
need to realize,
that having all the money,
is not really happiness.A great
Documentary
about this subject,
is the
2010 Movie
called
"Happy."
It states that people,
who pursue money for happiness,
more often then not,
are the
Unhappiest People
in the
World.The greed of money,
the need for money,
never ends.
Even at the cost of
Loved Ones
and
Friends. People who just want money
and only money for their happiness,
once they get some,
find that they want
More & More
of it.Never being satisfied with any amount they have."And the pursuit of happiness?"
It begins with a good family structure,
good supportive friends,
and just enough money to pursue what items you need in life for survival!If you are one of the lucky ones,
to have all three in life,
you have been blessed,
two out of three,
still blessed,
one out of three,
try to find a way to get another.
Still,
you are blessed compared to half of the
Human Beings
living today.So,
don't just drop your change on the ground,
save up your change
and give it to a
Charity
of your choice.
So someone else has an opportunity to
"Pursue Happiness!"
This is,
I Save Mine In One Of Those Giant Wine Jugs,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,



“Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.”
- John Lennon -
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Why Watch Football Today?

45 Other Things to Do on Super Bowl Sunday
By Mikey Rox
1. Bake a Milky Way BundtGotta love a good Bundt. But this Milky Way Bundt recipe, courtesy of Cooks.com, takes the cake. (See also: Dump Cake and Other Sweet, Easy Treats)
2. Challenge a Facebook Friend to a Game of ScrabbleJust make sure you find someone who’s committed to finishing a game in one sitting. It’s annoying when it spans several seasons.
3. Rearrange Your BedroomPosition the bed in front of the mirror.
4. Update Your ContactsI’m notorious for getting drunk, making new friends and naming them in my phone after the establishment in which we met. For example, Frank Hooters or Mandi IHOP. The next day I have no idea who they are, and I never speak to them again. Time to downsize.
5. Write a Letter to Your CongresspersonSurely there’s something you need to get off your chest. I still can’t legally marry in most states. That’s a start.
6. Catch Up on Your DVRMy DVR is loaded with episodes of “The Graham Norton Show,” “Skins,” “Being Human,” and “Smurfs’ Adventures.” What do you have waiting for you?
7. E-file Your TaxesGet ahead of the game — and get your refund faster — by filing your taxes online. Easy-breezy.
8. DustIt’s a dirty job, but somebody’s got to do it. Yep, even you.
9. Go SleddingWhat good is all this snow if you don’t make proper use of it? There has to be a hill close by that’s calling your name. Like Big Bear, Idyllwild, and Mammoth Mountain. All in California.
10. Clean Out Your ClosetMake a charitable contribution — to your local church or your least favorite friend — while making room for new spring additions.
11. Make a Handmade Valentine for Your SweetieMine will be an interpretation of one of these prints by Gaping Void. She’ll return the gift in kisses.
12. Sanitize the RefrigeratorAnd while you’re at it, throw out anything more than one month past its expiration date. You don’t want to start the next global pandemic, do you?
13. Film Your Own CommercialThe sky is the limit, but this amateur submission is pretty darn funny.
14. Learn How to Play Texas Hold ’EmA good way to earn some extra cash — if you know how to play better than your unsuspecting friends.
15. Memorize the Budweiser PledgeOne of my fraternity brothers could recite this verbatim. I always thought it was kinda neat. One of those idiot savant qualities that you can’t help but envy.
16. Scrub the TubIt’s not supposed to have a ring around it. Neither should the toilet, for that matter.
17. Make Decoupage MagnetsI picked up the necessary items to make these magnets at my local craft store for under $4. A lot of times Michael’s has a 40% off one item coupon in the weekly circular, and you can save even more money by cutting pictures out of magazines (or old photos!) instead of buying scrapbooking paper like the post suggests. You don’t need a circle cutter or a cutting mat, either. Regular scissors work just as well.
18. Read the Book "No Return Address!"By James Hauenstein. Sold at many of the online eBook stores. I’ve heard and read so many excellent reviews on this. I can’t wait to dive in.
19. Sign up for RentAFriend.comI did. You can read all about it right here.
20. Embark on a Local Road TripYou don’t have to go far — or spend a bundle — to see new sights and enjoy exciting experiences. Hop in the car and take a drive.
21. Take Down the Christmas DecorationsSeriously. It’s almost Valentine’s Day.
22. Call GrandmaFull disclosure: Mine called me at the end of December, and I still haven’t returned her call. I think it’s time to take my own advice
23. Create a Five-Year PlanIf you make a formal plan, you’re more likely to achieve your goals. But you don’t have to believe me. Wise Bread writer Janey Osterlind details how in this article.
24. Hold a SéanceYou’ll need a Ouija board, a few candles, and an open mind. Extra points for authenticity if you can convince your friends that the poltergeist living in your basement is showing you “signs.”
25. Build an IglooA few geniuses in Slovenia charge people to stay in theirs. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
26. Learn SpanglishThis really depends on how ambitious you are. I would start with the bad words.
27. Alphabetize Anything That Has a TitleThere’s just something about books and movies filed from A to Z that soothes the soul. At least for someone with OCD, like me.
28. Roll Loose ChangeEverybody has a change jar. It may not look very promising, but I bet there’s at least $30 in yours. That’s enough for groceries, a partial tank of gas, or a movie with concessions. Your call.
29. Take Up KnittingThe possibilities are endless. You can make scarves, sweaters, potholders and lots of other things that old people will like. Learn knitting basics with this video.
30. Feed the HomelessNot everybody cares about the Big Game. Some people are just tryin’ to stay alive.
31. Study the Science of MixologyAnyone who can make a cucumber cocktail is OK with me.
32. Give Yourself a Mani-PediYou’ll save cash — and your woman will thank you for clipping those claws.
33. Discover ChatrouletteYou’ve heard the stories. Now experience the eye-bleaching action firsthand. If you like that kind of thing. I mean "Social Networking." It hasn't been this much fun since My Space.
34. Put Your Gym Membership to UseTrust me, there will definitely be an elliptical machine available this time. No excuses.
35. Make Reservations at a Fancy Hot SpotCan’t ever snag a table at that uppity new restaurant? Tonight’s the night!
36. Host a Pre-Oscars Viewing PartyRent two of the Best Picture contenders and pretend like you’re part of the Academy. Before the show begins, critique each other’s outfits.
37. Practice the Art of Cake DecoratingOne of my aunts recently took a class and I was impressed. She’s no Duff Goldman — yet — but for a novice she really knocked my socks off. You can do it the DIY way by picking up a decorating kit.
38. Go Mock ShoppingWhen I was bored and broke in college, I would head to the town Walmart and stuff my cart full of fancy items. Fancy for Walmart in 2001, at least. When I had everything I needed, I would abandon the cart at the end of a dark aisle for an unsuspecting employee to find and curse me for later. It was strangely satisfying.
39. Get a TattooJust don’t use Gucci Mane for inspiration.
40. Volunteer to Be a Designated DriverChances are all your friends will be blacked out by the time the game is over. Be a hero. Save some lives.
41. Replace the Photos in Your FramesPeople are doing this less and less as time goes on, because many of us put them online for the world to see instead of printing them out to enjoy at home. That's the downside to digital cameras, and it means that our hard-copy pics are out of date. Give your frames a facelift by ordering prints from Kodak Gallery, which offers 50 free to new customers. That’s enough to share.
42. Clean Out Your CarryallGod only knows what you've got in there. All you really need are these nine items.
43. ManscapeAlthough if you're opposed to watching the Super Bowl, common sense says that you're already groomed better than a prize-winning poodle.
44. Attend a Church ServiceIt's long overdue. Plus, free wine!
45. Learn to Like the Super BowlIf you don't, nobody will hang out with you. I'm living proof.
 This is,Not Me,Because I Am Going To Watch The Big Game,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“The easiest way to remember your future wife’s birthday is to marry her on Super Bowl Sunday.”
- Matshona Dhliwayo -
That is his story and I am sticking to watching the football game so I don't end up acting or looking like him!
I have my own problems! 
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The Man From Mars - Episode Thirty Six

   Tiny was not pleased with me regurgitating my last couple of alcoholic drinks that I had earlier, all over his nice suite. I figured that, he should have been happy, that I didn't get a chance to eat anything all day. Think of the mess that would have made!
   I knew Tiny wasn't too pleased with me, because, after he took off his already soaked suite coat, he stared at me the whole time he was wiping up the rest of my mess from inside the helicopter.
   With his coat no less.
   Since neither of us had time to put on a headset yet, the pilot turns to yell, at the top of his lungs, "You better strap in, in a hurry. It looks like two, military grade, helicopters are moving up fast behind us."
   I look to Tiny and say, "You don't think they are going to shoot us down, do you?"
   He gave me that look, that people used give to each other, when someone said something stupid.
   The look made famous by the rock group Smash Mouth.
   Yes, I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed at that moment and I did have that big "L" on my forehead. Metaphorically.
   We both got up and sat on the rear seats facing the front window and the pilot's back. After I finally got strapped in and put a helmet on, which had the headset already attached to it, I once again asked Tiny, "Do you think they will fire on us?"
   I turned my head to look his way and got a face full of a saturated suite coat, full of my spit, for my efforts and my question.
   I garb it, saying "ew," and threw it on the floor next to his feet.
   It didn't smell that good.
   Over my headset I hear him say, "Try to think for a moment. They already know that Ponleak no longer has the amulet. They know you do. They would have figured out, almost immediately, that he is a decoy so we can escape. They want the amulet. Shooting us down might damage it."
   "Wow," I said. "That's a load off my mind."
   Tiny shakes his head and says, "Those military helicopters are going to follow us until we land somewhere. What's going to stop them from shooting you when we get on the ground, so they can take the amulet off your dead body."
   Looking anxious again, I say, "Because they might accidentally hit the amulet?"
   "Not if they shoot you in the head." A smiling Tiny says to me.
   I started thinking to myself. Why me? Why me?
   I wanted to scream it out loud.
   "Look straight ahead, keeping your eyes forward." Tiny starts to tell me. "Keep looking out the Cockpit's window, far off in the distance."
   I was about to ask why, when, all of a sudden, my head and body were plastered against my seat. Whatever kind of rockets that were attached to this copter, must have just kicked into overdrive.
   Being a civilian, I never knew that the technology of these birds had advanced to this point. It felt, to me that we were pulling 9 Gs. That was my uneducated guess anyways.
   The minute I tried to look anywhere but straight ahead, I could feel my stomach preparing a succession of dry heaves in the back of my throat.
   The pilot banked the craft sharply to the right. Going between a line of trees, stationed on either side of a fire-lane dirt road.
   We flew just a few feet above the ground.
    He never missed a beat. The road turned left, he turned the craft left. The road elevation changed. The pilot moved up and down, evenly with the road's different levels of height.
   Up and down, right and left. Outpacing and outmaneuvering the two military helicopters.
   I was really happy that I had nothing left in my system. To spit up I mean. But my body had other ideas. It kept coming up with few dry heaves every time the lump in my stomach decided to roll over and make itself known. Not to mention how dizzy I was becoming.
   The fire lane started to rise alongside a steep hill and the helicopter never slowed down for one second. Nor did it stray higher off the ground then a few feet.
   Once we reached and crossed over the crest of the hill, we took a quick nosedive until we were above a body of water.
   The pilot straightened out the machine right before we submerged.
   We were skiing across a reservoir. At 9 Gs. With the bottom two rails of the copter making wakes across the water.
   By this time, I was just becoming used to my upset stomach, my aching muscles from holding on so tight, and the dizziness from all the sharp turns the helicopter was taking, when I saw, in the front of the cockpit, a very bright red light starting to flash on and off. Not only that, a loud horn blasted in an opposite synchronization of the flash.
   Even I could tell it was some kind of warning.
   "What's happening?" I asked, in my own confused imitable way.
   "I guess I was wrong." Tiny said, matter-of-factly. "I guess they will chance damaging the amulet."
   "What?"
   I couldn't think of anything else to ask.
   Then Tiny tells me. "One of the helicopters following us, just fired a heat seeking missile."
 

 To Be Continued.....
Next Week.
This is,Getting Dizzy From Excitement,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“The moral high ground is a lovely place. It won’t stop a missile, though.”
- James S.A. Corey, -
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The Five Best Posts Of December, 2017

It is the end ofJanuary, 2018,and it is time to celebrateThe Five Best Posts Of December, 2017!Yeah!It is fun looking backand seeing what were the most popularPosts,on months gone by.It often shows that my stories are well received.Thank you.I am driving today,or as they say,I am working today, so I will have to make this introduction a short one.So without further ado,here areThe Five Best Posts Of December, 2017!
The Fifth Best Post Of December, 2017 Is:Let Us All Party Like It Is 1955 Nineteen-Fifty-Five was the year I was born and this Post was to inform you, in a humorous way, that my birthday was coming up on December 29th. I celebrated my Sixty-Second Birthday that day.The Fourth Best Post Of December Is:Back In The Dark Ages An original idea I had about future human beings looking back to today and thinking how this is the dark ages of astronomy. Like today, where we find planets around almost every kind of star, future astronomers will be finding some type of life on all kinds of planets in almost every star system.
The Third Best Post Is:What Is On My Mind Actually, it is a two part Post, discussing two different subjects. But the main idea I wanted to get across was the first story where I have been noticing people driving around town and they are watching Netflix. Stop it already.
The Second Best Post Is:The Man From Mars - Episode Thirty One My weekly serial about a man who claims he is from Atlantis, what we call Mars today, and an amulet which holds strange powers that only the wearer can wield. If you haven't started reading it yet, you better, because I never plan on ending the story.
The Number One Best Post Of December, 2017 Is:  Understanding SundayMy take on the importance of Sunday. Especially since the Sunday I wrote this story on was Christmas Eve. How some Middle-Eastern Countries start the work week on Sunday and how the International Organization for Standardization says that Sunday is the last day of the week!  There you have it.The Five Best Posts Of December, 2017!
This is,If You Are Wondering What Are The Ten Most Read Posts Of All Time,You Just Have To Look Under The Heading,"Popular Posts"Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“On any given day, if I conduct a new search, I find additional posts referencing my name.”
- Ken Poirot -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Went To The Movies On Sunday Night

This is an updated
Post
from
June 11th, 2015
called
Go To The Movies.
It still holds true today.

 *****
If you have read any of my earlier
Posts,
you will have read,
that I walk four miles a day,
everyday in the morning.Nothing like a brisk start to the day,
by going to the
Great Outdoors
for fresh air!For me,
it refreshes my mind,
and I usually come up with a good idea to write about on this
Blog.So today,
it's all about the
Movies.I'm going to use the category everyone likes,
"My Top Five Favorite Movies!"So here they are
"My Favorite Top Five Movies"
in no particular order:
1.) A Clockwork Orange - If you truly knew me, you would know this is my favorite movie of all time.I even quote lines from it once in awhile.
2.) Casablanca - Great "Film Noir" from the classic period of the Black & White Movie Era.Not a drinking Buddy movie though.
3.) The Gods Must Be Crazy - A South African Comedy set in Botswana that is a must see.Rent as soon as you can!
4.) Eating Raoul - It has everything you want in a Movie.Dark Comedy, Swinger Parties, Nazi Fetishists (I'm not approving Nazism, it's a comedy.), Dominatrix, Marijuana Smoking (Again, I'm not condoning.), Cannibalism (What? That's what you're OK with?), Killing Rich Folks for their Money and Chopping them up to Serve them as Food in a Restaurant!
Figuring out the last
Movie
was the hardest!Their is so much
Sci-Fi
I could put down,
like
Star Trek & Star Wars,
Anime,
Tri-Gun
comes to mind,
Horror,
any
Alfred Hitchcock
film,
Westerns,
like
Silverado,
but I have to put at least
One European Foreign Film
in
or I won't be able to sleep at night.Drum roll please.5.) Amelie - A 2001 French Film about a Girl who finds herself and becomes a Woman.The way the French can only tell it!Well,
this turned out to be harder than I thought.I was going to add some of my favorite categories to this
Post
and
List My Favorites Movies
under those categories,
but I don't think I have a year to spend on this.The categories I wanted to add?The Best Bruce Campbell Movies
All time favorite "Old Spice" TV Commercial Spoke Person. Best Troma Movies
If you don't know, you don't know.Best B Westerns
which is any early
John Wayne Western.Best Anime Movies
Again,
Tri-Gun.Good English Films
They're so pretentious though.Great French Films,
Oui, Oui.Best Korean Films,
any dubbed martial arts movie.Best Taiwan Films,
they're all love stories.Russian Propaganda,
what other kind of movie do they make? Shortest German Films,
impossible to find,
if you know what I mean.Like I said,
I don't a year to spend on this.
This is,
Just saw
Thor: Ragnarok,
and loved it,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,

“Everything I learned I learned from the movies.”
- Audrey Hepburn -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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I Missed Posting On Sunday

I actually wrote aPostyesterday.Somehow,something went wrong when I tried toPublishit.I am not sure if it was theBrowserI am using,or if"Blogger"was have problems.I was so frustrated after trying toPublishthe same story twice yesterday,that I gave up trying.I had to write it twice.That's what got me upset."Blogger"wouldn't save my work norPublishit.What I wrote about,I calledKaraoke Sunday. I was so happy that no one has been upset with the stories that I have been writing of late,that I said it was a day toCelebrate.And what a better way toCelebrate,than to singKaraoke!
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
 This is,Sounding Just Like,And Just As Good AsFrank Sinatra,Jim Hauenstein,
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“In karaoke, talent means nada; enthusiasm is everything. What I lack in talent, I make up for in passion.”
- Rob Sheffield, -
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The Man From Mars - Episode Thirty Five

   "Why me, do you think? Do you think we might be in some danger?"
   I don't know if those words are going to haunt me for the rest of my life but, as soon as I said them, all the lights in the compound went out and a siren, straight out of a World War Two movie, starts blaring at the top of its capacity.
   It only takes a few seconds before the dim fire lights to turn on and we can see our surroundings again.
   The lights are battery powered ones, you see in most public buildings, and apparently, everywhere on Ponleak's compound.
   "Sir. Are you there?" Asked one of Ponleak's men.
   The Man from Mars looks slightly to his left and down, pressing his shirt pocket once.
   The communication device, to which he spoke to, was either attached to his shirt, or something very thin and small was inside his pocket.
   "Yes Frank, I'm here." Answers Ponleak in a commanding voice. "What is the emergency?"
   "It's the FBI and the ATF at our front gate. They say they have a warrant to search the premises." Replied Frank. "They have also turned off the electricity and water to our compound. They are saying they will wait us out if they have too."
   As if someone was reading Frank's lips as he was speaking to Ponleak, a familiar voice says over a megaphone, "This is not going to be another Waco incident Ponleak. We have the manpower, time, and money to wait as long as it takes for you to surrender."
   "It's Bopha." Ponleak says flatly. "He never could hide his intentions when he spoke to me."
   I didn't understand what he was talking about, so I asked Ponleak, "His intentions?"
   "Bopha has always been a straight shooter when he speaks." Ponleak explains. "He said surrender. He is looking for a fight. He is trying to put up a front, either to his superiors, or to his men outside."
   "But he said he is willing to wait as long as it takes." I said.
   "If he really wanted just to serve the warrant, he wouldn't have made such an aggressive move by turning off our water and electricity. He looking for a fight."
   Ponleak thinks for a moment, then says, "He knows me. He knows the way I think and how I would set up this compound. He figures we have enough food and water to last at least a year. And he would be right."
   "So what are you going to do? Have an old style wild west standoff?" I asked Ponleak.
   "No, first we are going to get you out of here, and then we are going to let them in."
   I had forgotten about Tiny, but as soon as Ponleak was done speaking, he came up behind me, grab me by both shoulders, and led me straight for the north wall of the room we were in.
   I closed my eyes, putting my head down, waiting for Tiny to slam me up against the wall. For what reason, I don't know why. Maybe he was a traitor to Ponleak, working with Bopha. I don't know.
   I was inches away from getting my face smashed against the wall, and I was about to scream Ponleak's name for help, when the wall slid to the right, exposing a long corridor heading down.
   As it turned out, heading down to a helipad, where the overhead started to open as soon as we entered.
   It was a jet powered helicopter I was looking at.
   Tiny through me inside the side door, climbed in after me, and shook his head yes.
   The helicopter started lifting straight up until we broke above ground, then in a southerly direction, hugged the ground until we almost hit a mountain.
   The pilot points the nose straight up and guns it as fast as he can.
   In the mean time, since I didn't have time to strap in, Tiny was laying on top of me, holding me so I wouldn't go flopping around.
   He let me go after I convulsed a couple of times, before regurgitating all over his clothes.

To Be Continued.....
Next Week.
This is,Convulsing Myself With Excitement, Jim Hauenstein,
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“The Guide says there is an art to flying", said Ford, "or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
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