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“Now batting for the Angels is number 36, Brian Breckenridge!” The announcer’s voice was irritating enough as it was, and as I stood on the mound, waiting for eight-year-old Brian to step into the batter’s box, I had to fight the urge to puke my guts out. When he finally stood at the ready in the batter’s box, and Sean began signaling me the next pitch, the urge to puke was almost too strong to resist. It was a hot day, just like one would expect from mid-August in the Central Valley, with
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“Lord, help us to grow once again as a family, together under your protection and…” Dad’s voice droned on and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes behind my closed eyelids. We were standing in the driveway of the house on Scenic Drive, with this being our first ‘official’ look at the house as a family. I was on Dad’s left, holding his hand on one side with Jenny on the other side of me, and Mom across from me. We were all holding hands and bowed while Dad rambled on in what had to be a five-mi
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Mrs. Mandragorn was one hell of a sneaky bitch. “Now David, I hope you understand that this really would be for your own good.” Principal Bernstein said to me for what had to be the third time in the last five minutes. He was holding a test Mrs. Mandragorn had tricked me into taking, saying it was something the school was supposed to require before a student had entered the second grade. Since I had started the year out in Florida, where such a test wasn’t required, I had to take it now.
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“That’s right, reel him in slowly.” Papa’s voice held atinge of excitement as he watched me fight to bring in the fish. I was in the front of his ten-foot aluminum fishing boat and he was in the back. It was quiet on this lake, and we were the only ones out here, had been the only one in sight ever since we’d arrive shortly after dawn, nearly an hour ago. To my great surprise, we’d both managed to catch fish, with this one being my second. If I managed to reel it in, I’d equal the two he’d a
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“Welcome to Seventh Grade English.” The short, pretty woman with black hair said after the bell had rung and we’d all taken seats. To be honest, I was kind of nervous at the start of the class. English wasn’t my best subject, but it was something we had to take, and I’d managed to get into one of the better classes, according to my aunt. Aunt Wilma was the Deputy Principal of the school, and said this teacher was one of the best teachers in the school, so that at least was a good thing. “I’m
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A horrible screeching sound, reminiscent of fingernails across a chalkboard sent shivers down my spine and I struggled out of the deep sleep, or unconsciousness or whatever it was that I’d been in when the sound filled my ears. Shivers ran down my spine and my entire body shuddered as the sound filled the air again, and I lifted my head off my arms and opened my eyes, trying to find the source. Nightmares did walk the earth. “David Jones.” Mrs. Mandragorn’s shrill voice, almost as bad
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"I’m afraid it will be another ten minutes, Mr. Jones." The pretty young lady said to me as I waited in the concrete-walled waiting room. I just nodded at her and shifted slightly in the uncomfortable, 70’s era plastic chair while she returned to typing something up on an old IBM electronic typewriter. An Army soldier stood guard at the door on the other side of her desk while another soldier stood guard at the door I had come in through nearly two hours ago. With nothing else to do, I lean
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“I see you made it safely after all.” Colonel Oliver North stated with his characteristic smirk as I entered the base’s underground command center. “The reports of my demise are merely premature.” I purposely misquoted a famous saying, earning myself a rare grin and a nod of his head. The command center was extremely crowded, filled with personnel rushing to and fro, as well as occupying every station in the well-equipped center. Over in the far corner, I could see a team setting up even
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The sky behind me was growing lighter as dawn approached. Any minute now, the sun would appear over the mountain ranges bringing with it a new day. Instead of watching for the new dawn, I stood on the top of a hill that provided a splendid view of Diamond Valley. The tree I rested against was one of the few that weren’t pine trees most common up here. Twinkling lights filled the valley, a drastic change from three years ago. Three long years ago, the President had authorized the creation
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Life is nothing if not full of irony. For two lifetimes I had been a part of the Democratic Party as an adult. Yet, here I was in Dallas, Texas at the 1984 Republican National Convention. While I stood on a balcony high up over Dallas, looking at the crowd of protestors and other people near the convention center, I took a deep breath of the far-too-warm air and reflected on how similar and yet different things were. Vanessa Williams had relinquished her crown last month because of
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"What the fuck is that fag doing here?" Brian's voice hit me like a ton of bricks as I walked into homeroom with Sean at my side. Last night had been a long night, and this morning had begun even earlier, leaving me with only a few hours of sleep. I hadn't even wanted to go to school today, but it was Sean's first day back, and he'd expected me to go with him. Besides, once things ramped up into high gear with the new program to roll back communist gains in Central and South America, I wo
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“Dude, what was it exactly that you were hinting at knowing about me and Brandon and the barn?” Trevor asked me in a soft voice as we manhandled the school’s obstinate goat back into its pen. We were pretty much alone out here, the first day I’d gone back to school since the Soviet coup on Monday. Trevor was wearing a pair of coveralls, proving he was smarter in some ways than I was. I had been surprised to find him in this class, and to find out he was going to be joining the 4H club. “Oh
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“It is official, stand down from Defense Condition Two and set Condition Three.” General Barstow said four hours after my first conversation with the President. The tension of the last few hours relaxed slightly in the Operations Center. “We should still maintain Threatcon Charlie for base security.” Colonel Marken suggested and General Barstow nodded slowly. The Marine officer turned and went over to talk to his Major, leaving me at the table alone with Colonel Kowalski and the General.
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Mondays suck. I don’t care what time line it was, where you are, or any of that crap; Mondays just suck – plain and simple. For some reason I’d been thinking I’d come to school this morning and Brian would be there with the others. I’d even dressed up this morning. Now, here I was mucking out a stall in my best cowboy boots (another gift this last Christmas from the twins since I’d outgrown that first pair), wearing a brand new pair of jeans (stonewashed jeans were now becoming popular but
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Saturday had gone much better than expected, despite a massive hangover early in the morning. Kevin had woken up first, mostly because he’d had the least to drink the night before. He managed to get both Sean and I up, in the showers, and eating a breakfast of muffins that helped settle our very unsettled stomachs. Sean and I stared at each other across the table until we both nodded in silent agreement that the things we’d said last night were past now. He’d gotten some stuff off his chest
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Brian was gone. With his parents and the rest of the families, he’d gone back to Modesto to wrap up their lives there before they moved out here. They weren’t being given much time, because they’d be back here when school began on Monday. With them had gone a dozen personnel from the base to act both as security and to help with the move. Their furniture would arrive later, but all of them would be driving back here over the weekend with their clothes, necessities and other lightweight item
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“I don’t understand.” Brandon said softly from further down the table. It had been several minutes of silence since Brian had gotten up to stare out the window. His dad was talking to him now in a hushed tone, but Brian was having a hard time listening from the tense stance he had taken. Brandon’s words drew my attention back to my old brown-haired friend. He was frowning as he looked at Brian. “Who was his Uncle Rich?” “We…we suggested to Brian that he not share anything about Uncle Rich w
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“On to the most important question: Does Sean know enough to build another time machine?” President Reagan’s voice was tired as he asked this. It was nearly eight in the morning back in Washington, and I imagined he’d gotten about as much sleep as I had in the last day. Sean still hadn’t returned to consciousness, but the news about him was not something I could sit on. I had a duty to report it as soon as possible, and this information was so ‘hot’ that I would only report it directly to the Pr
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“Why would an adult, in his sixties, want to hang around children all the time?” Mr. Mulkey questioned nearly an hour later. He had suspicion in his eyes as he glared at me. I’d managed to share with them a very abbreviated version of my last lifetime; leaving out certain details that were either classified or that I did not feel it wise to share, like my relationship with Brian. Ridgeway had appeared about fifteen minutes ago, with several Air Force stewards who served coffee, juice, and some s
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Sandcastle It was the scariest term for me personally, and one that would forever change my life here in Nevada. As we drove at top speed out of town and down the highway towards the Air Force base, I had to put aside any thoughts or concerns about how this would impact the school. No matter what was said there, everyone would know that something major had happened, and that I was involved. It would only be a matter of time before angry parents demanded answers. That was a problem for
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“I told you it was going to come back and bite you on the butt.” Mom said to me as she came into the dining room of our house. It was a windy March day outside, and the sun was just now setting to the west, framing the Diamond Peak with beautiful red and gold tinges of light reflecting off of the snow-capped peak. The field outside our back patio was green with alfalfa about two inches high. It would be several more weeks before it was ready for harvesting. Meanwhile, I had some English homework
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“How was the funeral?” President Reagan asked me as we sat on our horses, looking over the mountain vista. The fact that we were here, just like in the last time line after a funeral, was a subtle irony of both the similarities and differences in time lines. We were dressed in jeans, western-style shirts and cowboy boots. He was wearing one of his cowboy hats while I was bareheaded. In the distance, the sun was setting on a February day that had been rough for me. “It was a funeral.” I answ
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"So I told my son that if it was good enough for Davey to go along it's good enough for me to go as well!" Grandma Jones was saying with a self-righteous nod. Her hair was freshly done, as were her nails, and I regretted that there wasn't more room in the Eagle. I was stuck between her and Uncle Billy while Uncle Phil and Dad sat in the front seats. Grandma had not stopped her constant chatter since we left Modesto and now, as we were pulling into San Francisco she was still going on and on. "Of
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Three hours later, I was returning to Nanny's house with Dad. We were driving back from the Modesto Police Station, and I was feeling emotionally drained. The actual process of what had happened after Dad had talked with Chris, and then with Aunt Fran when she showed up an hour later had been difficult enough. Then they had called the police and had been told to come down to the police station to give a statement. Poor Chris had been an emotional wreck after talking with Dad, and then his m
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Christmas was supposed to be a happy time, but for me it had almost always been a time of painful memories. In the last lifetime, Mom and Jenny had both died in a car accident on Christmas Day, but that was only the icing on the cake for my dislike of Christmas. This year was my first Christmas in this, my third lifetime, and so far I didn't like it much either. Most of why I didn't like the upcoming Christmas holiday had to do with several recent events, and with my memories of things to c
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