JamesSavik

The phone call from his Dad brought up Tom’s spirits. He decided to take on his father’s next assignment. He found the case with the radio and a few other items. Tom took the case upstairs and began to unpack it. The radio wasn’t the only thing in this case. He unpacked two Bushmaster rifles, two Mini-14 rifles and additional clips for both. Both rifles were chambered for 5.56 mm ammunition and was interchangeable. There were 24 boxes of shells in the crate. When the twins entered the

The old place looked just like they had left it back in March when Tom had come up with his Dad and Jimmy to clean up. Snow was still hiding in shady spots. Wildflowers were growing and the grass of the lawn was beginning to turn green. Down the hill a field of lupines looked like a flowery ocean blowing in the warm West wind. Brian said, “Whoa, it’s stunning up here.” “Yes it is.” Tom said. “There’s nothing like spring up here. Grand Dad used to say this is what he thought heaven must

It was a beautiful April day, but Thomas Ross knew that something was wrong. His father, an epidemiologist for the CDC, was attached to the Air Force Academy as an instructor. He had been out of town for the last two weeks. They talked every night and Thomas could feel something in his Dad’s voice that he was completely unaccustomed to: fear. Something serious was going on, and he couldn’t talk about it. At 10:00am, just in time to catch him between classes, his cell phone vibrated. He look

Five Colorado teens face the horrors of nuclear and biological war and civil disorder

Your move creep!

Just got back from Dallas where it snowed like a boss. My little nephew wanted to play in it until he found out that it was a lot colder than it looked.

It was the best of times and the worst of times. You could get a job anywhere. The economy was booming. A mysterious new disease was killing gay men and Haitians. The soviet Union was on the decline and would collapse in 1989. Classic rock was in a golden age. Pink Floyd started the decade with the Wall and Metallica finished it with the Black album. The plagues of Disco and New Wave (of nausea) run their course. Action stars like Arnold Schwartnegger, Dolph Lundgren and Jean Claud van Damn made some of the best and worst movies of all time. The PC became a force. The Internet was in its infancy and packaged by companies like AOL and Compuserve. It was a decade of divided governance with Ronald Reagen, George H W Bush serving from 1980-92 and the senate and house majority democratic. The supreme court saw its first sexual harassment suit. Electronic glitches and paranoia nearly start WWIII between NATO and the Soviet Union on three different occasions.

I'm still having trouble buying an Aspie as the shooter. I've never heard of them being violent. They withdraw- they avoid people. There's so much confusion over this case and contradictory information. I am beginning to wonder.

Some people know my story. Some don't. I'll tell it again because I think it'll be useful to Hayden. When I was 12 I was 100% BOY. Muddy, fishing, camping, hiking, hunting redneck kid from Mississippi. I was a also a boy scout. I started fooling around with my best friend. We were quiet about it. No one else knew. We had a tight assed Mormon scoutmaster who had a anti-gay witch hunt and threw five of us out. He wasn't satisfied with just mind-f**king us. He went to our parents and told them. He told other parents so their kids wouldn't "catch" gay from any of us. He basically set us all up for several years of hell. We were "out". It was 1976 and the rural south. I won't go into detail but needless to say it was really messed up. I was in a fight my first day of jr high before the first bell. I still had bruises from when my dad kicked my ass. One of the football coaches took care of me. I was a pretty good defensive player. I played defensive end/linebacker and I did really well. Our 7th grade team finished 9-2. The best record that any of the schools teams had had for years. I earned a spot on the "red" team- THE schools main JV team. The coach that had helped me out went on to a job at a college. My next coach was a real asshole. He didn't want me and wouldn't play me. That pissed me off and so I took it out on his favorites in practice. I was a bully. I was a nasty bastard and I beat on those kids like ugly red-headed stepchildren. He finally started playing me after I'd run off several of his players. Ninth grade year we had a different coach. He wanted to win so he played me. We went 8-3. I changed schools as a sophomore and things went to crap. I got suspended (school and football) for fighting with five guys who had no consequences. I didn't play and took a lot of abuse and cheap shots. When I finally did get to play on special teams, I was a head hunter. I was high on speed and was out to knock people out. It was how I let my anger out. The better I played, the better my standing on the team. We weren't really friends but when they found out I could play, they got off my back. I had drug problems too and cultivated the image of a crazy, messed up hood. Most people didn't mess with me because I was moody and unpredictable. Some days I'd fight at the drop of a hat and had learned how to fight really well (out of necessity). At first I was playing football for fun. Later on it was more about I'm going to play and if you don't like it, I'll take your head off. That's me: Abrasive, combative and belligerent because that how I could make them back off. I wasn't a nice guy. As the Brits say- I was a right bastard. In a way I became worse than the bullies. If they went so far, I'd go further. I wouldn't hold back. If I knew I was going to lose, at least I'd make it hurt. It's been 30+ years and I am the last of the five. I'm still a right bastard.

Star Wars 1-6 Alien 1 & 2 Star Trek 1-4 Next Gen 1 & 2 LOTR 1-3 2001 Day the Earth Stood Still Dune Serenity

I'm not a member of that group but you might call me a "prepper". Living without power for days after hurricane Katrina would make anyone a "prepper". I'm betting that Sandy made a lot of converts. Disasters suck. The time you spend preparing for them up front will save tears or maybe even you life. I don't think that this has anything to do with the situation.

The Vermilion Cannery The storm started out modestly near the Cape Verde islands off the coast of East Africa. The prevailing winds took it across the warm waters of the tropical Atlantic where it grew to become a category 3 hurricane but it was too late in the season. When Hurricane Mona entered the Gulf, instead of strengthening like they often do in August and September, it meandered through the cooler waters of October and November losing strength. It brushed Hati and Cuba and then made a bee line for the coast of Louisiana and Texas. The storm came ashore at Cameron, Louisiana as tropical depression Mona just short of hurricane strength. It collided with an East bound cold front and began to move East across Baton Rouge into Mississippi and finally Alabama before it came apart. In its path the storm dumped 6 to 18 inches of furious rain flooding parts of South Louisiana and Mississippi that most storms missed. Cameron barely noticed the storm. Built on stilts, the town that had been destroyed so many times by hurricanes was built to survive them. The residents simply drove out of town and returned when it was over. The swamps of south Louisiana are criss-crossed by numerous oil and gas pipelines. Before the refineries could make the crude usable, the pipes had to be checked from Port Arthur all the way to New Iberia. Pilot Jeff Chandler and a couple of engineers from Acadia Oil and Gas got in a Bell 407 helicopter and began to follow the pipes west to east. They could easily see that the storm had done its usual damage to the swamp but spotted no leaks and all of their transit and right of way markers were still in place. After spending most of the day looking at the lines, Chandler turned the helicopter North-West at Freshwater City to land at Lake Charles. A few minutes later he saw it. Just a little West of Freshwater City was a huge old cannery. The factory had been built on a deep water channel so fishing boats could deliver their hauls for processing and be picked up by ocean going freighters. Chandler had used the old cannery for years as a reference point because in the vast, featureless swamp, you had to remember any sort of landmark. Chandler had no idea how long the factory had been there. The pier was long since gone leaving only a row of posts in the water. The factory had collapsed and much of the timber scattered by the storm revealing a large concrete structure hidden underneath. Chandler said to his passengers, "Hang on a minute. I want to see what we have here." He circled the big factory twice. The waterfront side of the factory was gone. There was definitely a large concrete structure under the building which had originally stood on big steel I-beams. One of his passengers said, "What do you suppose that is? Storm shelter maybe?" Chandler replied, "I don't know. It would be an awfully big one. That old building has been here as long as I can remember. After surviving hurricanes Audry, Ike and Rita, seems a shame that little blow like Mona took her down. Well, we're burning the companies gas, lets go home." After a fairly routine hop to Lake Charles, Chandler returned his passengers safely with good news. The oil and gas people could get back to work. The mystery bug bit Chandler. He flew over the site any excuse that he had. There was nowhere safe to land but he took pictures and a got good GPS fix on the site. He even spotted mounds of oyster shells out behind the factory building. After talking to a few people, he decided to go to the Vermilion Parish seat at Abbeville and see what he could discover about the mysterious cannery. He drove the hour and a half from Lake Charles and camped out in the Parish Clerks office. It took him forever to find any documents regarding the site but they began in the thirties. The company paid its taxes in 1938 as Finster and Klein. They wrote a check on the New Orleans Industrial Bank for the staggering sum of 1,812.35. Chandler kept going backwards. 1937, 1936, 1935 until the property was purchased and the factory constructed in 1934. Every year they paid between $1200 to $2200. The old country clerk brought him a dusty folder with very little contents with 1934 written in fine penmanship on the cover. He said, "Thought you might like to see this. It's the articles of incorporation for all the companies founded in 1934." Chandler opened the folder. There was only one document. He looked at the old man who shrugged and said, "It was the depression. Not much was going on here." According to the documents, in 1934 Finster & Klein of Wilhelmshaven, Germany founded the Vermilion Cannery. It paid taxes and abruptly stopped in 1939. So, it was a German owned company that abruptly shut down at the outbreak of World War II. That was all Chandler could discover at the parish clerks office but at least he had a name and some dates. Later that evening, Chandler got on his computer and began to do some searching. He found that Finster & Klein were a subsidiary of Krupp Industries. Their ownership was close to Hitler and very influential in the Nazi party. In 1940 their holding in the United States were seized by the FBI for suspected espionage activities at various sites along the East Coast. At a couple of locations that they missed, Nazi spies were radioing the comings and goings of allied ships at American ports. That wasn't completely sorted out until late in 1943. Wow! Chandler rolled away from his computer. He picked up his cell phone and called a friend in Freshwater City. "Hello Louis. This is Chandler, how you doing?" "You still running charters?" "Good. You free Thursday? There's a place I want to see up close..." * * * Chandler arrived at the marina at Freshwater City at dawn in time to catch Louis Bossard having breakfast. Louis smiled at seeing his old friend and said, "Jeff, how you are boy?" "Fair to middlin' Louis. How does the weather look?" "Good, good. A little cold for fishing. What you got in mind?" "You know that old fish cannery off Decater Point?" "Yeah, sure. Mona knocked most of it down." "I wanna see it up close." "I can get you there. There's a deep water channel all the way to the place." Chandler told his old friend about the factories checkered past. Bossard agreed that it was worth a look so they loaded their modest gear in a Sea-Ray Weekender and took off. They had to go South for deep water before they could turn West. It took them about an hour to get to Decater's Point and they could see easily see the huge old factory. As they were traveling Bossard said, "You know, I can believe there might have been Nazi spies in these parts. It's damn hard to get to, remote as hell and I run diving charters to about a dozen wreaks within a hundred miles of here." Chandler replied, "It's about halfway between New Orleans and Houston. If I wanted to keep an eye on Gulf shipping, I couldn't think of a better place." They approached from the deep-water channel and tied off on and old pier piling and climbed up to the railroad cross ties to what must have been the main dock. The first thing Jeff noticed was the rusting remains of a tall radio mast that had collapsed in the storm. They could easily see the formed concrete underneath the collapsed rubble. After investigating it, Chandler discovered that it was even larger than he thought. He took out his camera and began taking pictures. Bossard said, "Grab onto this big piece and pull Jeff." They pulled on the old rotten timbers and they collapsed away from the structure revealing what appeared to be a very large rusty black metal door that extended along the waterline along the water front side of the factory. Bossard said, "Well I'll be damned. Am I looking at.." "Yeah. I believe so. It looks like an old U-boat pen. The Germans built a ton of these in France to service their U-boats safe from air raids." "What's it doing here?" "Isn't it obvious? The Feds could shut down the business but all of this stuff was still here. It's the only dry land in 30 miles in any direction. It's ideally suited between two of the United States biggest ports. They shut the place down but all the Germans needed to do was sneak a crew in here by sub and they are good to go." Bossard said, "I think we just solved the mystery of why there were so many ships sunk out of Houston and New Orleans." Chandler took his big mag light and struck the iron door knocking a hole in the rust. He braced himself and kicked enough of it the rust away to clear a small passage through. Bossard said, "You aren't thinking.." Chandler said, "I sure am." He turned on his light and looked inside. There was a concrete walkway just inside and he stepped through. Chandler disappeared inside and Bossard said, "You OK in there?" "Yeah Louis. Come on in. You aren't going to believe this." Louis crawled through the hole in the door and walked down the concrete walkway to join Chandler. He whistled and said, "Would you look at that." The unique black form of a U-boat was lying on its right side at a 20 degree angle against the opposite wall of the pen. On it's conning tower was the Nazi swastika and its identifier U-757 in white letters. Chandler said, "I heard of this boat. When things were falling apart in 1945, a bunch of the Nazi big-wigs got aboard to escape being captured and tried for war crimes. The Allies thought that it was destroyed by a British bomber in the Irish Sea." Bossard sighed and said, "Well, if you ask me, it looks like they made it."

Aspergers is defined as an "autism spectrum disorder". Apparently it is one of several forms of autism. From what I understand, Aspergers varies greatly in degree of how profoundly it effects individuals. Some are easy to spot but many individuals that have it are high functioning. In the past, some weren't diagnosed for many years but diagnosis criteria have improved. What really characterizes Asperger syndrome is severe difficulty with interpersonal relationships. Some Aspergers sufferers can't read facial expressions or emotional states in other people. This guy is a professional surfer with Aspergers:

Peyton Manning.

I'm not a big believer in magic. If the Mayans knew something that we don't, maybe. I don't think so.

Happy Birthday to... The Best Editor. EVER!

No. I don't want to talk about it. Baby killing assholes. Losing Roan. I wish I could have called this weekend off as a bad idea. Times like this it's hard to be clean and sober. If you've ever been in a fight and you've been hit a few times, you taste blood before it really hurts. Now I'm going to crawl inside my headphones and listen to good music loud and tune out the world. I know that I'll have to come up for air sooner or later. Now- I just want to tune it all out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P60zM2sQ_4o

Happy Birthday *stays clothed*

I'm going to say this- not to be cruel but the be honest. A lot of young men don't know the difference in being horny and being in love. His behavior is bisexual and he's acting homophobic- like he's not comfortable with it. As an older guy, I can tell you that I've attended many weddings (traditional) of guys that I've slept with. A few of them wanted to continue after they've been married. Everybody wants to have their cake and eat it too. It just doesn't work.

It takes many people a long time to figure it out. There are people who get married have kids and come out at 30, 40 or later.

I never met an Aussie that I didn't like and, I liked Roan better than most.

I agree with you Pup. It's time we started talking about Nit-Wit control. That's where the problem is.

This week, I added the House http://www.gayauthors.org/story/jamessavik/thehouse and a new chapter of Operation Hammerhead http://www.gayauthors.org/story/jamessavik/operationhammerhead

Speed Run Evergreen Scorpius Sector Jeff Mason awoke in the dark. He was in some kind of transport, and he was moving. There was gravity, and he had a sharp pain in his left wrist. He noticed that he was wearing a headset. He said, “Where am I?” A voice answered, “Good morning, sunshine. You are in a cargo hauler. We had to knock you out to remove the tracker bug in your left wrist. We were able to take out the other one electronically. With luck, the Ministry g