Friday, January 20, 2017

Mistaken Identity

Hello All:
It's Friday which means that at some point this afternoon you will enter the door of your house and sigh a relief that the weekend is finally here. Wouldn't it be horrible if a situation like today's new story awaited you?
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Have a great weekend!

Mistaken Identity

It was a Friday afternoon as George walked in to his house after a long day—and a long week—of work. His wife, Beth, sat on the sofa and watched TV while waiting for him. "Hi honey!" she greeted upon seeing George. "How was your day?"
"Oh it wasn't bad." answered George. "Not bad for Friday."
Just then, their four-year-old daughter, Angela rushed in the room. "Daddy!" she exclaimed. "You're home!" She ran up to Father and was immediately scooped up to be hugged.
"That's right; I'm home. So were you good today?"
"Yeah..." answered Angela
"Well I don't know..." teased Father "Maybe I should ask Mommy." George looked over to his wife, Beth, “What do you say Mommy? Was Angela good today?"
"Oh, yes. She was very good today."
"Well then I will let you pick where we go for dinner tonight." promised George to his daughter. "Where would you like to go?"
"McDonald's! excitedly answered Angela.y
Just then, the telephone rang. With Angela still in his arms, George walked over to the phone. "This is probably one of those annoying telemarketers." he griped before picking up the receiver. "Hello?"
A cold voice on the other end simply asked, "So what's up?"
"Excuse me?” answered George.
"Never mind that!" the cold voice warned. "What's going on? And where are you supposed to be?"
"Who is this?” challenged George.
"You know damned well who I am!" snapped the caller. "If you want to play that game, then this is your parole officer."
"Parole officer?" repeated George with a forced giggle. "I'm afraid you have the wrong number."
"No, I’m pretty sure I’ve got the right person. We are getting a signal located near 1634 Virginia Avenue. And this system is very accurate. And like I said, I'm pretty sure it's you I'm talking to.”
"Look!" began George. "There is clearly a mistake here, and it sounds like you are looking for someone on house arrest and that he supposed to be home. It sounds like his whereabouts have been traced near my home. I can reassure you that I am not your criminal. But now that I think of about it, I hope that he is not hiding in my house, somewhere."
The caller interrupted, "Well is this George Ludwig?"
George was taken aback and hesitated. "That is my name.”
"How ironic!" answered the caller in a sarcastic tone. "Tell you what: don't go anywhere. You stay right where you are, and I will have the police there very shortly to come get you."
George had no idea what to think. A parole officer was clearly looking for a convict who apparently violated the terms of his house arrest and was now being traced near George's home. Maybe he cut the bracelet and dumped it nearby. Or worse, maybe this convict was physically hiding in George's house. But so ironic; this convict had the same name as George. Whatever the explanation, it was probably best for the police to come and investigate. "Sure..." cautiously agreed George. "Let the police come here and get things clarified. I don't know why your convict is being traced to my address. Have them come quickly to investigate and make sure he is not hiding in my home somewhere."
"I'll do that!" reassured the caller in a nearly threatening tone. He obviously did not believe George's story. "And don't go anywhere!" he ordered before hanging up.
"What was that about?" asked Beth.
George explained as best as he understood. Apparently there was some confusion, thanks to a convict on house arrest who had violated the terms of his arrest. He was now being traced to their home. And in a bizarre twist of coincidence, George had the same name as the convict. "But don't worry." reassured George. "As soon as the police get here, they will see that I am not this person. Then they will make sure that our house is safe and that he is not hiding here. Maybe this person cut his bracelet and left it in the front lawn near the bushes.
"Are you going to jail, Daddy?" asked little Angela.
"No, Sweetie." answered George. "The police are just coming here to make sure we are okay."
***
Five minutes later there was a startling rap at the door. Police! Open up!”
George rushed over and opened the door. What faced him were four police officers with guns drawn and pointed at George.
"Get on the ground!" one of them ordered. "On the ground!"
Shocked and confused George did as ordered. The officers stormed into the house and immediately placed handcuffs over George who laid face first on the floor.
From the family room, little Angela started to cry and rushed over to Mommy for comfort and safety.
"What's going on?" nervously asked Beth.
"Ma'am, just sit tight." answered one of the officers.
Little Angela continued to cry while hugging her mother. What no one understood in that moment was that George had an unknown distant cousin with the same name who was on house arrest to finish a prison sentence for auto theft. He violated the terms of his house arrest and was now at 1634 Virginia Avenue. And as luck would have it, both men strongly resembled one another in appearance. Of course the police believed that the George in handcuffs was the wanted man.
Angela watched in horror as the police dragged her Daddy out the door to the police car. He was on his way to jail.

The End!

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Read the Fine Print!

Hello All:
Over the Christmas holiday I received two bottles of what I would describe as jumbo bottles of wine. You’ve probably seen them on display at one time or another at an Italian restaurant. I'm not sure what their actual size was, but I would estimate them to be approximately a gallon each.
And so from the night of Christmas until the end of this weekend, I finished off both bottles of wine—resting some days in between. As I finished the final drop of wine from the second bottle on Sunday evening, I set my glass down and declared, “Both bottles have officially been finished off.”
How do I feel about this accomplishment?
I'm quite proud, actually. And it was nice to have nearly a nearly inexhaustible supply of wine throughout the holiday. I never had to worry about running out. But I am sad now that my holiday wine is gone. That's okay, this weekend I will be sure to run to the store and pick up more for myself.
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Today's brand new short story is a reminder to always read the fine print before entering a deal with a stranger.
Read the Fine Print!
Bonnie and Lori have been best friends for years. They met shortly after college at their new jobs, and have been very close ever since. It isn't uncommon for them to meet after work on a Friday night at some lounge or restaurant for a few drinks and maybe dinner. This is what they did on a recent Friday night. They met at the upscale Tollway Nightclub located a few blocks away from where they work.
Usually Bonnie enjoys a few shots of liquor before dinner, followed by a few more glasses of wine after her meal. Tonight she enjoyed a red zinfandel—her third glass—after finishing off a large appetizer platter with her best, Lori. By now, she was extremely buzzed and nearly drunk. It was then that seemingly out of nowhere a young man approached the table where Bonnie and Lori enjoyed there after dinner drinks.
Bonnie was certainly uninhibited at that moment from all the alcohol that she had consumed. And she initially believed that the young man had come over to hit on her. So she was sure to invitingly smile at him with a hint of seduction.
But what was this?
It almost seemed like the young man was nothing more than a salesperson that was there to sell something. “Excuse me, ma'am…” begin the young man. “I was wondering if you would be interested in earning $100 this evening by participating in an experiment.”
“An experiment???” nearly shouted half-drunken Bonnie with excitement. It was followed by a giggle. “What sort of experiment do you have in mind with me?”
The young man remained professional while pointing out, “Well, by the looks of you I can see that you have had plenty to drink.”
Bonnie’s friend, Lori, interrupted by laughing out loud. “Oh yes, she has had plenty to drink!”
“Well that's good.” calmly answered the young man. “She would be perfect for the experiment.”
“And what's the experiment?” quickly asked Bonnie with a beaming smile.
“Well we would like to measure the chemical reaction of alcohol against chemicals processed in your body. It's a very easy process, and you won't have to worry about a thing. And let me remind you that you will be earning $100 for participating. Plus it only takes about 15 minutes. You have nothing to lose. What do you say; are you in?”
Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, “Sure, why not?”
“Very good!” exclaimed the young man. “Your friend can wait here while we go to the room where the experiment is set up.”
It was then that Bonnie felt a bit uneasy with the arrangement. She realized that in a nearly drunken state she was leaving her friend to go to a private and isolated place with the stranger. How safe would that be? But the young man wasn't bad looking at all. If he did try to take advantage of Bonnie, she would surely enjoy it. And it had been a long time since Bonnie got lucky—about six weeks since her last time.
And so Bonnie stepped away from the table and left her friend, Lori, alone. She followed the young man to the elevator and rode it down to the basement where she continued to follow him through a hallway, and into what appeared to be a workshop with small table at the center. “Please take a seat.” invited the young man. “By the way, my name is Bob.” He stuck out his hand in a motion to shake.
Bonnie accepted Bob’s handshake. “Nice to meet, Bob. I am Bonnie.”
Both sat down at the table. The young man, Bob, opened notebook and removed a sheet of paper. It was actually an agreement for Bonnie to sign so she could participate in the experiment. “This just spells out the details of how our experiment we will measure the chemical reactions in your body as you process alcohol.” explained Bob. “Like said before, in exchange you will receive $100 for participating.”
Bonnie was actually feeling quite drunk at that moment. She laughed hysterically before commenting; “Now I need to sign a contract with you?” Throwing all caution to the wind, she merely shrugged her shoulders; grabbed the pen located on the table, and boldly signed her name. It was then that a door opened from the opposite side of the room. In walked an older man who wore a lab coat with gloves. He pushed in front of him a cart with a glass tank seated on top. The older man looked to be like some sort of scientist.
“What's that?” asked Bonnie, now feeling a bit apprehensive with the new presence of the older man who had a glass tank.
“Try to relax…” reassured the older man. Everything will be ok.”
In her near-drunken state, Bonnie didn’t notice that the younger man, Bob, had stood up from his seat and walked to an area behind her. As the older man opened the lid on the tank, Bonnie grew all the more apprehensive. She was about to stand up and walk out. But then a pair of arms reached from behind and held Bonnie down. The arms were Bob’s, and they proceeded to wrap rope around her and the chair in means to tie her in place.
“What the hell are you doing? demanded Bonnie. “Let me go!” By now, she was firmly tied into the chair and there was no way to escape.
“Try not to worry.” urged Bob. “It looks like you are getting a bit nervous. The agreement you signed with us states that if needed, restraints will be used on you during the experiment.”
“What???? No!!!” cried out Bonnie. “Let me out of here!”
Bob walked around and sat down in the seat across from Bonnie. “But it was stated in the contract that you would not be released, no matter how much you begged. It’s written, here, in the fine print.” Bob held up the contract to show Bonnie.
“Unbelievable…” complained Bonnie. “This is not right.” She looked over to the older man who now picked up from the inside of the glass tank what appeared to be a rattlesnake. Bonnie wanted no part of a snake!  “No!!!” she screamed. “I don’t want to do something if it involves a snake!”
“Sorry…” rejected the older man wearing gloves with snake in hand. “A deal is a deal. You receive $100 for participating in our experiment. You signed a contract and there is no way out.” He positioned the rattlesnake by its neck and replaced its fangs against a milking glass. Immediately, venom poured in.
By now, Bonnie was turning ill at the sight of a mean rattlesnake dripping sickly venom into the glass. “What are you going to do with that?” she demanded.
The older man in lab coat did not answer. He simply set the rattlesnake back in the tank and quickly shut the lid. Then he removed a hypodermic needle from his side pocket and placed it in the venom at the bottom of the glass.
“Tell me you are not going to inject me with that!” cried Bonnie.
But the old man said not a word as the snake venom was drawn into the shot.
“Please stop!” pleaded Bonnie. “I don’t want to do this!”
“It will be okay…” reassured Bob. “And there’s no backing out. It's spelled out in the contract under the fine print. We will be injecting you with a small dose of snake venom to see how your body reacts under a near inebriated state.
The older man in lab coat approached Bonnie as she let out bloodcurdling screams. In horror she watched as the needle stuck into her arm.
Now what?
The End!



Wednesday, January 11, 2017

One Hundred Percent Alive and in the Flesh

Hello All:
Today's new story could be something one might expect from the 1960s TV show, One Step Beyond. You've seen it, I'm sure. It plays out unexplained phenomenon, much of it eerie.
That's what we have for you today.
One Hundred Percent Alive and in the Flesh
Bob drove home from work on a Thursday afternoon in his Dodge Durango with customized plate that read "IAMBOB". It's important to know this information as you will soon find out.
It takes Bob about 30 minutes to drive home from work, most of it highway driving. And on that Thursday, there wasn't anything unusual for his ride home from work. Traffic was fairly light, and there were no incidents along the shoulders of the road. Bob reached the exit ramp to the main road in town where he lived. And like most days, it didn't take long for him to reach the entryway of his subdivision, then to Cherry Street where his house is located. Here he pulled into his driveway. Again, it was a very uneventful and mostly boring ride home for Bob, and I'm sure the reader will agree at this point.
But what was this?
Bob was startled to see his wife, Susan, racing out of the house, sobbing, with arms extended outward. Bob quickly exited his vehicle and demanded, "What happened? Is everything okay?"
"The police said that you had been killed!" cried Bob's wife.
"What???" exclaimed Bob.
"Yes...!" continued Susan. "The State Police phoned just 15 minutes ago and said that you were in a car accident and didn't survive!"
"Oh my gosh; that's horrible!" returned Bob while quickly hugging his wife. "Well you can definitely see that it's not true. I am 100% alive and in the flesh. But it looks like the State Police made a terrible mistake. They were obviously supposed to call another family and notify them that whoever they mistook me for had been killed in the car crash."
By then Bob's children, Michael and Sara, rushed out of the house in excitement:
"Dad your home!"
"It's not true!"
"Yes!” quickly reassured Bob. "It was a terrible mistake that the police made. As you can see I am alive and well. But we need to get to the bottom of this. Once I get in the house I'm going to telephone the police and inform them of their terrible mistake. I feel sorry for the poor family that is going to receive such bad news tonight."
And so Bob, his wife, and kids went back into the house where Bob reached for the telephone located in the family room. He wasn't sure what number to call, so he simply pressed 911. As far as he was concerned, this was an emergency. Important information hadn't been given to the proper family.
"911, what's your emergency?" greeted the dispatcher.
"Yes...” began Bob. "...The police called about 15 minutes ago and informed my wife I had been killed in a car crash. But, obviously, that's not true because here I am talking to you."
"Oh no!” exclaimed the 911 operator. "I apologize for the mix-up. Do you know which police jurisdiction called?"
"It would have been the State Police." answered Bob.
"Okay, let me transfer your call to the State Police investigations department so that you can clarify everything."
"Thank you!"
And so Bob spent the next few minutes on the phone with the State Police investigations department as they attempted to establish which accident Bob had been wrongfully paired with. It was confusing for the police because they had a Bob White of 1422 Cherry Street on their most-recent record. Furthermore, they had just received and impounded a Dodge Durango with customized plate, "IAMBOB".
"But that's impossible!" insisted Bob. I am 100% alive and well, standing here and talking to you. And my Dodge Durango is parked out in the driveway without a scratch.”
"Yes I understand that." acknowledged the onsite investigations officer. But we need to get to the bottom of this. Perhaps you could come in with your wife and confirm that the body we have in the morgue does not belong to you, as well as the vehicle that was involved crash."
"I'd be more than happy to" answered Bob.
***
Twenty minutes later, Bob and his wife, Susan, arrived at the State Police facility in their jurisdiction. It's located right off the highway. They entered the main entrance and approached the front desk. "Hi, I need to speak with someone from the investigations department?" asked Bob.
Well once I buzz you through the main door, immediately turn left and it's your last door on the right."
Bob and Susan were buzzed in where they made an immediate left down the hallway to the investigations department. It was here where Bob was asked for his state driver's license which immediately alarmed the onsite officer. You see, only a few minutes ago he placed the exact, same driver's license in a file which had supposedly been taken from the person who was killed in the car crash. The officer gave Bob a queer look. "Is there a problem" Bob asked.
"Well, I guess just follow me into the back office." answered the officer. "We'll first visit the impounding garage.”
Bob and Susan were led some distance to the garage where they were horrified to see Bob's Dodge Durango with customized license plate that read, "IAMBOB" The vehicle was now a smashed, mangled-up heap of junk.
"Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Susan.
"What the...?" Bob added.
The officer then informed, "Sir, you are going to have to wait out here while your wife accompanies me in the morgue to identify the body. This is just proper procedure."
"Body???" nearly shouted Bob. "But I'm 100% alive and in the flesh."
"I understand that, Sir." answered the onsite officer. "Like I said, I am just following procedure.
Susan followed the officer into the morgue where a covered body lay on what looked to be an autopsy table. "I'm going to warn you...” began the officer.  "...this might be a bit gruesome."
"Okay, I will keep that in mind." answered Susan.
The officer pulled back the sheet from the body's head.
Susan was immediately startled. You see, it was definitely Bob's face with some cuts and bruising."I... I... I just don't understand..." she told the officer. "That is my husband lying on the table, but he's standing out there in the other room."
There was no logical explanation for the strange phenomenon that took place that Thursday afternoon. No, Bob was not a ghost; he was100% alive and in the flesh. But how could his body also be lying in the morgue? And how could his mangled up vehicle now be sitting in the impounding garage while—at the same time—it sat in the parking lot of the State Police facility without a ding or scratch?

The End!

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Holiday Vacation

Hello All:
In some parts of the country, kids are still on their holiday vacation--or Christmas break as we traditionally call it in America. My kids are still home. As for me, I actually took a couple of weeks off towards the end of December and didn't return to work until the third of January. It was a very nice and much-deserved time off!
Not actually received as a Christmas present; I got a nice, new phone for myself over the holidays that includes the ability to take 360 VR images to be viewed on a VR headset when needed. I spent plenty of time in the woods during my vacation, visiting all my favorite places and taking 360 photos. I really had in mind to share these 360 photos with you on my blog, but Blogger doesn't have a tool for 360 viewing.
Oh, but there has to be something! Surely they have a widget that I can easily install so that readers like you can enjoy my VR worlds. I'll  have to look into it.
***
If you're kids are still home for the holidays, hopefully you don't put them through the torment that the main character, Daryl, had endure on his Christmas break. I'll let you read all about it in today's brand, new story.
Holiday Vacation
It was the day after Christmas about mid morning, just before lunch, as Daryl sat in the recreation room of his basement, playing with his new X-box. Daryl was a sophomore in high school and could be considered a very hard working kid. He takes all honors AP classes and works extremely hard to earn A's in all his classes. It isn't easy. It's a very stressful life for Daryl. In many cases he believes that he'll fall behind in his studies and earn a B in his class which is definitely what Daryl doesn't want. But he worked hard this past semester in school, and it was Christmas break; time for Daryl to relax, unwind, and catch his breath before returning to second semester after the New Year.
Really this was the first moment that Daryl had a chance to play with his X-box since unwrapping the gift on Christmas morning. You see, both he and his sister, Dawn, had to quickly unwrap their gifts on Christmas morning before going to church; after which the family immediately went to Grandmother's house to be with the family throughout the day. By the time Daryl returned home that night it was close to midnight. Oh he wanted to go into the recreation room at that time and hook up his X-box. But Father wouldn't have it. It was too late at night. Tomorrow was another day Daryl was very tired, anyway. He went right to bed and dreamed of when he would finally hook up the X-box and play to his heart's content. It's what he deserved for being such a hard working kid.
By 11:30 that morning on December 26th, Daryl had only played with his X-box for a little over an hour. He was just beginning to enjoy it, had it fully connected to the TV with controls working. It was then that he heard Father calling from the family room.
"Daryl...? Daryl...?"
"Yes Father!" nervously answered Daryl.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the basement!" This of course, meant he was in the recreation room.
"What are you doing?" further probed Father.
"I'm playing with my X-box."
"That's enough of that, Boy!" declared Father. "You've played enough of that. Why don't you come upstairs and spend some time with your family. That's what the holidays are about.”
Daryl sighed out of disgust and dropped the controller on the sofa. By then he was feeling a bit of outraged that he couldn’t have the simple pleasure of enjoying his Christmas present. Father was always controlling his life; dictating when it was time to work, play, what his career choice would be. As for his career choice: according to Father, Daryl was to become a nuclear physicist—of all things. And Daryl didn't want to do this, of course. But for some reason Father thought that it would be a wise choice for a career. He read some article in a science magazine that reported that future careers as nuclear physicists would be booming in upcoming years; but it would require extremely intelligent, bright, young minds. And of course, Daryl was the perfect candidate for this in Father's eyes.
Daryl softly stamped his way up the stairs in further disgust and outrage. He did so, softly, to prevent Father from hearing. Had Father heard such a display of contempt and resentment, there would be punishment. Father might have taken the X-box away from Daryl. In extreme cases, Father might have even hit him.
Daryl finally made it into the family room where Father, Mother and his sister, Dawn, sat together. Dawn was sitting in a recliner chair and reading one of her new novels she had received for Christmas. Perhaps if Daryl hooked the X-box up in the family room, he would be able to enjoy it the same way that Dawn was able to enjoy her novel.
"Come sit down with us in here, Boy." invited Father.
Daryl wasn't happy but did his best to hide it. Reluctantly he sat down in an empty seat.
"I don't like it when you play those video games too much, Son." informed Father.
"But, Dad, I was only playing it for an hour." argued Daryl.
"I understand that." answered Father. "But that's plenty of time for you to play. Like I said before, the holidays are for family and to spend time with them. We are all in this room together and enjoying one another's company. That's the way it should be. Don't you agree?"
Feeling he had no choice, Daryl nodded in affirmation. "Yes..." But then he suggested, "Well, if I bring my new X-box upstairs and hook it up to the TV in the family room, can I play it up here?"
Father rejected the proposal. "No, I'm sorry. It doesn't work that way. I won't have you being one of those kids who play their video games 24 hours a day. You need regulated amounts of time on that thing. But forget about your video games for now. Let's talk about other things. Let's talk about school. Do you have any thoughts on how your first semester of sophomore year ended up?"
Daryl shrugged his shoulders, "Well I got all A's."
"This is true." acknowledged Father. "But you know, Son, it was necessary for you to drop all of your extracurricular activities so that you could concentrate on your studies. It almost looked like you were struggling to earn these A's. When I was your age I took all of these classes and they were child's play for me. I took the same classes you did and I played cricket, I was in theater, I was in the Student Council, and I had time to be with my friends. School was just something to do; do the homework and prepare for the classes and ace them all. But look what you had to do. You had to drop all of your extracurricular activities so that you could focus on studying for your classes. You stayed in your room to study for six to eight hours a night to get your homework done. Now what's wrong with you, Boy?"
Daryl nervously shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know... I guess sometimes the classes are little too difficult for me."
"Too difficult for you?" repeated Father. "It shouldn't be. You are a very smart kid. The problem with you is that I think you don't believe in yourself enough. That's very important when taking these classes. You need to be that way. What's your hardest class right now that will carry into the next semester?"
"Laplace Transform... " answered Daryl. There were only four people in the school taking the class because it was terribly challenging. Most people have never even heard of Laplace Transform. Most people think that the highest math is Calculus. But Daryl had already taken Calculus One and Calculus Two. Now he was taking Laplace Transform so that he could become a nuclear physicist for Father.
"Why is Laplace Transform such a difficult class for you? asked Father.
"Well I can do the work." explained Daryl. "I just have trouble at first understanding, and it takes many hours of work to make it happen."
"Understood." acknowledged father. "But I envision you next semester not struggling so hard to pass this class. What do you say? Do you think you can do it?"
Daryl shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know... I guess..."
"What do you mean you don't know, Boy?" challenged Father. "That's the sort of attitude right there that is preventing you from acing your classes with no problem. Like I said before, you need to believe in yourself. I mean you don’t have any gumption or drive to you. That's something I had when your age. If something started to get challenging for me, I simply reminded myself that everything in life is relative, and I could easily overcome whatever obstacle was in my way. It was amazing. I just did it. I couldn't get over how easy it was. And that's how you need to be."
Daryl remained silent.
It was then that Father asked, "Did you bring your Laplace Transform textbook home with you?"
Daryl nodded his head, "Yes..."
Father continued, "Do you know what your lessons are going to be for next semester."
"Well I have the syllabus." answered Daryl. "I know what chapters the teacher will be going over."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Father. "Why don't we do this? The holidays are a good time for family to be together. What do you say you and I go up to your bedroom with your text book for some quality Father and Son time? We'll spend the afternoon studying ahead so that Laplace Transform will be easy for you next semester."
Daryl hated this idea. For one it was not going to be quality time with his father. Laplace Transform was a terribly difficult class for Daryl. He could barely understand the material. Father would see this and surly scold Daryl. It would be a miserable afternoon for sure. It was a horrible idea as far as Daryl was concerned. That's why he argued, "Oh, Father, it's Christmas break and I just want to relax and play with my X-box."
Father nodded his head in negation. "Out of the question!"
But Daryl continued to argue, "But why? I got it for Christmas to play with. Can't you just let me do this? Can't I just rest?"
It was then that Father warned, "I will take the thing away from you. Is that what you want?"
"No..." sadly answered Daryl.
"Then you will join me upstairs for the afternoon to study from your text book. Now let's go, Boy."
***
Just as Daryl anticipated, the afternoon was horrible. Father scolded Daryl for everything he did; the way he wrote out the Laplace Integral, his choice of notebook used to write on, and the fact that he needed a calculator at certain times. At one point in the afternoon Father had become so disgusted and outraged with his son that he shouted at him. He declared that Daryl was worthless, and that he couldn't believe that Daryl was actually his son. He confessed to beginning to suspect that Daryl had some sort of mental handicap that prevented him from performing mathematical calculations.
Poor Daryl had become so frustrated and overwhelmed from the negative comments from Father than he began to cry. It was then that Father spent a good forty-five minutes explaining that maybe it wasn't entirely Daryl’s fault. Maybe the American schools had failed Daryl; something in the education system that made Daryl somewhat defective in his thinking. Father reassured his son that he wouldn't let him become lost and slip away into becoming a worthless person in life. Then the two resumed working the problems out of the text book.
After some time, Daryl's confusion and seeming inability to comprehend the material threw Father into another rage. He shouted and stormed out of the room. And before slamming the door behind him, Father declared, "You could not possibly be my son!" Poor Daryl sat upstairs in his bedroom until nine o'clock that evening until Mother entered with a sandwich and a small glass of milk for her son.
But don't worry; on the last day of vacation, Daryl was allowed to play a couple of hours on his new X-box. It was interrupted by Father, of course, who declared that Daryl had played long enough. It was time for him to get ready for school the following day.

The End!

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Welcome the Winter Sky--2016

Hello All:
It's the end of November and the weather is getting colder and colder (depending where it is that you live). This includes the days growing shorter. If you've gone outside in the late afternoon in recent days--about 5:00PM--then you'll agree that it's definitely twilight. And maybe you've had a chance to look up at the sky to take notice of the wintery, celestial sights.
The Literary World of Tom Raimbault traditionally offers the annual blog post, Welcome the Winter Sky. It's featured every year on Thanksgiving and aims to be your guide in what to expect to see in the sky.
Welcome the Winter Sky--2016
Step outside around five o'clock this afternoon--twilight for this time of year. On Thanksgiving night, 2016, the Moon will be a waning crescent which means that it will be long below the western horizon. For those wishing to see all that the sky has to offer, this is a good thing as the Moon will not be drowning out all the celestial objects with it's light. You'll have to wake up around 4:30 on Friday morning to see it rising in the east which might be convenient for all you devoted Black Friday shoppers.




But back to five o'clock on Thanksgiving night: If you are a big fan of Saturn, then you need to hurry up and take a look before it's gone below the western horizon. Throughout early to mid December, Saturn will not be visible to Earth. But rest assured, it will return to visibility by around the New Year. Look in the eastern horizon just before Dawn.
Perhaps the most outstanding object to be seen at twilight this month will be Venus. It will certainly deliver its expectations of being the "brightest star". On Thanksgiving night it will be located near the constellation, Sagittarius.
Look a short distance east from Venus and Sagittarius; you will see the red planet, Mars, in the constellation, Capricorn. It shouldn't be too difficult to spot. Just look for the familiar red star. A good telescope will sometimes reveal the features of Mars.



When finished viewing Mars, look further east to the constellation, Aquarius. There you will find the planet Neptune. You might need a little help locating which star is actually Neptune. Why not
download a handy app to your phone that allows you to point at a location in the sky to discern what you are seeing? Guaranteed, you will be able to find Neptune.
Excited to see Neptune? Well you be even more excited to find and view Uranus. On Thanksgiving night, it will be located in the constellation, Pisces. Simply point your handy smart phone app just a short distance east from Aquarius. There you will be able to locate
Uranus. Pisces will also include the dwarf planet, Pluto. But this will be an extreme challenge to find in a telescope or binoculars due to its size.





If you are waking up extra early on Friday morning--as in predawn--you will have a chance to see the king of planets, Jupiter. And as an extra treat, Jupiter will be joining the waning crescent Moon in the predawn eastern horizon. With a modest pair of binoculars, it will be easy to spot four of its orbiting moons.
There's not much information pertaining to the whereabouts of theoretical planet, Nibiru. Reports are suggesting, however, that the planet's nearness to Earth is causing tsunamis and earthquakes. I certainly hope all will be well on Thanksgiving night and throughout the holidays.







There is still time to left to see the Summer Triangle!
If you get outside around 9:00 pm, you will find yourself in the very center of the autumn and winter sky with the famous Summer Triangle in the west and the winter objects in the east. The Summer Triangle is a beautiful right triangle in the sky that is formed by the stars  Altair, Deneb, and Vega. You can think of the Summer Triangle as an "unofficial" constellation as the bright stars belong to the individual constellations of Aquila, Cygnus, and Lyra. But how nice of these borrowed stars to be joined in a right triangle whose hypotenuse is formed by the vertices of  Altair and Deneb. Be sure to bid this beautiful, celestial summer shape goodbye as the sky will soon be dominated by the objects of winter.
In the east, the first thing you will probably notice are 3 bright stars with a patch of light underneath them.
As most people are aware, these belong to the constellation Orion as the belt. Take a look through your binoculars at this patch and you will be amazed. This is the Orion nebula, or what some people call it: the stellar nursery. At this moment millions of stars are being created and migrating their way out of this nursery. Our sun came from the Orion nebula.
Unfortunately you will not be able to see the intense red color as seen in the photograph. You will see however a hazy cloud surrounded by stars.

Now scan around the Orion belt. Above the belt and slightly to the left is the star Betelgeuse. You can recognize this as the star that glows with a dull red. In the opposite corner of the constellation, to the southwest is the star called Rigel. This is the brightest star in the constellation and has a mass estimated to equal 250 of our suns. The most recognizable feature of Orion is, of course, the three stars ( Mintaka, Alnilam, and Alnitak) which form the belt.

The famous Horsehead Nebula is immediately recognized by the striking resemblance of a horse's head as formed by a dark shadow. Not much further south of Orion is this famous nebula that might be a challenge to see in a telescope or binoculars  Of course the red color isn't seen from Earth. Long-exposure photography must absorb this light to reveal it--so beautiful.
Look for the recognizable, small patch of stars called the Pleiades. Sometimes beginning astronomers mistake this group of stars as the Little Dipper. It is not the Little Dipper, but it yields a spectacular view in binoculars. The Pleiades are a network of young stars which were formed together and still travel together. We know that they are young as evidenced by their blue color. One day they will change color and eventually through billions of years go in their own directions.
Looking above the eastern horizon is an unusual looking star that catches the attention of many people later in the evening. It appears to have a fluorescent glow when rising and is very bright. This is the star named Sirius and is the main star in the constellation Canis Major. Actually there is nothing out of the ordinary about Sirius. The only reason why it is so bright is because it is closer to us than many other stars. It is so bright, that star maps use it as a reference to compare large objects to. There is something interesting about Sirius. It has a small companion (invisible to Earth) that orbits with it. This star is called Sirius B and it plays a gravitational dance with the larger.


 There are so many objects to entertain us in the winter sky and we could never get to them all in one edit. If you do not go out on Thanksgiving night and look at all of this, at least venture out some time this winter and see what I am talking about.

Monday, November 14, 2016

The Thing They Called God

Hello All:
It's official! We threw out the rotting pumpkins over the weekend. Don't they look to be in a sad state on the fireplace mantel?
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Today's featured writing is a new short story about a thing that people called God.
The Thing They Called God
God finally came one day. He finally made himself visible to the world.  At least that's how people perceived it. God had finally come as promised in all the ancient books and scriptures. Again, at least that's who people believed it was.
The thing they called God just appeared one day in the sky. It was an astronomical sized face that really wasn't much of a face. It was more of a mask that covered a face with eyes that shone with not much to be seen in them. There was a recognizable nose and mouth. But these things were only made evident in the mask that was worn over the face of the thing they called God. Being that it was astronomical in size; wherever you happened to be in the world, one would look up in the sky to see the thing that they called God.
The sun went away, the moon, stars, blue sky, clouds—anything that man had ever remembered of the sky, it was now gone to be replaced by an astronomical face that wore a mask and hovered some distance above to stare at the activities of man below. No matter where you were in the world; North America, South America, Asia, Africa, Europe; no matter what your latitude and longitude coordinates were, you would see the same thing in the sky that people in other parts of the world would see—an astronomical face that was covered in a mask. It was the thing they called God.
On that very day the entire world's population, billions of them, stopped what they were doing to come out of their houses, places of work, schools, places of worship—wherever they were—to look up in awe, wonder and fear to contemplate at what they were seeing. Every news source and media platform reported the event. All bandwidth of the Earth's media was used to report the final arrival of the thing they called God.
Initially, people were fearful, and were not sure what it meant. What was the thing they called God going to do? People waved at it, prayed to it and knelt down in hopes to earn favor. But the thing they called God wasn't the least bit responsive, didn't seem to care what people were doing. It made no effort to communicate or acknowledge humans. It just remained in the sky, staring at the people below with eyes that had no color or life. It was expressionless.
This wonder and awe of this worldwide phenomenon went on for a couple of days. Eventually people went back to their usual activities and understood that the thing they called God simply had come as promised. Perhaps this was the next stage in Earth's history. For thousands of years there was a portion of humanity that always believed in God—believed in all the things written in the ancient scriptures and texts. There was also a portion of people who did not believe in God. But now it was there, up in the sky. The existence of God was completely undebatable. It even had the ability to defy science. We know that the Earth is round and surrounded by the vast depth of space. Depending on where you are on Earth, where you look in the sky you see a different view which depends on the positioning of the Earth and your location. But now it was almost as if the entire world were flat and seeing the same thing; just the face of the thing they called God. As for atheists, they couldn't argue with what was physically present even though it defied all science and logic. But it was there. So they naturally begin to believe in the existence of God. Seeing, after all, is believing.
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Within exactly one week from the time that the thing they called God first arrived, changes began to take place on the earth. These changes were horrible! It started with all world’s leaders; presidents, prime ministers, governors, kings, dictators, mayors of cities, police commissioners, even executives of corporations—anyone who served a leadership role for their location. They suddenly died in a horrible way.
There were two possible means of this horrible death. The first means began with a sharp headache which grew to an unbearable magnitude. The person suffering this soon death felt like his or her head were about to explode. Then, finally, when screaming from the overwhelming pain; the head would physically explode. This explosion resulted in blood and brains spraying all over the nearby surroundings.
The second means involved a feeling of overwhelming heat. The person suffering this death complained that he or she felt like they were about to burst into flames. It wasn't uncommon for them to remove articles of clothing or look for nearby water to splash on themselves. But soon, their bodies began to melt as-if they had burst into flames. It was the most God-awful thing watching a sufferer of this death screaming in horror as their face melted along with the rest of the body. The end result was a heap of blood, guts and bones that lay on the ground.
The tragic, horrible deaths were surely caused by the thing they called God. The survivors, of were terribly shocked and grief stricken. But after a day or so of the tragedy, there were people who began to speculate that perhaps it was only natural for God to destroy its leaders. The world no longer needed leaders. The world had the thing they called God to rule its people. Additionally, it was speculated that the majority—if not all—of the world's leaders were corrupted and sinister; some of them downright evil. Again, it was only natural for the thing they called God to destroy these people.
And then countless people throughout the world now had an important job to do. They had to clean up all the blood, guts and remains of the world's leaders. It couldn't have been expected of emergency services to do all of this alone. So people volunteered to help with the horrible mess. It was beginning to smell pretty bad due to decaying rotting flesh that could soon cause diseases and plague.
But they couldn’t get this done fast enough for the on the very next day, the thing they called God caused a new tragedy. This time he caused all the wealthy throughout the world to die in a similar fashion to the world’s leaders; heads exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning. There were quite a few of them, assuming you are not aware of how many wealthy people there are. Even the loved ones of those world's wealthiest people were considered equally wealthy. They were destroyed as well.
But wealth is a relative thing. Who exactly was qualified to be wealthy?
It seemed to be people who were multi-millionaires or billionaires. The thing they called God wasn't so much interested in that moment of people with high paying careers and earning six figure salaries. Sure, those people are wealthier and better off than we are. But in the second round of deaths brought on by the thing they called God, it was the multi-millionaires and billionaires who had been destroyed. I'm sure you can imagine just how much tragedy had occurred during the second wave of deaths.
The world now had additional work to do, clean up the gruesome remains of the wealthy people along with the world leaders before disease and plague spread.
Oh, but it got even worse. On the third day the thing they called God eliminated accomplished people; people who had reached a certain degree of success in their lives—not necessarily multi-millionaires or billionaires. These would have been professional athletes, well known actors and actresses, popular musicians, popular artists—anyone who spent their life chasing a dream to be a superstar. They were destroyed by the thing they called God. It was the same tragedy; heads exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning. And of course there were plenty of loved ones who grieved and mourned over the deaths of the accomplished people.
It was on the third round of deaths that people began to show some resentment towards the thing they called God. After all, just because someone chased a dream and had success didn't necessarily make them a bad person. Many of those accomplished people had donated to charities and helped those in need. They were loving people. Why did the thing they called God have to destroy them?
But just to prove a point, the thing they called God sent a warning to the world by destroying those people who were angry; those people who looked up at the sky and shook their fist at the thing they called God while questioning its reasoning. Immediately, they experienced the wrath with the usual death; heads exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning.
Earth’s survivors of the first three waves of deaths learned their lesson not to question when the thing they called God killed certain people. After all, this could very well have been the apocalypse that had mentioned in many ancient texts. People who reached this conclusion turned to their religions and began practicing the things they were taught to value. Perhaps it was best not to consider one’s own selfish needs while questioning the motives of the thing they called God
By the fourth day things were quiet with the thing they called God—not that it ever said anything. But there were no waves of killings which gave the surviving population of Earth a chance to hurry and clean the blood and guts that were splattered everywhere. The dead were stacking up all over streets, houses, stores, places of business, and places of worship. Earth was a total disaster, and it was beginning to smell due to the overwhelming amount of rotting flesh. The survivors of Earth worked day and night to try to clean.
There were people who almost spoke up to the thing they called God, begging him not to cause any more waves of death. Earth needed a chance to be clean. People feared that their food and water would soon be poisoned. But they knew better. They knew that this would be considered questioning and going against the will of God.  Many survivors were going on days without sleep while cleaning up the dead. Most—if not all people—were practicing humbleness and placing their selfish perceptions aside by not questioning the reasoning of the thing they called God. It was best to demonstrate selfless acts while understating the transformation of becoming unified with the mind of God. People continued to move forward with cleaning the decaying mess that had been created by the thing they called God.
This quiet stage had gone on for about a week. By the end of this quiet stage, much of the Earth had been cleaned up. Those still alive were now exhausted, but they did their best to keep themselves together. They almost had a sense of accomplishment; feeling that they succeeded in a certain test or trial that had been issued by the thing they called God.
But the thing they called God had other plans. Around this time there was a new wave of deaths. This time the world's intelligent and educated people were eliminated; all scientists, doctors, engineers and the likes. They were all put to death like in the previous waves of deaths; heads exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning. It was another horrible mess. The loved ones were mortified and deeply saddened. Some people were feeling discouraged not to mention outraged and unable to contain their contempt. There were a few who spoke up to the thing they called God. Doctors, scientists, engineers and the likes were all good people. They had helped the world many times over. What could they have possibly done that was so wrong?
Of course the people who complained experienced the usual death. As for the wise people who remained silent; they understood why the thing the thing they called God eliminated doctors, scientists and engineers. It’s because these people would have been able to help by creating innovative ways to overcome this new ugly phase of Earth. The thing they called God didn't want educated and intelligent people to help humanity—maybe even overcome the will of the thing they called God. So they were done away with.
A couple days passed, and alas, there was another wave of deaths. What could the thing they called God want to get rid of now? All the world leaders were gone, the wealthy, highly accomplished people, and the educated people. Who could God have possibly wanted to eliminate?
It was the world's beautiful and talented people. They weren't necessary successful and accomplished. Yet they had exceptional talents or blessings. Many were artists, musicians, writers, poets; some of them were simply charismatic people who had a way of almost healing others by simply their presence. Other people were simply beautiful who made others feel good when looked at. The world's lovers were taken away as well. It seemed that this wave hit anyone who represented the beautiful facets of humanity; some of those things being qualities that religions cited to be models for people to strive for. People with divine gifts were killed by the thing they called god; heads exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning. And needless to say they had so many loved ones who would sorely miss them. All the world could do was pull themselves together and resume cleaning the bloody, decaying mess from the Earth.
After killing the people with exceptional talents and blessings, the thing they called God seemed to be done with its waves of deaths. It seemed satisfied; up there in the sky and looking down at the Earth; never moving or exhibiting facial expressions. It just watched in silence and never offered one bit of encouragement to humanity as it cleaned the bloody mess that was caused by the very thing they called God.
But killings weren’t done away with completely. It was around this time when the killings were small scale. In these times, without warning, the thing they called God would created a horrible death for just a few people. It did this in the usual manner; heads exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning. And there was no correlation; no understandable reason why that particular person or small group of people had been killed. The act was completely random. And this is when panic began to reignite among the Earth's survivors. Soon people feared that they would be next.
It wasn’t uncommon for someone to be so struck by the anticipation of being the next to die. He or she felt as though they could interpret the writing on the wall; almost know for certain that they would be next. Someone in this condition might have gone out to the street to kneel before the thing they called God to pray and beg for life to be spared. He or she promised to be obedient servant and learn to live in harmony.
But the thing they called God wasn't there to negotiate with humanity. As the human knelt in the street to pray, he or she would experience the horrible death; head exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning which left a heaping mess of blood and guts on the street. It served as an example that the thing they called God was not to be reasoned or negotiated with. This is what survivors understood.
There were others who were equally fearful of being next to die but had a different solution. Since these were such ugly times for the Earth, a person in a worrisome state actually killed a family member, friend, or merely someone nearby as a sacrifice to appease the thing they called God. Maybe if he or she killed for the thing they called God, it would spare the killer’s life. One might think this would have been a bad idea because it would have resulted in punishment. But surprisingly, it seemed to have worked. It granted the wished-for effect which spared the killer's life.
So was this considered negotiating?
Not at all! It was soon realized that these killing acts only prolonged the killers' duration of life by a few days or a week. The thing they called God followed through with its intent to kill the original person whose life had simply been prolonged by offering sacrifices. For these people it came down to one question: what would you do to prolong your life for a few more days on Earth? Would you kill your fellow man?
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Needless to say, life had become very different on the Earth. People had a new purpose and direction. Once upon a time people woke up in the morning, ate breakfast and went to work or school. But the simple acts of eating breakfast and going to work to earn money could have been considered selfish deeds. And these selfish deeds could have resulted in death by the thing they called God. At least this is what people speculated. Again, they were looking for any way to appease the thing they called God to avoid the horrible deaths. And so during this new time on Earth, people would wake up in the morning to assemble out in the streets to begin cleaning the decaying mess of those who had been killed. And they were doing it not to clean their own environment; make it healthy and beautiful for themselves. Rather they were cleaning the blood and guts to make the world beautiful for the thing they called God. People wanted to make sure that the thing they called god had no reminder of what it had done. People wanted to ensure that the world below the thing they called God remained beautiful. This is a step that many of the Earth survivors took towards being devoted servants to the thing they called God. They did not start their day by eating breakfast, grooming themselves or putting on clean clothes. The immediately went out into the street to find ways to appease the thing they called God.
Of course they did have to do selfish acts to survive. Eating was part of it. But it was done late in the evening, hidden in the houses so that the thing they called God would not have to see. Surely it knew that people were eating, but hopefully it was aware they were hiding in an attempt to be respectful, shrouding their weakness and needs for food. Nothing was ever cooked during these times. Cooking food has a nice smell which makes people happy. People knew that the thing they called God did not like happiness. Definitely they wouldn't have cooked or eaten meat. Again, meat smells wonderful when cooked and eating meat strengthens the body. Eating meat was considered terribly selfish. It was best to just open a can of peaches or find some crackers in the cupboard. If one was lucky, he or she might have received a visit from a neighbor, offering canned food or boxes of crackers or chips. But they didn't do it out of concern for one's neighbor. They did it to demonstrate selflessness, to show the thing they called God that he or she was rejecting their selfish needs and desires. Perhaps this would have spared or prolonged life on Earth.
There was a brief moment during this time when devoted servants would go out into the street in the early morning to bow down while looking up in the sky in worship to the thing they called God. They gave glory, praise and thanks for another day to be alive. But you see this practice actually elevated the spirits of the devoted servants which was forbidden. So the thing they called God immediately destroyed the person who was praying in the morning. There was no need to pray. Praying was a selfish thing to do, and demonstrated hope of seeking favor with the thing they called God. The only way to give true praise and glory to the thing they called God was to live in constant fear while rejecting one’s own selfish desires and needs. For that matter, praying was soon abolished by the remainder of Earths people. There was no point.
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One day, there was a new wave of massive deaths that took place on Earth. The thing they called God did this to women. It was noticed that when men would work and clean up the bloody mess of those who had been killed that their spirits were lifted when women were nearby. All it took was simple conversation, receiving a smile or a momentary locking of eyes. Maybe it was simply standing in the distance and noticing how beautiful a woman is. Whatever pleasure it was that men had towards women, it was unacceptable to the thing they called god. There was to be no pleasure, happiness or lifting of spirits. For that matter, the thing they called God did away with the Earth's women.
It was done in a horrible manner, not like before; heads exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning. This time women were given horrible cramps in their lower abdomens to the point of keeling over on the street. From there they would give birth to a dozen or more poisonous vipers that tore their way out through the woman's vagina. She would lay there screaming in terror while witnessing what was happening. And it was a bloody mess because the vipers were ripping their way out. Then the vipers would repeatedly bite the woman with their poison before feasting on her flesh.
Men would pass the women by on the streets and ignore them while they were being devoured for hours by the serpents. And they wouldn't dare complain of the horror. They kept their mouths shut and stayed away to avoid punishment.
Then there was another wave of deaths. This time it was the friends. There were now only men remaining on the earth who began to form friendships to help cope with the horrible events taking place. The thing they called God noticed that these friendships were uplifting and positive. This was unacceptable to the thing they called God. There were to be no good feelings shared between friends, even if it were kind words shared between people. So the thing they called God caused the friends to die; heads exploding or body suddenly melting into the ground as if burning.
All that survived was a population of Earth's people who remained in fear while distancing themselves from one another. They worked as slaves to clean up the bloody mess and remain of those who had been killed. Earth’s survivors were servants to the thing they called God; never seeking benefit—even the benefit of trying to stay alive.
There were a handful of people on Earth's population who had watched the horrible times since it all started. They actually thought to themselves, "This isn't God. God doesn't do these horrible things. This is some evil entity that has somehow found its way into our world to cause horrible things to happen to the human race.” But they wouldn't dare voice this for they knew it would result in a horrible death.
Then again, maybe that was the paradox. Maybe it was better to be one of the first people who had been killed by the thing they called God than to waste one's life trying to appease the thing they called God by transforming into empty, lifeless servants.

The End!

Friday, November 11, 2016

Mars--the ghost planet?

 Hello All:

Have a great weekend! And if you look up at Mars in the sky, realize that what you are seeing is a mirage.
Mars--the ghost planet?
In recent news Mars does not exist. Scientists have determined that the famous “red planet”, fourth from the sun, has never been in the sky. It's actually a mirage out in space, a phenomenon that scientists are still trying to understand. They hypothesize that Mars could very well be our psychological placement of an object that we think should be "there".
So what is it that we are seeing when we look up at the sky and clearly see Mars?
It’s explained that at most, we are physically seeing any number of asteroids that are within the orbit between Earth and Jupiter. Asteroids could be any number of colors as seen out in space. We simply pick the red one and assign Mars to it on any given night.
 What about successful space missions to Mars? Surely this would have to account for something.
Space missions to Mars were most likely Earth spacecrafts that landed on a large asteroid between Earth and Jupiter. Scientists previously assumed that they successfully landed on the imaginary “red planet”. They are certainly embarrassed now that they know the truth.
What about the centuries of views of Mars through the telescope?
It is said that the exciting views of the “red planet” from Earth through telescopes are nothing more than projected mirages from space. Mars has been completely fabricated in our imaginations. We expect to see it in the sky. We insist that it is there. And then our minds play tricks on us so that our eyes see it through a telescope.
This mirage phenomenon explains the reports from a hundred or more years ago of Mars having forests and the famous canals that joined different regions on the sol called "red planet". Astronomers in those days used to see things like this in their telescopes. Again, it was only a mirage, something fabricated in their imaginations. So when looking through a telescope they additionally saw the canals, the forests, and in some cases the polar caps.

Paranormal investigators have jumped the bandwagon on this recent discovery of the “red planet” being imaginary. They are saying that perhaps Mars really was a planet at one time or another between Earth and Jupiter. It might have been blown to smithereens in a prehistoric nuclear war, long before the people of Earth would have been intelligent to view and interpret such a thing.  It is simply a ghost now. At most, Mars can now be considered the "ghost planet". It doesn't exist; it's a mirage; yet it continues to haunt us in the sky as our imaginations place it there where we think it should be.