Friday, May 23, 2025

My Girlfriend...


My Girlfriend…

Today, 23-May-2025 marks 50 years to the day, from the time I met my present girlfriend.

The family of a mutual friend, Cathy, had plans to move away to California just as soon as our Junior year in high school was finished.  So, as finals-week wrapped up, Cathy invited us, separately of course, and a few other friends, to her house:

            Friday

            23-May-1975

            7:00 pm

As I entered the house, there in the family room, at the pool table, was a cute young lady (pretending to know something about) playing pool.  I summoned up my courage and walked across the room * … 

* Sometimes, you just gotta’ be brave !

The rest, is history.  So, tonight we celebrate our “anniversary”… 50 years, two fine sons and one fine granddaughter later.

-Mark

 

Google and play the Beatles song “She was just 17”. 

That song is exactly how it was.

Brenda Sue Dunegan Laughlin
"Mountain Wo-Man !"


Monday, May 19, 2025

September 11



I added a couple of thoughts below:


Brenda and I visited New York City back in 2008.


We walked down to Wall Street...



...and to Ground Zero.


They were still cleaning up rubble,






A Globe sculpture that had stood in the plaza and had been crushed by falling debris
was set up off to the side.



Children of "First Responders", Firemen, Police and others, 
had painted tiles honoring their parents who died in the attack,
and hung them on this fence.




A view of Lower Manhattan, shrouded on fog,
is missing two tall landmarks.


Occasionally, as I have heard interviews of New Yorkers who were present on September 11, 2001, I hear remarks about the attacks on "their city", attacks on "them".  If I had the chance, I would argue with them, gently, and with great respect, that the attacks happened to all Americans.  New York was unlucky enough to be one of the central targets for jihadi aggression, but the attackers were targeting "America".  They were targeting all Americans.  The attacks happened to all of us.  That takes nothing away from the way we feel about New Yorkers.  Much to the contrary, we stand beside every one of them in the way we feel about the attacks, in the way we remember them.

This was kicking around my mind last night, but I couldn't figure out how to craft it, given the late hour.  But there is another thought that should be expressed:

In as much as the attacks were not on New Yorkers alone as much as they were on all Americans, there is another group that should be considered, and that is "everybody else".  By that, I mean that we should separate the world into "the (actual) bad guys" and "everybody else".  As time wore on, we saw horrible attacks in London, Madrid, Mumbai and more recently Copenhagen.  But even before 9-11-2001, we saw huge attacks in East Africa, and so many other places around the world.  The September 11 attacks were attacks on everyone who ins't themselves a "bad guy".  That's everyone around the world who travels, or who waits at home while their loved ones do...everyone who participates in the War on Terror, and all of their families and loved ones...it's everyone who has friends in other parts of the world, and who watch the news nervously anytime something blows up...if you are one of the good guys, then the attacks on New York were attacks on you.

The whole world came together in the days after September 11, in a way that only seems to happen after an event that effects literally everyone.  The whole world felt a connection with those who had suffered, and the whole world could envision something just as horrible happening in their home town.  We have drifted away from that feeling of solidarity in recent years.  Of course, that has to be expected I suppose, but I would like to see us achieve that feeling again, that is, if it doesn't take a huge, awful event to catalyze it.

As September 11, 2011 approaches, I recall the time I had been in the World Trade Center in 1999.  We had a customer located on the 95th Floor of Tower Two.  I still have vivid memories of looking out the window and down onto the Brooklyn Bridge, on an absolutely beautiful day.  Our customer, Bob, didn't make it out of the building in 2001.  I think I share New Yorker's tendency to take the attacks very personally.

Some say we in America cannot get over the attacks of September 11, cannot get passed it, cannot move on.  I do not agree.  I think the point is, we will not forget.  Period.  My feelings about that day are stirred every time I see images of the attacks, hear accounts of the victims, or hear news about losses of our young men and women in the Military, as they pursue the bad guys.  More than that, it's whenever I see our flag flying, hear patriotic music, or see one of our fighter jets screaming overhead.  I can guarantee that I will not forget.



Robert (Bob) DeAngelis

(photo added after 2016 visit)



- Mark W. Laughlin
11-September-2011


All photos by MWL.




Saturday, May 17, 2025

New Review - The Trail of the Fox

 

The Trail of the Fox


Mark W. Laughlin’s The Trail of the Fox reads like a warm campfire story told under starlight. It is rich in tradition, community, and heart. Set in a prehistoric valley alive with danger, hunting, and ritual, the novel centers around Ach, a clever young man of the Rock People, and his cousin Sinc, a gifted  toolmaker. What begins with tracking mysterious footprints grows into a sweeping tale of survival, family, raiders, and romance.

This book doesn’t aim to dazzle with plot twists or magical gimmicks. Instead, it offers a heartfelt, steady journey grounded in the rhythms of nature and kinship. Each chapter feels like a parable or a fireside lesson passed down through generations.

You’ll root for Ach as he nervously navigates marriage proposals, and you’ll smile as characters turn beet-red at council fires. But beneath the humor and simplicity lies real wisdom. Even a modest discovery, like a sharper black stone or a longer spear, can mean the difference between survival and loss. These small innovations ripple outward, improving hunting, protecting families, and helping entire villages endure the winter. The book reminds us that meaningful progress doesn’t always begin with grand events.  Sometimes it starts with two cousins testing stones on a quiet hillside.

The story gently highlights the power of unity, the value of patience, and the importance of passing down wisdom across generations. The elders are genuinely insightful, while the younger characters bring an endearing mix of eagerness and clumsiness. Even the fox, silently observing from the shadows, carries symbolic meaning throughout the tale.

In the end, The Trail of the Fox isn’t just about a boy becoming a man. It is about how people survive by leaning on each other, thinking wisely, and watching the trail ahead. It is a reflective, quietly powerful story shaped by daily survival, full of tradition, natural challenges, and just enough human drama to keep the pages turning.

Highly recommended for readers who enjoy character-driven, culturally rich stories with timeless themes.



RGB VINTAGE BOOK REVIEW
The Reading Glass Books
May-2025

Title:             The Trail of the Fox
Author:         Mark W. Laughlin
Language:    English
Genre:          Fiction
ISBN-10:      1962497720
ISBN-13:      978-1962497725


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Sunday, January 26, 2025

75,000 Visits !!! Thank You !!!

Hello Friends !

Well, WrittenPost has been up and running for 14 years !!

And, just recently, we reached 75,000 visits..
...from a total of 125 countries !!

As always...Thank You !! for "tuning in" !! 

I appreciate your reading and I always appreciate your COMMENTS and e-mails !!

Y'all take care,

- Mark

Maine, October-2024
Maine, Oct-2024

USA   Japan   Canada   Singapore   Denmark   Iran   Ukraine   Finland   India   Germany   Spain   United Kingdom   Peru   Estonia   South Korea   Russia   Bahamas   Netherlands   
Brazil   China 
"A bridge too far..." Arnhem, Netherlands - Mark W. Laughlin
  Lebanon   United Arab Emirates   France   Taiwan   Thailand   Italy   Kazakhstan   Zimbabwe   Philippines   Sweden   Ireland   Viet Nam   Moldova   Romania   Saudi Arabia
New Mexico Balloon Festival, Oct-2013
 
  Malaysia   Lithuania   Trinidad and Tobago   Suriname   Mexico   
Georgia    Nigeria   Pakistan   
Israel   Belgium  Chile   
Poland   Serbia   Switzerland   
Turkey   Austria   Colombia   
Near Marfa, Texas - April 2019
Belarus
   Panama   Morocco   
Croatia   Luxembourg  
Slovakia   Indonesia  Bulgaria  
San Marino   Australia   Portugal
Norway   Oman   New Zealand   
Argentina   Iraq   
Helsinki, Eastern Harbor, also dawn - Mark W. Laughlin
South Africa   Bangladesh   
Sri Lanka   Hong Kong   
Czech Republic   Montenegro   
Greece   Ecuador   Sudan   
Costa Rica   Egypt   Paraguay   
Turkmenistan    
Antigua and Barbuda   Mongolia  
Chur, Switzerland, alpinehorn - Mark W. Laughlin
Tunisia   Bhutan   Namibia   Syria   
Ghana   Jordan   Qatar   Ethiopia   
Guam   Rwanda   Algeria   Guyana   
Boznia-Herzgovenia   Afghanistan   
Hungary   Myanmar/Burma 
Holi-Houston, festival of color - Mark W. Laughlin
  Palestine   Liberia   Kenya   
Seychelles   Honduras 
Cambodia   Nepal   
Azerbaijan   Equatorial Guinea   Macao   Albania  
An Onca Puma, central Brazil, 2023
 
Cyprus  Kosovo
New Caledonia  Cote d' Ivoire  Greenland 
British Virgin Islands  
Malta  Cameroon  Uzbekistan
Aaland Island  El Salvador  Laos  Malawi


Cochin Ferry, Kerala, India - Mark W. Laughlin

THANK YOU !! 

Kasiranga, India, Dec-2018



Saturday, October 5, 2024

Big Steam

 

Yesterday, Union Pacific Railway's "Big Boy, # 4014" paid us a (very) brief visit.  

Engine # 4014 was built in 1942 as one of a series of 25 steam locomotives which, with each weighing a smooth 1.2 million pounds, were the largest steam engines ever built. Of the 25, only 8 still exist, 7 are in museums, and only the # 4014 still runs.  This is part of a multi-state "Heartland of America Tour" put on by the Union Pacific Railway to promote rail travel in the USA.

Brenda and I positioned ourselves, "up-sun" in an area of track where we thought we could get a good view, on tracks 4-5 miles north of our house.  The train wouldn't be stopping of course, so I set Brenda up to take what would be her first video with my phone, and I would try to nab as many still photos as a 40 mile-per-hour train passing about 25 feet from us would allow...

Still about 3 miles away, we can just catch a recognizable glimpse, distorted by the heat waves rising up from the tracks on this beautiful Fall, but still pretty warm, day in Houston.


About 2 miles away, still pretty distorted, but with a characteristic railroad engine "head light" beaming at us.
 
And here she comes !!


The announcement said to stay 25 feet from the tracks...but this guy wasn't listening...


...a HUGE machine...  A modern diesel-electric railroad engine weighs about 300 tons, but this "mama-san" weighs in at about 600 !!


...and there she goes...


I hadn't expected to see the beautifully spiffed-up rail cars that make up the ceremonial train, the brilliant yellow complimenting the blue of the afternoon sky. 


...beautiful...

This special car made up the end of the train.  I wondered if President Roosevelt ever made a campaign speech (known as a "whistle-stop speech") from the platform on the very back end of the car.  Franklin Delano Roosevelt ran successfully for President in 1936, 1940 and 1944.  Train stations tended to be rather near the center of a town, and "whistle stops", where a politician would give a quick speech to a crowd gathered at the rear platform, were "a thing" back then.


Wow !

Y'all take care,

-Mark





Sunday, August 4, 2024

India XX - Mangalore, Coorg and Chennai

Hello All !!

I've been busy, and not travelling internationally as much, so it's been a while since I've posted.  These are from my 20th ( !! ) to Incredible India.  I always enjoy the many things I see when I travel there, and especially enjoy the hospitality shown me by my partners, who have become great friends.

This is the least-used roadway that I've been on in India...because it's new and just opened up the week before.  It bridges across the Mumbai Port area and hasn't been "found" yet by Mumbai traffic.

Of all the gods and goddesses of Hinduism, I think Ganesha is my favorite.  Even though this talisman is small, Ganesh is said to have the body of a man and the head of an elephant.  He's known as the God of New Beginnings, and, because of his great strength, the Remover of Obstacles.

After business meetings in Mangalore, we drove up into the mountains to stay the weekend at a hotel that is part of a coffee plantation.  A pretty small place, with only 40 or so rooms, the bungalows are on the hillside, among the jungle trees, the coffee plants, the birds and the flowers.  A very lush, green place.

Coffee bushes are pruned to keep them from getting so tall that coffee can't be picked while standing on the ground.  The bushes are planted, but it's a bit difficult to tell where the coffee stops and the jungle begins.  It all looks very natural, as local folks harvest many items, coconuts, the fruits of several kinds of palm trees, bananas, mangoes and other fruit, rubber trees, etc.


This location was about the size of "a dozen parking spaces", with coffee spread out, drying in the sun.  Many local homes had a tarp out front (maybe only the size of one parking space) with coffee drying.  


This is a favorite, a banana flower, in the soft light reaching down through the forest canopy.



Panoramic view from my hotel balcony.


This is an Indian version of "Buckey's", an open air facility with many vendors of coffee, snacks, etc., a road-side stop between Mumbai and the city of Pune

...a bit of an "ooops" on the mountain road leaving Coorg.

... coconuts !!

One thing that is pretty consistent all across India...Traffic !!

We decided not to take the camel ride on the beach in Chennai, though it looked like fun.

The little lady in red is selling "Ice Apples",  It's a fruit with a thick hull, that grows in large bunches like coconuts,  It's purple, eggplant-colored.  When she hacks open the hull, inside are fruits, sort of flattened, round, and "clear-ish" inside, with a consistency like the insides of a large green grape.  Delicious !

In Chennai, these very cool sculptures are carved right out of the living rock and still stand right where they were carved, the elephant, temple buildings and all !




So, I hope, that as retirement looms, I'll have a chance for an "India XXI" !!

-Mark



Notice that the convoluted route that an aircraft takes to fly from the US to India, avoiding the skies over Ukraine, and now also over Russia, navigating carefully over Pakistan, avoiding disputed areas, isn't getting any less convoluted.




Saturday, February 17, 2024

Max...Great Dog !!

 


Max

Our buddy !!

04-Oct-2019  -  12-Feb-2024

Max loved to ride in the car !

Max is gone.  He was older than we expected.  We didn’t raise him from a pup.  He was abandoned.  Some woman put him in our backyard 04-October-2019, just before Covid began spilling into the news.  The vet guessed at his age, but we later began to think she’d guessed low.

So, Max adopted us…and Max liked to walk.  A lot !  I have a step-counter/mile-counter on my phone.  Max and I had a 51-month long average of just over 2 miles per day.  We walked at 7:30am, noon, 5:00pm and one last time about 7:30pm, just like clock-work.  JUST like clock-work !  Do that math, it’s just over 3,000 miles !!  

Walking slowly through the neighborhood allowed us to connect with many neighbors Bren and I had never spoken to before.  The kids on the street all say “Hi Max !” as we pass by.

No kittycats in my yard today !!

Max was really a great dog.  We can’t claim to have trained him…it was more a case of him training ME about when and how we’d be walking.  He had a great disposition, which was especially good because he was a large dog, weighing 60 pounds.  

Relaxing a little...

His only down-side was that he didn’t get along well with cats…or possums (we had a possum in our backyard that Max encountered regularly).  Since he showed up just before Covid, his keeping us walking and active made our Covid experience much different than it would have been without him.

He was around for the time of Brenda's vision issues, 
and did his best to offer comfort.

Sadly, around 15 months ago, Max began having symptoms of a progressive condition that reduced his ability to control his hind legs.  At first, it was difficult to detect without watching carefully.  But it slowly progressed until last weekend, when he could just no longer get up and walk.  We finally were faced with the difficult decision, and his end came on Monday.

"Momma likes me, I like Momma"

A great puppy !  

We sadly miss him.

-M