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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