Category Archives: Day to Day

Things In The Dark

There are things out there in the dark that most of us ignore.

It doesnโ€™t have to be completely dark. It could be out there in the woods, the shadows between the trees.


SeegarsInSC Podcast: Things In The Dark

Iโ€™m not big on Bigfoot, although I donโ€™t dismiss that thereโ€™s something to all the stories.

Youโ€™ve seen a gorilla. Iโ€™ve seen a gorilla. But until recent history they were no more than a myth. Explorers would come back with stories from African jungles about ill-tempered hairy, giant beasts with incredible strength and they were dismissed by scientists as nonsense.

Legend has it that the first report of gorillas come from the Greek explorer Hanno in the fifth century.

Hanno traveled to the western coasts of Africa, Sierra Leone and the Gulf of Guinea, and reported an island filled with savage people covered in hair.

Andrew Batell, a British explorer, told tales of seeing โ€œmonsters covered with hair except for their face and hands that slept in trees and fed on fruit. According to him, they looked like giant hair covered men.

In 1847 Dr. Thomas Savage (Doc Savage?!) managed to obtain several gorilla bones including a skull in Liberia, and published the very first formal description of the great ape.

Paul du Chaillu became the first modern European to see a live gorilla during his expeditions to equatorial Africa.

And mountain gorillas were believed a myth until 1902.

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From Weird Carolinas:

Woollyboogers, Boojums, or Skunk Apes have been seen by scores of Carolinians. Including law enforcement officers, librarians, schoolteachers, and members of the clergy-by people, in other words, who usually tell the truth.

A guy from Mechanicsville, SC, named Cal is among the many people who have been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of one of them in the Carolina swamps, back in the mid-1980s. As he told us, โ€œMe, my cousin, and my father were idling up the Great Pee Dee River in a small boat. I was shooting a .22 pistol at some things and while I was looking toward the left bank I saw something that did not look right, but could not tell what it was. Then all in a split second it stood up and dove into the river with his arms stretched out, just like a man would dive, and it never was seen again. We went over and looked for track on the hard muddy surface…when I first saw it, it was on its feet with its knees bent, kneeling down like it was doing something between his legs. As I said, โ€˜Look!โ€™ It was already going into the water. My father saw it as it was going in, but it all happened in about two seconds. I donโ€™t โ€˜thinkโ€™ I saw a Skunk Ape, I know I saw one.โ€

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Now, hereโ€™s the thing, I know Cal. I have spent time around him. I know him to be a good man and a good father. I know him to be very straight forward. I havenโ€™t seen him in years, we used to run in the same circles of geocachers. But thatโ€™s one account I cannot dismiss. And with that, I canโ€™t dismiss all the rest.

Yes, there are things out there in the dark. Things you may not want to see.

But theyโ€™re still there. And they see you.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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This Is Different

Any other time I walk in my sons room and he has a set of headphones on his head talking to his friends (you have friends?!) plugging away at Fortnite.

Tonight I walked in to this…

Yes. Weโ€™ve pulled out the Legos.

I am pleased. On his own he has decided on something at least creative.

So Mario in Lego. Interesting.

Paused for the evening. Artists are temperamental.

In search of blocks and running low on colors and shapes the artiste has taken a break for the evening.

I like this.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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End Of The Day

I actually sat down and wrote a fairly decent post tonight that I think Iโ€™m going to save for something a little more special this Sunday.

I had a really great day at work today. I came home and picked up my son and helped him with a project, cooked supper and did dishes while the wife did her paperwork from her last few patients.

No brag. No complaints. I enjoyed all of it.

Hands kept busy are hands kept happy.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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Serious Business

Geisel

This is very relaxing for both of us. He gets the head scratch, I get a chest rub. Weโ€™re both pretty good at our ends of the bargain.

Until he passes out. And then if youโ€™re a cat owner you know.

I canโ€™t move. I might wake him.

I live on the couch now.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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Six Months Later…

Iโ€™ve been posting here daily for six months. This anniversary passed a couple of days ago.

Today I reached my 100th follower.

Iโ€™m grateful.

But I do this as a sort of therapy and exercise in self control.

Now that Iโ€™ve grown more confident Iโ€™m trying my hand at a one man podcast. Itโ€™s something Iโ€™ve been interested in for awhile.

Hereโ€™s the thing though.

Even though Iโ€™m doing very short pieces as podcasts, itโ€™s hard. Just that little five minutes took me thirty to throw together, edit, and post.

And Iโ€™ve done longer podcasts with friends but I donโ€™t have that much experience.

I guess Iโ€™m trying to say thanks to all those folks who put together the podcasts I listen to.

I know some that do an hour or two alone.

Gordo from Those Conspiracy Guys is famous for doing four hours and longer episodes. Iโ€™ve seen him post up a seven hour one.

Thatโ€™s insane.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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Broken Arrow

Not very far from me there was an incident in the late 50s that could have been disastrous for a large portion of the southeast.

I was talking to a friend last night about a the misplacement of some C-4 in a news article. I mentioned to him that heโ€™d be surprised how often ammo and such things do get misplaced as Iโ€™ve had to help find grenades before on a range.

Florence, SC

But what this piece is about is something much worse. Something, Iโ€™m fairly certain, you canโ€™t put the pin back in.


On March 11, 1958, a U.S. Air Force Boeing B-47E-LM Stratojet from Hunter Air Force Base operated by the 375th Bombardment Squadron of the 308th Bombardment Wing near Savannah, Georgia, took off at approximately 4:34 PM and was scheduled to fly to the United Kingdom and then to North Africa as part of Operation Snow Flurry.

The aircraft was carrying nuclear weapons on board in the event of war with the Soviet Union breaking out. Air Force Captain Bruce Kulka, who was the navigator and bombardier, was summoned to the bomb bay area after the captain of the aircraft, Captain Earl Koehler, had encountered a fault light in the cockpit indicating that the bomb harness locking pin did not engage. As Kulka reached around the bomb to pull himself up, he mistakenly grabbed the emergency release pin. The Mark 6 nuclear bomb dropped to the bomb bay doors of the B-47 and the weight forced the doors open, sending the bomb 15,000 ft (4,600 m) down to the ground below.

Two sisters, six-year-old Helen and nine-year-old Frances Gregg, along with their nine-year-old cousin Ella Davies, were playing 200 yards (180 m) from a playhouse in the woods that had been built for them by their father Walter Gregg, who had served as a paratrooper during World War II. The playhouse was struck by the bomb. Its conventional high explosives detonated, destroying the playhouse, and leaving a crater about 70 feet (21 m) wide and 35 feet (11 m) deep. Fortunately, the fissile nuclear core was stored elsewhere on the aircraft.

All three girls were injured by the explosion, as were Walter, his wife Effie and son Walter, Jr. Seven nearby buildings were damaged. The United States Air Force (USAF) was sued by the family of the victims, who received US$54,000, equivalent to $478,526 in 2019.

The incident made domestic and international headlines.

Wikipedia


And if this had actually detonated I would not have even been a thought in either of my parents minds. They were both approximately ten years old at the time.

Thatโ€™s not the only Broken Arrow story from the southeast. Check them out.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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Pure Friendship

Geisel is the old man of the house but has been friends with Sam since we brought him home. He doesnโ€™t like people getting in his face but will bump noses with Sam. He actually loves the boy.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

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