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Itโ€™s Monday.

Or will be for another couple of hours.

The daughter got straight Aโ€™s on her report card. Thatโ€™s the good.

She also needed to go to the doctor today so the wife took her to our family pediatrician who will see our children well into their teen years.

The doc ainโ€™t about making extra money due to the discomfort of children. He truly cares for them. They arenโ€™t just a sickness making their way through his office.

Translate this as no Covid test without reason.

She has a double ear infection. Thatโ€™s the bad.

Meds prescribed. Problem will be taken care of. All sorted.

And me? I went to work. I worked. And for my trouble I broke my glasses.

My troubles are minuscule compared to what some of my friends are going through.

One dealing with a major illness.

One dealing with Covid.

Others dealing with deaths in the family.

No. I have no problems compared to them.

So Iโ€™m not complaining. Iโ€™m praying for them.


I received a thing in the mail today. A morale patch for my everyday bag.

People on both sides might assign me this title after something I posted today. I donโ€™t care. I canโ€™t.

These are rough times politically in the United States. Everyone wants power. The people seem to have none. Iโ€™m worried. But life does have to go on. So Iโ€™m doing my thing. Making the best of it.

And watching.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


Road Time

I spent absolutely too much time on the road today.

I passed through Gibson, NC. It has a population even smaller than my town.

It also has some interesting old buildings. I took down some information and I think Iโ€™ll do a bit of research about the town.

I hate seeing once thriving places die.


#Knife or One Manโ€™s Junk

I love knives. Period.

I love knives like some guys love guns. Or cars.

Iโ€™ll go into junk shops and look for something special and itโ€™s always there. A $5 dollar box of junk knives.

Knives that need to be fixed, sharpened, cleaned, rebuilt in one way or another. Or maybe thereโ€™s one in there that I can use to fix another knife from another junk box.

I just sharpened the blade on this one Iโ€™ve let sit up on a shelf for too long.

Itโ€™s a neat little knife to be so small. An obvious takeoff on a Swiss Army knife.

I donโ€™t know who made it. All I know from the blade is that itโ€™s of Chinese origin.

Itโ€™s a sturdy little knife. Good to just slip in my pocket for work. And it comes in handy.

Iโ€™ve certainly gotten my $5 out of it and will continue to do so.



Iโ€™ll get up and have my coffee, get ready, and head out.

Iโ€™m going to vote first, as is my right.

Then Iโ€™m going to travel freely between there and my place of business, as is my right.

Iโ€™ll be there for several hours, performing tasks in exchange for a wage I have agreed to, as is my right.

And my employer will let me, or not, as is their right.

Then Iโ€™ll come home and enjoy the fruits of my labor, as is my…well, I think youโ€™re beginning to get the point of this.

No matter what happens tomorrow we all need to be on the same page, chapter and verse about what we are as a country.

I know it isnโ€™t going to happen but I am hopeful that some of us can see eye to eye. There are those of us who donโ€™t wish to harm another living soul. To just live peacefully and enjoy what weโ€™ve worked for. Some of us will even help out folk from time to time if we feel itโ€™s necessary. And if itโ€™s welcome.

Be peaceful. Be kind. Be decent.


Knights To Nomads: Interlude

So weโ€™re at a stall in the story. Nothing going on at all out on site this week. I have reached out to the Kershaw County School District to try and find out if I should get a picture of what itโ€™s going to look like, or a peek at the plans. So today I strung together some of the old footage and included a short flyby of where were at today. Enjoy.

A lot of wind today and I think I have a warped propeller on the drone so that needs looking into.


Lฬถaฬถzฬถyฬถ ฬถPฬถoฬถsฬถtฬถ Cades Cove, TN

Tired. Feeling lazy. Nothing to write about.

Hereโ€™s a pic from Cades Cove in the mountains of Tennessee.

Cades Cove is a very interesting place. The wife and I are always drawn back there.

From the National Parks website:

Cades Cove is a broad, verdant valley surrounded by mountains and is one of the most popular destinations in the Great Smokies. It offers some of the best opportunities for wildlife viewing in the park. Large numbers of white-tailed deer are frequently seen, and sightings of black bear, coyote, ground hog, turkey, raccoon, skunk, and other animals are also possible.

The valley has a rich history. For hundreds of years Cherokee Indians hunted in Cades Cove but archeologists have found no evidence of major settlements. The first Europeans settled in the cove sometime between 1818 and 1821. By 1830 the population of the area had already swelled to 271. Cades Cove offers the widest variety of historic buildings of any area in the national park. Scattered along the loop road are three churches, a working grist mill, barns, log houses, and many other faithfully restored eighteenth and nineteenth century structures. Pick up the self-guiding tour booklet available at the entrance to the loop road for information about the buildings you’ll see in the cove and the people who lived here.

Well, I done messed up and made more of a post than I meant to.


Itโ€™s Friday

I donโ€™t have any musings or ramblings.

No diatribes about work or people I work around.

No complaints. No whines. No moans.

No. It has been a rough couple of weeks. I finished up about three oโ€™clock today.

Iโ€™m home. Iโ€™m off for the next two days.

I get to have what some of you call a โ€œweekendโ€œ.

Hereโ€™s a picture of a cat I met after work today.

He seems a nice fellow. No complaints. Nothing tying him down, except his next meal. It looks like the employees have been feeding him.

No name to speak of. So Iโ€™ll just call him Cat.

I think Iโ€™ll be more Cat like in my approach to things.

Take it as it comes.


The Third Eye Man

Iโ€™m going to add a bit from an old site of mine here and there (mostly because Iโ€™m lazy and donโ€™t have a lot to say today).

It has been a very decent day. Anyway, here ya go.


This is an interesting little piece of South Carolina campus folklore. Anyone have anything to add?

The Third Eye Man

The โ€œThird Eye Manโ€ was first spotted on November 12, 1949, on the campus of the University of South Carolina. According to school records, a strange man dressed in bright silver was sighted opening โ€œa manhole cover on the corner of Sumter and Green Streets, directly opposite of the historic Longstreet Theatre.โ€ At 10:43 p.m., two male students watched as this man entered the sewer portal, and diligently pulled the manhole cover into its proper position. One of the students, Christopher Nichols (class of 1953), wrote for the Gamecock and immediately spread the news of this โ€œSewer manโ€ โ€” as he was called in the article. After a few weeks, any interest in the โ€œsewer manโ€ died down.

Almost six months later, on April 7, 1950, this โ€œsewer manโ€ was spotted again. A university police officer on patrol came across two mutilated chickens behind Longstreet Theatre. Feathers and chicken parts were strewed all over the loading dock of Longstreet. Believing that this mess was left by fraternity students or some other pranksters, the officer walked back to his car to report the scene. After calling into the station, the officer returned to the loading dock only to discover a silver man huddled over the chicken pieces. Immediately, the officer turned his flashlight on this man who looked up at the cop. In the beam of the light, the officer could make out a very disturbing face, grotesque in color and shape, and in the middle of this manโ€™s forehead, a third eye! It wasnโ€™t a large eye, but nevertheless, there was a third eye starring back at the cop! The policeman retreated from the scene and called in back-ups. When other officers arrived on the scene, there was nothing left on the loading dock except a few scattered feathers and bones. Of course, the cop who witnessed this โ€œthird eye manโ€ was in hysterics, and was never able to convince the other officers of what he saw.

In the late 1960โ€ฒs, the โ€œcatacombsโ€ or underground tunnels at the University, were a favorite place for students. These tunnels connect most of the University. One night in early October, a group of fraternity guys decided to take three pledges down to the tunnels for a challenge. Entering the tunnels from the basement of Gambrell, the group of guys headed west towards the horseshoe. As they rounded the first corner, they were met by a โ€œcrippled looking man dressed all in silverโ€ (according to police reports). This bizarre looking man charged at the students with a lead pipe, and suddenly the frat boys realized that this was no prank. One of the pledges, Matthew Tabor, was knocked to the ground by the creature, and suffered โ€œminor cuts and minor shock.โ€ Two of the older boys immediately went to the police department, and that evening, the first โ€œthird eye man-huntโ€ took place. After hours of searching the tunnels, the police came up with nothing. However, they did take precautions by sealing off most of the entrances to the catacombs, and by declaring the tunnels off-limit to any person, student, or faculty member.

According to one of the maintenance men who still works at the University today, โ€œwe donโ€™t use the tunnels unless it is absolutely necessary.โ€ There have been several sightings in the late 80โ€ฒs and early 90โ€ฒs, though most were dismissed by the University Police force. Those who are adventurous enough to climb down into the tunnels risk being suspended from school. Students WILL find a way into the catacombs from time to time, but there is always the possibility that they will come face-to-face with the ominous third eye man.

Contributed by:
Marc Minsker
Department of English, Graduate Studies
University of South Carolina
November, 1998

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