“Uh, Houston?” Baker asked, “Are you seeing this?” “Affirmative,” Houston came back. Baker was the Commander of Lunar Exploration One. His second in command, Wilson, was standing closer to the object inspecting it, and taking photographs. They were inside the dark half of the moon, the beams of their helmets the only illumination available and…

“You know I don’t like crowds,” Les complained to his supervisor. “Sorry, but you got the short straw, dude,” the other man said. Thousands of people gathered in Las Vegas for the tech show, and Les was one of them. He did his four hours at his companies booth, then retreated to the privacy of…

Lieutenant Edwige Barre found the wind from the mountainside much colder than she expected. It was nighttime, 19 January, and there was a blanket of snow covering the streets, and more was threatening. She had to hurry, as she didn’t have much time and didn’t want to get caught. Her all-black bodysuit and the shadows…

My Cousin Elmo says, “Where’s a rock when you need one? Oh, that’s right, God banned them when Cain slew Able.”

The craft glided gently to a stop exactly as programmed. Commander “Skeeter” Caster removed his helmet and smiled at the camera mounted over the control dash, happy that the first test of their hyper transonic-warp engine had worked. “Sagebrush One to Groom Lake, I’m outside of our solar system, and it took less than 78…

Buddy and I are jus’ now back from our daily hike. We would have been home sooner had I not had to search for, but never find, what I was expecting to see. For nearly a quarter-century, I have been going to the same place to sit and relax, meditate, pray and allow my imagination…

Dad, can we stop and see that ball of twine we heard about yesterday?” my son asked. “Sure,” I said as we approached Exit 13 that led to the town. Twine Town isn’t its real name. I don’t want to remember the name, let alone have a desire to say it aloud. We stopped there…

My Cousin Elmo says, “Ghislaine Maxwell and Jeffrey Epstein are a perfect couple because she can still finish his sentence.”

A friend called his wife to say that she saw a horse stuck in the feet-deep snow about a quarter of a mile above her running path. She saw it two days before but thought little of it as wild horses are constantly traversing the hillsides. “It looks like it’s trapped,” she said, “No trail…

The morning sun had been up about an hour when Arlo Mathers pulled up in his truck, got out, and stretched. Six Mile Canyon Road was quiet as he looked up towards the site and remains of Big Jim Davis’ 1870s silver forge. That’s what Arlo liked about the Comstock, not only Virginia City but…