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THC Turkey Drawing
Legendary but Misrepresented Bird Bench Presses 400 Pounds!

I’ve been working on getting lots of views for my posts on Texas Hill Country.com.  My latest gambit is outrageous titles.  I think the content of the post is interesting (thankfully, the preferred post is only 300-600 words) but would sound boring with the usual kind of title, like a newspaper would use, for example.  Click on the link and see what you think.

River Dog and a River With Too Many Ells

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Via TexasHillCountry.Com  http://texashillcountry.com/river-dog/

 

Shameless Self Promotion

Recently I’ve been writing blog posts for Texas Hill Country.   I will eventually get paid!  While a little cash is nice, my goal is publicity – shameless self promotion – to sell books through Amazon, Kindle, and Nook.  I sell some books at the Artisans gallery during First Friday Art Walk (they keep a supply of printed copies), but that’s the hard way to get readers.  However, I love hanging out with the artists while waiting for a prospect to walk by.

The content on my blog posts is original and the photos are mine; nothing is reposted or gleaned from another source.  I am looking for ideas for stories  – if you have any, send them my way.  I am collaborating with some of my writing friends on some of these posts – you might notice a style shift in the middle of an article – which is fun, too.  At some point they will be credited, when we figure out what we’re doing, and when it looks to be worth our time.  Future story ideas include the amazing Pioneer Memorial Library and Gillespie County brothels (in this case, the knowledge of brothels is gleaned from a friend, not personal experience!).  If you have a story idea, send it my way.

I posted a video on Facebook during the flooding last week; the video was picked up by my editor at Texas Hill Country and reposted on their page, and has over 72,000 views. Converting views to book sales?  That’s harder than writing the book in the first place.  One way to help the author of a book you liked is to write a review on Amazon – if that’s you, click on the Amazon link above and write a sentence or two.

Patmos

On one of our 2 week camping trips in Greece, about 1965, we were in the Peloponnese, the southern peninsula of Greece, all 7 of us in the red and white VW, with a car-top carrier the whole length of the roof filled with sleeping bags and the tent and suitcases.  The food and stove and kitchen stuff was in the “way-back” over top of the engine.  This was before tourism was Greece’s #1 business, and most places we camped were just a beach or field or olive grove someone in the village pointed to and said it would be OK, or perhaps, olly kala.

This particular place was a natural harbor or cove or bay with a sandy beach running along one side and turning into rocks and steep cliffs on the other side of the cove.  There was no breakwater or pier that I remember, just the fishing boats pulled up onto the beach in front of the village.  We pitched our tent on the sand a couple of hundred yards away.  Behind the camp, perhaps a couple of hundred feet up the slope, was a low hill, also of sand, with the tall circular stone wall of a castle.  We went through an opening in the wall to the interior, where there was a keep, or stone tower, albeit with no roof or interior, just another tall stone wall.

We spent several days there, most of the time swimming and snorkeling in the cove and finding interesting metal things on the bottom and playing in the castle.  There was a restaurant on the beach in the village – a concrete slab with a canvas roof and no sides but light bulbs hanging on wires around the edge.  One end was the kitchen, and I’m sure everything was fried.  Most of our camping meals were fresh local bread and fruit, or something canned from the commissary, but occasionally we ate in a restaurant.   One day I walked to the restaurant with Dad and he ordered fish from a cabinet of fresh caught fish and we came back later, probably 5:30, well before their usual opening time, and had supper.

I’ve been looking for that place on Google Earth and in photos on the internet without success.  However, my older sister Adele says she has a postcard from there and can find it.  My brother David confirms my memories, but it doesn’t seem to exist.  The photo is from my recent visit to the island of Patmos.

What would be cool is if the village is still just like it was 50 years ago, with wooden fishing boats and nets drying on the beach and the little restaurant and a tiny village, and crystal clear water in the bay, and the sand, and the castle, and maybe even a canvas tent up the beach with a red and white VW parked beside it.

Weekend Edition – Of Writing and Riding, Stories and Horses

I don’t have a conscious memory of my first time on a pony, but I do have a photo. In the blue-tinted picture, I am three-and-a-half years old and sitting astride a shaggy, black steed named Cricke…

Source: Weekend Edition – Of Writing and Riding, Stories and Horses

The Dangers for Americans Visiting Turkey


I spent over a week in Turkey, during which time no Americans were killed or wounded in that country. During that same week 23 Americans were shot and wounded and one was killed by a gunshot- in the US, by other Americans.

See for yourself here.
While I was in Tukey I learned a lot about the history of civilization from 2,500 BCE to more recent times, 600 CE. I was constantly amazed at the efforts to understand the past, and the enormous sum of information about individual people from those distant times. For example, I’ve seen statue after statue of Caesar Augustus- naked. Now that is a legacy to leave behind!

PS: a naked Augustus shows him as God.


I also made some Turkish friends and was stunned by the lush and green landscape from plains to rolling hills and steep mountains.

 And the food is wonderful!

The danger is not in visiting; the true danger to Americans is in not visiting Turkey. It’s a really big world, and we are just a small part of it.

Peace, Love, and Facebook 

  We took a break at a gas station and several of us ordered orange and pomegranate juice. The teen aged girls juicing the fresh fruit were laughing and bright eyed and curious. John and Bud and I spoke no Turkish and they spoke no English, but we laughed with them. They wanted a picture with us, so I said I would put it on Facebook. One girl whipped out a smart phone and in no time had my phone on their wifi and we were Facebook friends. 
Their enthusiasm and friendliness was heart warming. Kids and smart phones- I have a feeling they are going to change their world. 

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