Jay Michael Jones
I am a writer and an avid fan of goats. The two are not mutually exclusive.
There are different reasons for our recollections No one knew how tough the world was going to be Nor appreciate our youth until all was spent
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 9 Part 2
The Thuringi always enjoyed the radio and got a better grasp of English from it. They listened to the music curiously. Thuringi music was comparable to Earthian folk music, largely acoustic and told stories through its lyrics. The first time Carrol heard ‘Sh-Boom’, she could not figure out what it meant. “La-da-da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da-da’ meant nothing to them, to say nothing of the mystery of what or who Sh-Boom was. The instrumentals were well liked; ‘A Summer Place’ reminded Glendon of a winding drive in his speeder back on Thuringa, and the smooth sound of the violins were as pleasing as the sholti players that entertained during Festival at Arne.
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The ground was green with grass and flowers were coming out all around the edges of the house. Stuart went to Washington before dawn, to a meeting Michael arranged with a congressman. Glendon was at the Gentry’s store and Darien visited the Martins. Brent was searching the Pacific Ocean for uninhabited islands.
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They checked on the Martins every day by phone or in person. Speculation grew concerning Katie Martin and Glendon, chiefly because Glendon was the best known of the Thuringi in town and he was an obvious choice for romantic daydreams. Katie was quizzed every time she arrived at work in the beauty shop about her activities while Lloyd was away in the oil field. At first, she did not know where it was all leading. Once she found out, she was quick to tell the gossipers Lloyd had asked the Thuringi to help her and Monica out in his absence, and they did that and nothing more.
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The Thuringi scouts grew accustomed to their new outpost planet by painfully slow increments. They were used to the Stellar Council worlds, where the populations were much smaller, the races more definable and the languages easily translated through the Sengan-designed Universal Translator. Earth’s population was greater than all the worlds of the Stellar Council combined, plus the estimated numbers of the Shargassi Empire. Instead of one or perhaps two gods per world (except for the Borelliat who boasted three gods) Earth had multiple religions, multiple political systems, multiple countries, multiple races and multiple civilizations. It was hard enough for the Thuringi to keep abreast of American differences, much less try to incorporate the rest of the hemisphere or the other continents of the world.
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The next time the Gentrys saw any of the Phillipis, it was Carrol astride Bishop, the bay mare Michael brought out to them. No longer needed for the plow, the horse was petted and pampered by the Thuringi princess. She fashioned a saddle from thick blankets and some flat braided smooth rope that doubled as a cinch from other strips of cloth. Another flat rope was attached to the saddle/cinch combination and its two ends were looped to form stirrups.
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Brent decided to take the Isador to the Pacific Ocean one fresh Monday after a weekend of rest at the ranch, and he set off for the Strait of Magellan right away. On the map the trip looked interesting but not all that remarkable, but in reality, it took much longer so he sped his ship up a little. The sea was rougher than he realized. He went further south toward where the map showed only a space of white. Brent thought perhaps the mapmakers arbitrarily picked the color for that country the way they chose the colors for other countries.
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Brent’s initial excitement at exploring the Earthian oceans was tempered by his first good look at a Portuguese man-o-war and noticed the number of fish entangled in its extensions. He recognized a predator when he saw one and as the Isador moved along in the water, he realized how fortunate he had been up until now. Sharks and barracuda and sea snakes were beautiful creatures, but he was completely ignorant about them. They were as bad as parmenters and scorrups of Thuringa. He told himself to be more cautious when exploring outside the Isador. He was the only Aquatic scout, and it would be quite easy to be killed on this alien world. His airbreathing kinsmen might never know what happened.