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April 7, 2017

The lamentable fate of Antorious Glone.

Filed under: Ideas, Stories, Things I like — Scottie @ 10:48

I am fortunate to have found the home of these wonderful tales.  I enjoy the characters and the style.  The people seem alive and the situations in the town seems real, with delicious twists.   Please dive in, enjoy, and should you wish to read more, Tallis does indeed have a blog which may be found at https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/   .   Hugs

  

lamentable fate of Antorious Glone

The lamentable fate of Antorious Glone.

Some people are not the authors of their own misfortune, no matter what

gossips might infer. For a sad example of how one can fall, in spite of

their best efforts, I am indebted to Susan who reminded me of the poignant

tale of Antorious Glone.

Born of a good family, he received a reasonable education. Indeed in his

late teens he could have had his pick of any number of usurer’s offices; or

he would have been welcomed as a well bred asset in any lawyer’s

partnership.

Unfortunately he was an inherently decent person, and felt that this wasn’t

the life for him. His real craving was to be an actor. Obviously his family

put their foot down. Glones might marry chorus girls but they didn’t tread

the boards themselves. Not only that but his grandmother (who had been a

chorus girl,) was perceptive enough to realise that Antorious was not cut

out for the theatrical life. He rarely harboured a grudge and drank far too

little.

He might possibly have assuaged his urge to act with amateur dramatics. Here

again he was disqualified, predominantly by the fact that he was unmarried.

Apparently the majority of Port Naain’s amateur dramatic groups exist mainly

to provide their members opportunities for adultery. Who would have thought

it? It was therefore with a sinking heart that he contemplated his future.

It was purely by chance that he hit upon a possible profession. A young lady

of his acquaintance, having no beau of her own, and yet needing some male

companion to flaunt to an assembly of her peers, asked Antorious if he would

mind stepping up to the mark and assisting her in this matter. It was during

the evening that the answer came to him, and with the assistance of his

grateful female companion, he allowed word to spread that AG Associates

would provide a gentleman for escort purposes for an entirely reasonable

fee.

His business flourished. One elderly client would show him off as her

grandson, returned briefly to see her. Another lady needed a brother to

provide respectability and a chaperone when she attended the sick bed of her

lover. On one occasion he was paid to pester a young lady so that she could

beseech a specific young man to come to her aid.

With a wide variety of props, not merely clothes, but spectacles, false

moustaches and even temporarily applied sideburns of ridiculous bushiness,

Antorious could fill any role.

His business, already busy, really bloomed when they opened a trolley-way

extension. The trolley-way as such ran across Port Naain. A horse team would

pull a dray along a timber track, and such passengers as wished to travel

could do so in modest discomfort. Extending the trolley-way north took it

into countryside.

As usual there was the usual hysterical nonsense about advancing

technologies. Some wild-eyed loon from Klune appeared, ranting about boilers

and exploding steam. He was listened to with courtesy but managed to slip

away before he could be confined to the Lunatic Asylum. There was the usual

trickle of mages who promised to tow the trolley using captive demons or

golems. Bitter experience has taught the Council of Sinecurists that you can

take whatever sum these people quote, triple it, and that will probably

cover the damage they manage to inflict upon the city before you take the

project off them and just do it like we always do.

Still a longer journey and a more refined clientele demanded that

concessions be made to the comfort of the passengers. Thus the coach was

given a roof, seats and even windows that could be opened to allow both the

passage of air, and to allow those in need to expectorate through the gap.

The system worked well enough after a fashion, and in his various guises,

Antorious was a frequent traveller. Ladies wishing for an escort turned

immediately to him.

One client provided a new challenge. Apparently with the new mode of travel

came a new problem. Unaccompanied ladies were frequently engaged in

conversation by gentlemen. Now sometimes this was not a problem, if the

gentleman was courteous, interesting, good company and even prosperous, the

lady was willing to be distracted from her book. But not all men met these

high standards, and were generally considered a nuisance.

What made Antorious’s new commission such a challenge was the young lady in

question had travelled on the trolley-way a number of times, entirely

unaccompanied, and had not yet been approached in this manner. Indeed her

peers had noted this and had made cutting comments, insinuating that she was

so unattractive that nobody could be bothered making advances to her. So

Antorious was hired to make a nuisance of himself.

He set to work with a will, and the young lady appeared quite gratified by

his efforts, keeping her face grim and holding herself as the very model of

maidenly decorum.

Unfortunately among the other passengers on the train were a group of young

women (some might have called them girls) who watched Antorious’s

performance with considerable distaste. Then one of them, the younger sister

of a lady with whom Antorious was ‘walking out’ recognised him. Angry at

what she saw as his betrayal she led her comrades in the assault, as a

result of which Antorious, battered and bruised, was ejected via the window.

This, and the various ramifications and repercussions, broke him. He fled

south, joined the following of one of the local warlords and died in the

storming of Broken Keep.

His sole memorial is a small plaque on the trolley, which says simply,

‘Gentlemen are advised not to travel unaccompanied.’

*****

Should you wish to read more, Tallis does indeed have a blog which may be

found at

https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/

Also a collection of his various tales is even available for the discerning

to purchase in an ebook. It is available at

https://www.amazon.com/Tallis-Steelyard-shower-other-stories-ebook/dp/B01MRQFSGF/

March 12, 2017

The way we treat others matters

Filed under: Ideas, Reason, Stories, Thanks, Things I like — Tags: , — Scottie @ 20:54

I had someone who I really care about send me the following story.   When I read it I had tears in my eyes.   I know for a fact that the way you are treated during the day can change your mood and how you react and deal with others.  This has happened to me some years ago while dealing with the public.  I would start in a good mood, and then encounter someone who was angry or disagreeable.   Then my own mood would sour.  Often if I was in a sour mood I would encounter someone happy and upbeat and I would catch the mood and adopt it also.   Now I try to be the upbeat happy person.  I want to be the one who helps other people have a good day.   I never want to be a stumbling block that prevents anyone having a good day.  I never want to cause anyone to have a bad mood.   I never want to hurt anyone.   I have codes I live my life by, we all do.  I have no desire to ruin someone’s day, so I try to never take my pain or problems out on someone else, I try to always be positive with others, I try to help any I meet that needs assistance if I can.  I treat others with respect.   Please keep this in mind when you read the following story.   Think of the people in your life when you read it.  Be well.  Hugs 

The Story of Kyle

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

June 29, 2016

OK, who let their boyfriend out after feeding time ???

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July 15, 2015

Summer Camp for free Kids | milkboys

Filed under: Children, Gender, Health, Ideas, Stories, style, Things I like — Scottie @ 12:16

Summer Camp for free Kids | milkboys.

This is wonderful.  After my last post of such hate and violence faced by two brave boys in Russia, this was such a breath of fresh air.  Tell me what world you prefer to live in.   I know I prefer this one and will work to make it so, open, enlightening, moving and uplifting.  Let love flow, let people be what ever they are , accept and rejoice in our differences.  Let us try to remove hate from our words, our lives, our people, our souls.  Hugs

April 25, 2015

Firebelly: A Children’s Tale

Filed under: Children, Funny Stuff, Ideas, Stories — Scottie @ 10:15

Firebelly: A Children’s Tale.

a great read and a fun time.   It is a great break from all the harsh political and nasty economic stuff I normally post.   Hugs

April 4, 2015

This is Shirley. On March 7th,…Shirley’s wheelchair ramp repair

Filed under: Ideas, Love, News, Stories, Thanks — Scottie @ 15:33

thelastinquisitor: This is Shirley. On March 7th,….

thelastinquisitor:This is Shirley.On March 7th, 2015, at around 2:15 am, a car went speeding down 4th street in North Minneapolis and wound up hitting her house.  Not before hitting another car, and plowing through her wheelchair ramp.  It managed to crack her foundation as well, so there is now a huge dent in the corner of her house with a bunch of cracks, and light can get into the basement from it.Information from Minneapolis Police Department facebook page Here’s some images of how it looks now:This is how the foundation was damaged.  The car went over the curb, sidewalk, and her flower beds and rammed into her house leaving that dent even through the wheelchair ramp. This is the amount of the ramp that is missing.  As you can see, she cannot get out of her house through her front door anymore.  Her garage is electric, and last summer she lost power and was able to get out through her front door when it happened.  If she were to lose power now, she would not be able to leave her house.  This is extremely important to fix.I’ve set up a gofundme page for her, as she’s not really big into the internet.  All the money will be going directly to her.  I’m not touching any of it (she’s set up as the beneficiary, so she’s the only one who can withdraw it.  I’m just managing the gofundme for her).I would greatly appreciate anybody who can donate or signal boost this/spread it around wherever to help her out.  http://www.gofundme.com/pd30iw

October 20, 2014

inspirational short stories. Grand ways to look at life. Hugs

Filed under: Ideas, Questions, Stories — Scottie @ 12:40

I have heard some of these before, but never so well presented and so many in one complete spot.  They are a joy to read, more important, they are a great salve to spread on my soul.   I hope I can remember the lessons taught in the stories.   It will make for a better life, and the right wolf would win.   Hugs

http://glennandrews0992.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/short-inspirational-stories-to-feed-your-soul-2/

http://glennandrews0992.wordpress.com/2014/09/25/feed-your-soul-part-2/

Philosophy: Like a BOSS!

Filed under: Ideas, Questions, Stories — Scottie @ 12:22

Philosophy: Like a BOSS!.

I hope some day I can be so centered in the positive of life that I can do this all the time with out even thinking I need to.   Hugs

God, Please turn me into a TV

Filed under: Ideas, Questions, Stories — Scottie @ 12:18

God, Please turn me into a TV.

For people with children or even lovers who feel they are not getting your attention.   There are people in our life who need our attention as much as we pay to the computers, tablets and phones, along with the TV.   I know I would be devastated if Ron paid more attention to the devices in our home than to me, and when he is in the room with me I often make sure he knows I am interested in him and that he can interrupt anything I am doing.  It is important that the people in our life know how important to us they are.   Hugs 

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