Notes - dead or alive / Pouch 10 (final)

         Mid-afternoon. You had a late lunch at Smashburgers and are now at Kroger’s on Tylersville and Cox. Earlier there were errands and before that you both had your exercises, you with the weights and Carol on the treadmill in the basement. The house was cleaned up in case Jim and Jeanne wanted to stop by but after a good dinner at the pub you all decided to go to Graeter’s for dessert, then they went on up to Springboro where they were staying for the funeral today. – Amorella

         1515 hours. We had a good time together and were talking about where our group of eight was going to travel to next. Craig and Alta were stopping at Atlanta for a couple of days after meeting Mary Kay, Eric and the boys in Orlando where they will discuss regions of interest. Jim and Jeanne enjoyed their sojourn to Spain in November. We always have a good time. And, we had a good time at lunch with Patti the day before, family time with Kim and Paul, then I dropped Carol at Mary Lou’s while I went to the sixties gathering. Bev Fowler sat on my left and Fritz on my right. Jean (Noble) was across the table among others – good fun conversation on present day and our shared past memories. I am so thankful Fritz talked me into going to the 50^th year high school reunion.

         1647 hours. We are sitting in the living room listening to Pandora (my Traveling Wilburys station). It is too dismal to sit in the car and read/write. I am beginning to like Pandora more and Thursday Paul used my iPhone to pick up Pandora on the car radio. It works but I don’t want to use much of his/her unlimited rate as Kim uses it for work also. I’m an interloper of sorts. I just finished the February Popular Science with arrived today and am about to read the February Automobile, which arrived yesterday.

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         Don’t forget to dig through those old spiral notebooks, by the way how many of those to you have in the basement? – Amorella

         I don’t know, a couple of boxes. I am uneasy digging in those notebooks. Fritz used to have copies. I always gave him copies for backup and because I felt better knowing he could read and glance through them at his leisure. He sent me notes a few times checking on where I was going, sometimes worried I was drifting out into an esoteric mental landscape; too close to leaving our fair sense of what shared reality actually is.

         Post. – Amorella

         1703 hours. I am an agnostic still, Amorella, and I am a transcendental existentialist (existential transcendentalist) too. I would never go so far to say G---D does not exist because I cannot ‘know’ that. I am open-minded. If someone (anyone) said sheorhe was visited by an Angel of G---D I would be the first to be highly skeptical and suggest that the experience was more likely to be do to faulty mental wiring. I would not necessarily deny the person’s sincerity and honesty. No one knows these things and to say a subjective experience has not a whit of truth to it one would have to put on a heavy coat of arrogance – as a human being among many other human beings, I don’t think we know very much. I am not so much interesting in knowing than in understanding.

         You needed to get that out ever since your last recent recall of the ‘dancing event with myself’. – Amorella

         I don’t always know what to say. I may know I need to say something but it is difficult coming up with the words and sentences to express it with a sense of honest passion underlying the thoughts.

         That’s why you would come up with the same dead or alive, at least as far as these books and blog go. Now, post. - Amorella

         [ I added the pertinent above remarks to the earlier post of 8 jan 14] 

         2232 hours. I have updated Pouch 10. It is not as good as I would like it, but I think it makes more sense than the earlier draft.

         Drop it in. You’ll have another look at it later. For the present it is better are more satisfactory than it was earlier. Look at it again tomorrow before you head to Kim and Paul’s. Post. – Amorella

         This drafting business will be never-ending.

         No, it won’t. Check over a few of those early 1987 and 1988 spiral notebooks tomorrow morning. Use some paperclips to mark pages I suggest. – Amorella

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Diplomatic Pouch 10 ©2014,rho,(final) GMG.One

            Friendly first speaks to Pyl, re-introducing Hartolite and then to Yermey, who the Earthlings have not met. Friendly then says, "We are not who we say we are. Please give us time to explain." Pause.  "Are you willing to give us the time?"

            Blake interrupts, "First we need to make sure the plane is safe to fly. We have a problem with vapor lock."

            With polite reserve Pyl added, "We need to get off this road."

            Justin opened with, "Where is your transportation? How did you know we would be here?"

            "Did you see us attempt a landing at the airport?" declared Blake with his eyes on the engine.

            "We are foreigners,” replied Yermey. "We do not have U.S. citizenship."

            "There is no need to check for vapor lock," said Hartolite. "We forced your plane down so we could talk on the ground."

            Blake turned, "Pardon. What?"

            "Are you terrorists?"

            “No, we are not,” commented Friendly emphatically.

            "What do you want with us?"

            "We wish to be friends," said Yermey.

            "Why did you say you forced us down?"

            "Because we did," stated Yermey with commitment.

            "How?" asked Pyl.

            Hartolite said, "We caused the vapor lock accidently."

            Yermey reasoned, "It is physics."

            Friendly added, "Ship caused your plane to slide at the runway,"

            "We did seem to slide," said Blake. "It felt like the wheels were on ice while we were in the air."

            Yermey, again in a reasonable tone, declared, "It is caused by blackenot. This is the reason no one saw you, why you couldn't contact by radio,”

            "What do you mean?" questioned Blake. "The engine restarted."

            "It was an unknown," commented Friendly.

             At the same time Blake said, "It stopped again."

            Yermey smiled politely and with less reserve said, "You were in no danger."

            Friendly slowed down the pace saying, "Your plane touched Ship. It was not a bird that cracked the wingtip light. Ship did. You touched Ship with blackenot on. You could not see us,” with a deliberate cadence.

            Hartolite also slowed her voice with, "We did not wish to show ourselves at that time."

            Justin asked, "Because you are not citizens?"

            "No. We are not from here.”

            Out of curiosity Pyl asked,  "You are aliens? What country are you from?"  

            In an attempt to focus the conversation Yermey declared, "We are cousins.” Yermey continued, “First, you are concerned about your plane. Get in and start the engine.”

            “May we help you check out the plane for take off?” asked Friendly.

            Yermey quietly commented, "I will see to your safety."

            "With what?"

            "Ship." Yermey point up.

            Pyl commented, "I don't really see anything up there but clouds."

            Blake was already in the plane. The engine started normally. He said, "Let’s go Justin. Your wife wants her seat.”

            "You are good to go," smiled Friendly.

            "I'll feel better once we are in the air. There is not a trace of problem with the engine." Everyone strapped in. Blake glanced about. No cars. No people. He rolled the plane down the township road, the rived the engine up with the flaps down. Slowly but surely speed picked up, then the plane lifted just before they saw the house on the right after the trees. Airborne. They heard the familiar clunk of the wheels drawn up into the fuselage. The plane flew perfectly normal. Blake banked the plane left and headed north to Lake Erie for a return to Burke Lakefront along the shoreline at two thousand feet.

All is well, thought Pyl in relief.

            Suddenly a dark cloud dropped over the Cessna and the Rolls-Royce turboprop engine stopped cold.  No one said anything as Blake worked the controls.

            At the same moment Friendly drew the plane to Ship’s annex, a recently modified, human friendly first floor basement.

            Pyl thought, we're dead. We are on the ground, dead.

            Blake and Pyl continued to the instruments as professional pilots.

            Justin grumbled, “I don’t think we are moving.”

            Outside Pyl’s door Friendly firmly stated, "You have landed safely. Open the door."

            Pyl stared at her incredulously. “What? Blake, we are on the ground.”

            "You are perfectly safe," assured Friendly with an ever-broadening smile, "Come ahead, climb out, all of you. The plane is on the ground. You are safe. We watched you come down.”

            “Let’s get out,” said Justin. “Come on, Pyl. Open the door.”

            “We’re on the ground somewhere,” declared Blake. I don’t know what happened but through the fog I can see we are on the ground. Let’s secure the plane and see where we are.”

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