Tangent

As Jackson recognized that one wolf he whispered "Rick," "Yeah" Rick answered. "I recognize this one." "You Sure?" "Yep." "Hold on a second, I am going to make a call." "Ok," Jackson replied. Jackson had so many questions flying through his head. The main one being how he knew it was Heart Lake, but then he remembered Raven, Quint, and George.  The had left to find their original pack not long ago, but then they returned because their pack had... Separated.  That does it . Jackson thought to himself. Rick was off of the phone after around a half hour and then said, "we are heading on a road trip.  I recommend you pack some clothes.  Who knows when we will be back.  Let's get Bramble and a couple of other wolves.  We are going to go on and scout out heart lake and see what is going on over there.  This will give us a better perspective into what is going on over there because a wolfs sense ...

Stunts and movies will always go together, and this can sometimes end up being a toxic relationship.  Over the past several years, I have noticed an increase of actor injuries, and I believe there is a solution to this problem not everyone will agree with.  Though I do like the realistic aspects of live stunts, special effects could limit the amount of injuries that could occur in the long run. The major thing that sparked interest for me is actors solely doing their own stunts, which is starting to become more popular especially in recent years.  When doing this, special effects get used a ton already, but there are other elements that come into play. This not only allows the actors to live in their character's shoes for the movie, but it also helps movie fans relate to the movie’s cast rather than the characters of the movie.  In real life, people who are average and below average do not have stuntmen to handle the major stunts they do. Likewise, actors do...

They stood there looking at each other in silence, Dumbfounded by what they had just seen.  Then they turned to Rick, the bottom side of their jaws on the floor.  Rick stood there for a second and made eye contact for a moment, and then took off, racing to his ATV, rifle slung over his shoulder.  Seeing his action, Jackson followed at a brisk pace.  Calling back to the three wolves that were just standing there, "We'll be back shortly... I think, but you all might want to go back to your camps."  The wolves followed his direction and parted ways. Jackson and Rick sped through the woods, the trees appearing as blurs, the leaves, branches barely visible.  Jackson had not moved this fast on an ATV since he arrived at Yellowstone.  It was exhilarating. They arrived back at the station, about five minutes after they had left.  Jackson's hair was a mess from the wind, and as he pulled up, he saw Rick jump off his ATV as it was moving.  He loo...

Previously in Pack Mentality The spiral that was fresh when Eagles' Flight, Jackson, and Rick were there was less defined, but still visible.  Bramble and Jackson moved toward it and looked at it for a second then Jackson traced while Bramble sniffed it and the two of them were drawn into a completely different area. The two of them were standing side by side and were watching a scene unfold in front of them.  It was dark outside in front of them.  They looked up to see what time it was and not a lot of moon was visible, but it was enough to reflect off of the ground.  The occasional raindrop fell on the two of them, and it eventually led to a downpour.  Just barely in the light, the two of them could make out the silhouette of a wolf.  He was looking at the moon, and then glanced over towards them. Bramble could just barely make out his reflection.  Then as quickly as the vision had begun, it ended. ______________________________________ ...

Up late tonight, as the move-in day at Warner just ended and orientation is just beginning.  The kids are up and been in school for almost a week now, all over the US. The thought comes into my head, twisted as it may be: I wonder how many shootings will occur.  Disturbed, I turn my back on that thought tonight.   Not This Year . Call me naive, or a careless optimist.  Keep dreaming they tell me.  In my head, not this year rings out, like a school bell. I refuse to swallow this thought.  Not this year.  Not this year.  Not this year. The process kicks on inside of my mind.  How can this happen?  First, the thought of teachers and peers being intentional in reaching out to those kids who are lonely, and in need of some love.  Instead of putting a fellow student down, the other students reaching out to them could make a difference.  Teachers, being approachable could also boost students confidence.    How?...

About an hour or so passed after dinner and everyone in the family was starting to get sleepy.  It was beginning to come apparent that everyone had had a long day.  Tristan and Samuel were both playing a game of lacrosse when the bombing started, so they used both exhausted a lot of energy if not all of it trying to run into the respective shelter to wait it out.  Devin was at home sick beating a little bug.  His nap during the day was interrupted by the air raid siren.  Riley was also at home.  She was the one that brought her little brother down to the basement.  Devin eventually went to bed at 8:30, while Tristan and Samuel were up longer just hanging out.  Eventually, Samuel headed into his room.  When he did, it was around 9:30.  Tonight the house had a bit of a chill since the roof over the parents, and part of Devin's room had been blown off.  Because of this, before everyone went to bed, I turned off the generator outside ...

Yesterday I heard some news that really shook me to my core.  Jimmy, one of my first friends that I talked to in college had committed suicide.  When I heard, I took a seat, Let out a sigh, and drank some Bourbon on his behalf. I cannot express what I am feeling right now.  It is somewhere between sad, angry, and concerned.  I am so happy that I had the opportunity to meet you.  You were the first coworker that I had clicked with when I started working.  The laughs that we had when it was you and me in the truck were unbelievable.  You almost made me wet myself one time.  I would like to share this memory and hope that everyone will see something other than a name on the obituary page. It had to have been at least a few years back.  It was the first summer where I was able to work for a company.  Let me set the scene.  I was 16 or 17, so the year was about  2012.  It was really hot outside as it often was during the su...