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Liberty I came across an item I purchased at a fair about twenty years ago. It was a Nov 1937 issue of Startling Stories, the cover story seems topical. Nearly 85 years ago it sold for 15 cents. Expensive for that early post depression era. The volume is mostly print with few a few ink illustrations. As always ….

Good morning Will, Liberty, Long Beach. The ailanthus, tree of heaven grew like a weed. You found it growing out of sewer grates, subway air shafts, your roof. As a kid in the early 50’s because of the pungent odor, when you broke a branch, we called it the Brooklyn stink tree. Even though the ailanthus seemed to rarely reach hard wide trunk adulthood it never seemed to lose its ability to multiply. My young opinion of it changed when I watched the movie ‘A Tree Grows In Brooklyn’ I never thought of it as a stink tree after that. Battered, bruised, cut, maligned and it still continued to struggle to grow. As always ……

That means my honesty quotient is soaring.stay well, Irish. As always ….

Your an honest man. I did also for the spelling. As always ……

Good afternoon, Julian, Irish. One of the personal benefits of being a septuagenarian is that when you get horizontal what blood supply you have left, can only do so much to keep you body temp. comfortable. That might change if I ever become social again. The horizontal part will remain though. As always …

Good morning Tip and thank you, in print, for a fine thought provoking post. I believe/wish we, being wrapped in self thought Godhood, could arrive at the sensible solution of screaming “Do Over” while pressing the cosmic re-start button. In lieu of that we are left with the very shot tale. ‘Once upon a time, we lived happily ever after’. As always …..

Good evening RE. Autumn is probably hanging out in the same place you can find spring when we’ve all had enough of winter. As always ….

Good morning Will. I would caution such a move as the main attraction often does not end well. Many of us, on occasion, use four letter words to express ourselves …. Love. Hate. @##@. &$#%, amongst others that we hold onto and then let go. I’m no stranger to them. I have been looked at by fate and kindly left the one four letter word that will always stay with me. Hope. This forum is one, an example of a kindness given to me. No matter how dire the future, in probability, as shown by our fine board members, I will not wish cast, however I will never stop hope casting. And before I get five posted for the good of all, I will leave you with this thought. ‘Even from dust humanity can rise’. As always …..

Good evening Will. I believe that your wielding the power of creativity. Besides the juxtaposition of your Lantern fly post with forky’s frigid one makes removal impossible. As always ….

Even though it’s years past I offer my deepest sympathy. A good person whose dreams stayed with, comforted and left with him, as he passed. What you said to your father was right and true and if you look carefully again, you, as he did, will see them also. As always ….

The only representation of northern lights, as seen from the roof of my Bk, NYC row house, is known as the skyline. As always …..

I have a several golden age anthologies in my kindle library. I was attracted to the genre, when, as a teenager looking through the houses decorative bookshelf, I found a hard copy of When World's Collide. It’s difficult to find that feeling of believability/richness in many of today’s efforts. Childhoods End and Cities In Flight are also personal favorites.

And possibly the colonizing group will create the sentient machines that will initiate their destruction. Similar to the tbeme of the video game trilogy, ‘MassEffect’ . Perhaps you and Tip could Collaborate on a Past, Present and Future story continuance. As always …

Good morning Liberty. Excellent yet easy to read and identify with. A well written story whose age never deterred from its enjoyment. And without the mention/use of today’s technological marvels, the tale still felt current. Thinking of the three protagonists I find myself pondering the horsemen of the apocalypse., albeit one missing. My mind dwells on the mindless masses that work to destroy the ground through degenerated intermediaries in order to keep the few indolent happy. Perhaps trapped unknowing and destroying stone might be better than releasing them on the now verdant world, only then to turn it into our present. As I feel now if I ever envisioned a sequel to this fine work and just before the horsemen released the masses to work their destructive magic, I would have Gaia violently awaken the mountain and settle the issue once and for all. As always …..

Good morning. We sentients may have been able to recognize and appreciate natural beauty since becoming self aware. Even up to this time we have yet to create a match for this. I’ve been privileged to see these magnificent photos in the forums. I look at them and feel humbled and in awe. As always ….

In my NYC it’s parts would be fenced before the day was out. As always…..

A print of Starry Night hangs in my bedroom. How sadly true. As always ….

For a moment, Irish, I envisioned you as the narrator introducing a new Hallmark Special reflecting the state of today. You can cast BxE, Julian, and gravity creatively. As always ….

I would be privileged if I could meet Ms Furey. Not to discuss her work, which would be far beyond my capabilities but instead to hear her play the accordion. The article, which was written in a way to be grasped even on a base level, left me sad in a way. Must the innovators be treated poorly and be by passed until their wisdom is obvious? Liberty, I almost was derailed by the sock before shoe scenario. Using a pair of galoshes to get by that, I moved through the rest of the article becoming more enamored with Ms Furey. Yet still what remained with me was her instrument of choice. “Accordions are the octonions of the music world “ “tragically misunderstood”. As always ….

“Original thinking” got my attention, I’m reading it now. As always ….

Good morning Liberty, Definitely a worthwhile dream. I would love to live in a time when it isn’t in the ‘and they lived happily ever after’ realm. As always ….

Good evening Tip. I’ve read and re-read this also. I don't feel any better. It did jog a, long ago, young married memory. My wife was bemoaning our row house roach infestation. The neighborhood exterminator was on retainer and could have also delivered the daily paper. My lost love, seeking comfort from me, wailed how can we, the city/state/country get rid of these vermin pests? I replied “very simple” as she looked at me with hopeful eyes, I said …”declare them edible” I believe it was at that moment I joined their ranks. Ergo co2. As always ….

At least now I know where it comes from. The D & D brigade on the way home. I have found that even in the inner city you can enjoy leaf peeping within walking distance ( if your determined enough ) As always …..

Start and stop on the postage stamp. As always …..

Amen. I remember taking a trip to Meriden Connecticut about 30 years ago, on a rainy summer Friday. Left at 3:30pm on the Gowanus, arrived at the relatives 11:30 pm. Thank heaven for the NE thruway rest stops. It took almost 3 hours to get to the city limits. I was tempted to turn it into a horror short. As always ….