Warning, these photos are very violent. Keep the kids away.

NASA’s Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer (WISE) took photos of a star being devoured by a giant Black Hole that is between two colliding galaxies. This is 150 million light years away, so we may be safe, but don’t count on it.

Talk about a bellyache! Do Black Holes go, Burp?

I have to do a Black Hole story!

Flag Day was June 14th & I had a brain-spasm.

Who sewed the first flag? Rebecca Young, a Pennsylvania flag maker, is one claimant. Betsy Ross is another candidate, but she was also a Pennsylvania upholsterer. Francis Hopkinson, a New Jersey signer of the Declaration of Independence, claims to have designed the first Stars & Stripes. Who knows?

You’re a grand old flag

George M. Cohan

You’re a high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave
You’re the emblem of
The land I love
The home of the free and the brave
Ev’ry heart beats true
Under red, white and blue
Where there’s never a boast or brag
But should old acquaintance be forgot

American flag flying in the wind


I remember the Old McKenna Distillery closing in 1974. (I was pretty much a baby) It was located in Fairfield, Nelson County, Kentucky. It was sad to see the town die: within weeks, the poolhall, bar, & other businesses closed.

The older people told me Fairfield once was a stagecoach stop with a hotel, opera house, bank, and so on. Now it is a sleepy village, not sure it still has a post office or businesses.


Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom will be released in June. I am excited. (I will grow up later) I would be even more excited if the 2-legged dinosaurs had feathers. (not sure about the 4-legged versions)

This winter I subbed in a kindergarten class. For indoor recess, the girls dressed in princess gowns—boring. The boys played with dinosaur toys—yes!

I just have to write about dinosaurs! Novels, picture books, poems, and so on.

Adulthood will just have to wait a little longer.


Organic molecules were found on Mars! Methane gas was discovered by Curiosity Rover. It also drilled ancient rocks & found thiophenes, benzene, toluene, and small carbon chains, such as propane or butane. This is not proof of life, but it suggests the possibility of life now & or long ago.

(okay, my warning was premature, but better safe than sorry)

I have written about Mars, and I just mat do it again!

Around 1916, my great-uncle Walter Short (according to my dad) was in Burkesville Kentucky standing on a street corner holding a brown paper grocery bag. A sheriff’s deputy came by and asked Walter to procure some moonshine—he wanted to trap/arrest Walter for selling moonshine. He gave Walter some money.

Walter said, “Hold this bag. I’ll be right back.”

The deputy took the bag as Walter vanished with the cash. The sheriff came by and the deputy told him what was going on.

“Fool, look in the bag,” said the sheriff. Walter’s bag held a bottle of moonshine, but Walter was long gone. Walter was never arrested.

National Moonshine Day, Part Two

Around 1916, my great-uncle Walter Short was crossing the Cumberland River in a rowboat loaded with moonshine. He was going to sell his moonshine in Burkesville, Kentucky. Some sheriff’s deputies were hiding on a wharfed steamboat so they could arrest him.

My grandma, Ova Short (she later married my grandpa, Lawrence Suddeth), ran onto the wharf and waved her arms. “Go back, Walter!” she screamed.

Walter turned around and took his moonshine elsewhere. They never caught him.

Take your choice, but it is now 80 years old. Without rings, they were once called doughboys, but their origins are lost in history’s murky depths.

The story I heard is that doughboys were ship’s specialties. Ship’s cooks made them into rings to make them float in the grease. I do know that towboat cooks on the rivers still handmake them.

Another story is that Joe LeBeau came from New Orleans. He lived in Louisville, Kentucky but was a towboat cook. He retired to Paducah, Kentucky and started a doughnut shop during the depression. Hard times led him to sell his secret recipe to Krispy Kreme. The rest is—burp—history.