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Happy Birthday, Dad!

Okay, I lied.

It seems like I do have something important to say today.

I’m just stopping by for a quick shout out to my dad, my namesake and the big dude who taught me everything he knows — but not everything I know — about how to be a dad. Sometimes he did it by setting an example, and sometimes he did it by showing me what not to do.

Either way, I learned more from that man than I could have from a library full of books.

He taught me that if it was important to his son that he coach in sports, then he took the time off his job to be there for his son and coach whatever sport was in season. Dad coached me in tackle football, baseball, basketball, just about everything I ever wanted to play. When I made the school track team in shot put and discus and the mile relay, it was my dad who took me aside and showed me how to do it all.

He taught me that you didn’t have to go along with the herd, even if you wanted to achieve the same goal as it did. He’s a doctor, but he didn’t undergraduate major in anything science-y. He majored in English because he enjoyed it.

He’s also the man who showed me the value and the warmth of a real Hawaiian shirt with the wooden buttons. My wife, known to me as She Who Must Not Be Allowed Near My Closet With Anything Remotely Sharp, might not like them, but I love my Hawaiian shirt collection.

He’s also the man who brought home the first science fiction/fantasy book I remember reading. It was the middle book in a trilogy, but I was hooked for life. He set me on a path toward some exceedingly strange places, that I’m so very glad I found. He nurtured my love of reading and words and creating with them and I can’t thank him enough.

He’s also the man who helped shape my sense of humor. So, yeah, he’s the one you can blame.

Thanks, Dad, for being such a great mentor, teacher, coach and cheerleader all rolled up into one dad-sized package that kept pushing, prodding and questioning, all the while letting me know I was loved no matter what I did, as long as what I did made me happy.

Happy birthday!

Before I go, though, answer me one question: Who’s on first.

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Wednesday’s Seagulls

by Richard

Okay, here’s a question you don’t hear much of in everyday conversation: What’s better: starvation or being chased by a zombie?

You know, looking back at that sentence, I begin to get an inkling of why it’s not such a popular question.

It is, however, at the crux of a great new story by Michael W. Lucas. It’s called Wednesday’s Seagulls and it’s available at a great genre short-story site called short-story.me. It’s got some good horror, science fiction, fantasy and crime stories available all for the price of a click.

In Wednesday’s Seagulls, our unnamed narrator has crash landed on a (mostly) deserted island in the Pacific Ocean. His/her plane, or what’s left of it, is stuck on a rocky spit separated from the small main island by a narrow band of ocean. Which, it turns out, is a good thing, considering the main island’s inhabitant: a seemingly indestructible brain eater the narrator calls Wednesday.

Two times each day at low tide, Wednesday shuffles forward to try and partake in a little light snacking on the narrator’s gray matter. Needless to say, this does not lead to good sleeping. Nor is it conducive to rational thought, as we learn fairly quickly in this tense, involving story.

I’d tell you dudes more, but I don’t want to spoil it for you.

Do yourselves a favor and go check this one out. You won’t regret it.

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