American Dynasty

     OK Troops, Today's post has TWO upcoming events requiring your attention and attendance. While not an order, I'm saying these invitations carry a strong expectation that you'll attend. Get out your calendar and put both down as absolutely necessary.  If you don't show up you'll be blackballed  in proper Society, rejected to live a life of fast food, Netflix, and uncouth friends who fart out bad puns as intelligent conversation in mosquito infested backyard barbecues.  So There. Mr. Williamson The Space Center Diaspora to Gather for Old Times Sake and Celebrate the Past and Present at Honors Night at the Christa McAuliffe Space Education Center.  Please Come. Without YOU it Won't be Any Fun.  Mrs Houston Will Be there Looking for YOU. How long has it been since you've visited with Mrs. Houston, Space Center Teacher and Matron? Time to Make up for Lost Time. (Those not attending will be promptly removed from her Christmas Lis...

The Lonely Job of the Voyager Ship's Doctor on the Overnight Camps Trent Blackman. June 2007 Space Center Journal. Fortuna On the Hunt and the Space Center the Target.  Tragedy Strikes Multiple Times in One Week. March 31, 2002 People Mention:  Jennifer Remy, Charlie Heaton, Mr. Daymont, Bradyn Bodily. It was a dark and stormy week. Fortuna, the Goddess of Fortune , hid  her head. A gray, pale gloom lingered in the air. I caught a wisp of  it on Monday as I unlocked the door and stepped into the Briefing Room  at 8:00 A.M.  "Did something die in here?" I wondered as I glanced around in the  corners thinking to see a mouse, poisoned by one of my traps. Nothing.  What was that faint order? Then I remembered. I hadn't smelled that  since for months but memory reminded me of what came to pass the last  time. If I were a ship's captain I would shout, "Batten down the  Hatches! Trim the Sails!" Something Wicked this way  co...