Old Fish becomes smelly...

Hi there all good citizens of my Edwafin Investment blog. It has been some time, I admit but, alas, the wheels of justice and the legalizers are very flat - great effort and much time is needed to get them rolling. I find these lawyers who are so furiously and slowly busy trying to get at the insurance money such curious creatures. It's as if one inadvertently strolled into a Hobbit tale. This (the rolling wheels thing) reminds me of a short memory from my youth.

My best school mate, Kallie's (so called because his turkey-pets would come running to him when he called them by shouting "koolie-koolie-koolie", - perhaps it was the promise of food, though) father was a real roughneck and owned a WW II Harley Davidson with side car - still in war colours. Of course nobody was allowed to touch his proud possession, especially the young ones.

Being young we were very much into motorcycles (we favoured the Yamaha), and since the Harley did not require a key - Hey Patrick you may find this interesting! during WW II, things didn't need to be locked down so much, as thievery wasn't so popular yet! - we would simply roll the beast from under its port, and drive around the suburb of Westdene, unlicensed and without a care in the world.

This happened a few times, until one evening after we had been joyriding, Kallie's father took out his the strap when he arrived home from work, and Kallie had to suffer some pain. We couldn't figure out how his dad had discovered our stapletonianism, and thus carried on with our, what we thought, deception. 

After suffering a few times from his father's fury, Kallie finally discovered what was happening: Pa would place a small, very small, pebble on the tracks of one of the machine's wheels. Every evening, he would walk over to his Harley and inspect the wheels, and thus could see if it had been moved or not.

Thereafter, Kallie never suffered a beating anymore because of the Harley - we always inspected the three wheels and replaced the little pebbles on our return from our travels. He did get one beating one day, though, while helping his father on a job. Dad, being a plumber, was working in the rafters of a house in progress, and shouted down to Kallie to throw him a spanner. In the process, his dentures came loose and tumbled from his mouth to the floor, landing right in front of Kallie's feet, Kallie had (and still does) a rather infectious giggle, which could also be infuriating if something unhappy happened to one. This time it infuriated dad ....

Two things today:

• It seems that the blog is worrying some folk, and this week we went fishing - so to speak. Having been born under the sign of Pisces, I tend to be familiar with many of the baits that anglers tend to use. So this is what I plan on doing and have begun working on already. DUPLICATION is really the meaning behind the new-world term of making back-ups. The scientists would call it redundancy.

• I have started a new blog called the Stapletonian and it can be found at stapletonian.chromatique.com (or else chromatique.com/stapletonian - both work equally well.) This new blog will not contain any other news but will essentially be a duplicate of this existing Blogger - blog (a Google product). Since it is a Wordpress product, I may be able to organize the material a bit better by using categories. It is in progress, so pleas be patient as I'm still learning. 

• The redundancy measure above will be further extended, to perhaps one or two additional sites, while I shall also appoint one or more persons as administrators of some sites, in case I can't manage it for some reason.

• Another, but longer, project is to collect all the material in this blog and collate it in a proper booklet in PDF format so that you can all have your own private copy of the results of my fleeting fingers. This will be freely available and there will be no copyright on it. Now, isn't that refreshing for a change.

•  I can't believe it myself, but for some reason the Hutchinsons do not appear on my side panel. You will note that I have fixed this shortcoming, and that the loving couple now appear below the big man himself. Of course, I had to blow-up the big man's picture a little to make it at least appear that he is the boss-man. It was not easy though, making a big man out of a weeny one is not menial in the least.

So I lied, that was more than two things - perhaps it's a counting problem, but then in the world of Stapletonia, you do as the Stapletonians do.