BLOODY BLADES TOUR 2017

Greetings, to all my old and new friends. 2016 was a great year I made many new contacts and sold a lot of Crossbreed novels on my “Books and Blades” tour crisscrossing the South-West. In 2017 I added a new book to the list. Death and Domination is the first in a new series of Blood Moon Social Cub vampire/werewolf stories. 

I took some time off writing in vetersverse to get serious with Death and Domination and at last, it is now available on Amazon as E-Book or paperback.
I intend to resume working on this blog and relaunching it from a new website very soon.

Macayo and I have been very busy on the comic convention circuit promoting the new book. 

The 2017 “Bloody Blades” Tour will be bigger than previous years. The following is my show schedule. I sincerely hope to see you at one or more of these events. Thank you for all your support and encouragement I could not do this without you. 

                                                       

                                                  Mac loves the Harp Twins

As usual, I will be in garb as the infamous Pirate, Captian Karv and his notorious truck driving parrot, Macayo the Magnificent. Again this year the Captian a dealer in sharp and shiny blades, will also have a treasure trove of other loot from his secret vault.

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      EVENT: ElPaso Comic Con / DATE: 4/21,22,23,/2017, HOSTED BY: Zia Comics, Las Cruces, NM. LOCATION: El Paso Convention Center, 1 Civic Center Plaza, El Paso Texas, 79901                           

Special thanks to my artist friend Kevin Baker great cover.

2.      EVENT: Tularosa Art and Music Festival / DATE: 5/ 6^th & 7^th/ 2017, HOSTED BY: Tularosa Art & History Council & Karl Clay Vetter Studios.  LOCATION: Granado St. Tularosa, NM.

3.      EVENT: Blood Moon Social Club Rendezvous / DATE: 6/23^rd  /2017 HOSTED BY: Millennium Fandom  LOCATION: 900 Las Vegas Blvd, S# 140,  Las Vegas, NV.

4.      EVENT: Amazing Las Vegas Comic Con / DATE: 6/ 23^rd, 24^th, 25^th, 2017 HOSTED BY: Amazing Comic Cons. LOCATION: Las Vegas Convention Center, Paradise Rd. L V, NV.

5.      EVENT: Galacticon & UFO Festival / DATE: 6/ 29^th, 30^th and 7/ 1^st  / 2017,

LOCATION: Roswell Mall, 4501 N. Main, Roswell, NM,

6.      EVENT: Gathering of the clans.  / DATE: 7/ 19^th, 20^th, 21^st, 22^nd, / 2017, HOSTED BY: Amtguard, LOCATION: Sacramento Mountain Retreat, 3081 US 82,  Mayhill, NM. 88339

7.      EVENT: Las Cruces Comic Con / DATE: 8/25,26,27,/2017,  HOSTED BY: Zia Comics, Las Cruces, NM.  LOCATION: Las Cruces Convention Center, 680 E. University Av.  L C, NM.

8.      EVENT:  SEMOCon  / DATE: 9/ 15^TH & 16^TH / 2017, HOSTED BY: William Drake 

LOCATION:   Black River Coliseum, 301 S. 5^th St. Poplar Bluff, Missouri,

9.      EVENT: Farmington Gun show /  DATE: 9 / 30^th, / 10 / 1^st /2017, LOCATION: Farmington Community Civic Center, 2 Black Kight Dr. HOSTED BY: RK Shows.

COSPLAY NATION

  

Cosplay has been around in one form or another for a millennium. I won’t rehash the whole history but trust me people have been dressing up in costumes and prancing around masked balls for centuries. Not just the idle rich either. The Mexican Day of the Dead is a great example of a cosplay festival. Whether a religious celebration, Halloween or superhero convention it matters not. People love to transform into something else from time to time. It can be a spiritual expression, an escape from reality or an art form. For some it’s all three.

 

Actors who work in theater, television and movies call it a craft. They have elevated their performance to its highest levels. But it’s still cosplay.

 

Comic and Anime Cosplay in its popular form while similar to simple costume parties and contests should be separated into its own genera because there is a performance element. Not as complex as a theatrical play but more of a skit; reenacting a scene from a movie, video game or comic book. Most popular themes are super heroes, anime, Sci-Fi, horror and Video game characters. While really big at comic conventions cosplay events are popping up all over.  

 

True cosplay is also different from Live Action Roll Play LARPing. The latter involves becoming a character in a game system and emersion into the game’s world and interacting with other characters. A game master arbitrates the rules and game mechanics. In the nineties it was Vampire games, most recently dystopian zombie LARPS are all the rage.

 

Then there is the Creative Anachronism persona. Large groups of people who gather at festivals and fairs to reenact civil war battles, rendezvous as frontier mountain men or medieval knights. These societies pay particular attention to the accuracy and details of their costumes. Keeping within their persona’s time period is a key factor.

This obsession with perfecting costumes has given rise to a fascinating and rewarding industry within the cosplay world. Crafters have become merchants. And every con and festival has a vendor class of artist, molders and builders who hawk their wares for fun charity and profit.

A very popular crossover character architype is the Pirate. This character along with vampires and the western style gun fighter shows up in every form of cosplay. The Star Wars franchise is set in a galaxy far-far away and yet Han Solo is a classic old west gunfighter. The crew of Star Trek’s Enterprise encountered several types of space vampires.

 

The Pirate however shows up everywhere. Anime is crawling with Pirates, super hero comics and video games have many examples of piracy and then you get the inevitable hybrid Steampunk-Vampire-Pirate. Pirates are fun and represent the ultimate escape from our hum drum over regulated civilian life style. Rules routines responsibilities and regulations dominate our existence. What a life to be a roughish renegade off on a quest for treasure and adventure with only one rule? Take what you want and do as you damn well please. Aarrrggue!

What is so cool about cosplay is the community it has become. Creatures from every cosplay genera merge from one group to another. No matter what your particular style of costuming, modeling and prop building you will find acceptance. Becoming a cosplayer links you with a weird quirky family of geeks and nerds that will take you in as one of their own.

 

You are never alone. There is a costumed event happening near you someplace, sometime, every weekend of every month. We number in the millions and that is not just a community that is Cosplay Nation.

STEAM-BLAST FROM THE PAST

The Steampunk community is sweeping the country from East to West and all points around the globe. That is because steamers can time travel to alternative histories and walk through portals that open into secret realms hidden beyond the vail of reality.

Steampunk also has many sub genera like Dieselpunk, Darksteam, Weird West, Atomicpunk, Mad Scientist, Spypunk and Sky Pirate just a few to stimulate your imagination. For that is the biggest deal with Steampunk. There are thousands of clever and creative ways to take almost any subject and steam the hell out of it.

I’ve long been a fan of all things steam and the influence is evident in my Crossbreed series. A Sci-Fi action adventure with a Dieselpunk Weird West flavor. #CrossbreedsbyKCV

Steampunk evolved out of the sci-fi sub genera Cyberpunk and has been lurking around comic and game shops for decades. With the rising popularity of Cosplay at comic cons steamers are climbing to the top tier of cosplay and their costumes and props are winning prizes acclaim and new converts at a phenomenal rate.

Vampires, the Victorian age and Frankensteinian mad scientists blend perfectly to create a gas-lit world of bizarre gadgets and horror. This is the dark steamy world that gave us Bram Stoker, Mary Shelley, Harry Houdini and Edger Allen Poe.

In a modern world of solar panels, powerful computers, smart android phones and cars that will soon drive themselves why do so many people want to escape to a time when coal was king and a smart horse new the way home when his master was blitzed on Absinth?

The same question can be asked of 1950s Americans sailing along new super highways in big gas powered Jetstream cars. Yet millions wanted to be like the Lone Ranger, Daniel Boon and Roy Rogers.

We embrace the new and ultra-modern but cling to the past. We know where we’ve been and feel comfortable reminiscing, but the new and as yet unknown future can be frightening. We can revisit the past and rewrite it as alternative history. The future of present reality only guarantees one thing for sure. The inevitability of certain death. So by returning to the past we create the illusion that we are somehow further away from Dark Eternity.

There is more to it than just costumes and gear. The steampunk community is attracting writers, film makers and musicians.  Why not? Anytime a new art form stimulates the imagination to then exorcise creativity it’s a good thing. Steamers are not new to this as many have come from the renaissance fairs, Pirate Festivals and Star Trek fan clubs.

The fascinating thing with Steampunk is how like a mechanical virus it can infect a fantasy genera once thought to be incorruptible. All one need do is dig out your old super hero costume from the basement. With a few gears, a bit PVC, some junk hardware from your grand pa’s garage add a little spray paint and Holy Steampunk Batman neat-o Bat-goggles.

To prove my point, I being a grand-pa went into my garage and filled two boxes with junk and odds-n- ends of crap I was thinking of tossing out. I took it to Steamathon Las Vegas with my granddaughter 'Spiritualist Madam Geraldine' and made a bundle.

I’m going to fill more boxes and when next you lay eyes on a Dark Steam Vampirate have a look in my chests filled with priceless loot.

ARMLESS BANDITS

 

Like a scene out of a seventies Sci-Fi flick geo-domes and monolithic towers glow like a fusion powered city on some far flung world. No it’s just Vegas.

 Powered by dollars there are winners and losers 24/7. Still your odds of hitting a $1.00 slot progressive big one are much better than the $1.BILL. LOTTO.

 

Back in the early days of Vegas they called them one armed bandits. You had to pull the handle to start the wheels to rolling.

 Now days you touch the screen and you don’t even get to hear your coins fill the tray. It’s a paper voucher and a recording of money falling into an imaginary cup.

 

The secret to winning at slot machines is knowing when to quit.

If you drop $50.00 in a slot machine and suddenly hit a 250.00 jackpot. Quit!

 You are not going to win more if you keep going. You will put it all back in and a lot more.

 Vegas is a town built on numbers. Every game is calculated to win more for the house than you. Just look at all the pretty lights out on the strip designed to lure you in. Somebody has to pay that light bill and it won't be the house.

 

Another way to win is to keep tabs on how much you lose. If you put a twenty in and play for 30 minutes and the bartender comps your $6.00 drink. Then you quite with $15.00 in hand. You got a dollar off your drink. WINNER!

 If by some miracle you actually do win a big one. Just keep in mind that a thousand before you have lost it all. You are just one of the lucky few to catch a break.

 And let’s not forget the IRS. They will be looking for their half.

 

If you play a progressive machine and drop a $1,000.00 and hit a $1,000,000.00. Run! All the way back to wherever you came from. If you stop to put even $1.00 back in, you might end up hitching back home with a trucker. Unless you cashed in your equity in which case you have no home.

OUT OF CONTROL IN VEGAS

       WHEN THE STREET LOOKS LIKE THIS YOU'VE HAD ONE DRINK TOO MANY

I first met Carol 'Foster' Vetter in Southern California 1971. I was on a great adventure hitchhiking across the fruited plan. I was seventeen and had come from Texas where I had spent my youth bouncing around from here to there. My mother a party girl artist had no time for her three children and handed us off to anyone that would take us. Later my bio father would disown me at age six and never see us again. My younger sisters Donna and Eda and I would end up with our maternal grandmother on her sprawling 1,500 acre cattle ranch. A hobby farm by Texas standards but big enough for me to roam all day hunting and fishing and not see anyone that didn’t moo. I owned my first pocket knife at age five my first sheath blade at seven and my first shot-gun at ten. I never had to come home for lunch.

So for me to roam the south west countryside in the seventies was nothing I needed to fear. I was more than capable of making good or bad choices all on my own. I made many questionable choices and we shall move on now. The best decision I ever made was accepting a job offer from the owner of an organic produce and health food shop. Room and board plus $5.00 a day. It was hard work seven days a week and I never looked back. This turned into a management position and much later that turned into a lifelong commitment of marriage.

Carol was always the boss no matter what business venture we engaged in. This never intimidated me. My mother had terrible luck with men until her fifth marriage to Morris Payne a good man. I learned from him what a good step father was all about. However, by then I was ready to bolt. My grandmother was a widow who ran the ranch with my aunt. There were few male roll models in my family. She was tough as rawhide and I learned a work ethic from her and a love of history. My heroes were Tarzan and the Lone Ranger Saturday morning adventurers on a Black & White 3 channel box. I learned determination and lust for adventure from fictional male characters. Very early I was memorized by the worlds hidden in books by authors like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, H G Wells, Jules Vern, Eger Rice Burroughs and my favorite Robert E Howard of Conan the Barbarian fame. 

In April of 2015 Carol succumbed to diabetes and heart failure. It was a long and difficult battle and once again I was on my own. For not a single blood relation of mine that remains alive is interested in whether I’m alive or not.

Fortunately, I have two fantastic step sons Patrick Foster and Phillip Foster. No two men have I ever met can match them. Two great daughter in-laws Yanni and Claudia, eight wonderful grandchildren and so far three adorable great-great grandchildren. Not bad for an orphan outcast road-runner.

All of which brings me to this point in time, I know as blogging goes you need to keep it short and pithy but all that had to be said so you would understand my motivations for this outrageous last few weeks on my Book tour. #CrossbreedbyKCV is a series I and Carol wrote. Over the last seven years my dear friend R E Riepe ‘Rex” had a hand in getting me over some big humps publishing the first three books. He too has just lost his wife and writing partner. Like my own wife Marcia had been in a long struggle to live and finally returned to the cosmic flow. I discovered Rex just a few weeks ago hold up in his dark studio cave. Depressed alone and contemplating more tragedy. I knew exactly what he was going through for I knew Marcia and the powerful bond they shared. They had worked together for decades side by side and now half his very being was gone.

I had pre-set for the whole month of January a list of things to do in Vegas. My horror fan club #BloodMoonSocialClub was to have a reunion / book signing on the 16^th. A writer’s conference with the Las Vegas writers group on the 21rst. Then I scheduled the Steamathon at the Main Street Station on the 29^th30 &31^st. All this and a trip to the Sandy valley Movie Ranch was planned before I learned of Marcia’s passing. 

Rex was not eating, he was sick coughing up blood and drinking a lot. He was spending a lot of time in Chubbys a shit-hole bar and that was not helping his mood. Nor was sitting around staring at the empty bed his dear wife no longer occupied. He couldn’t even turn off her TV.

 Okay so if you’re in a dark mood then let’s go all the way black. Let’s go Goth, a community I feel very comfortable in despite my red-neck beginning. I took him to Scarlet a roving Goth scene where we had drinks and met a lot of kool characters in black. He noted they were all smiling and having a great time dancing, this was New Year’s Eve.

 The next night we went to Oddfellows and had more drinks and pounding music. I ran into an old friend Matthew Gray Gubler. #gublernation you may know him as Dr. Spencer Reid of Criminal Minds, or the voice of a rodent named Simon depending on your age. Rex was coming out of his funk and we were on a roll.

YOU NEVER KNOW WHO YOU’LL RUN INTO IN VEGAS EVEN A MOUSE ACTOR

We stopped in at his old watering hole and we were met at the door with and 86 order not to enter. Wow, what luck for us it was as springs go a poison well anyway. The best thing they did for us was kick us out.

Next we rolled down to Last stop in Arz. and bought Lotto tickets in the biggest Lotto ever $700,000,000. By now we had a following of friends on Face Book watching as if this monster truck limo was going to crash and burn.

We kept going night after night bar hopping all over Vegas. Sam’s Town silver foxes , Aces and Ails good buggers, 4 mile bar 1 notch above Chubbys, and a favorite the Millennium Fandom Bar a great hang out for sci-fi fans.

Our FB hits were stacking up and like the Lotto which was getting bigger the expectation that we would be found face down on the strip was growing.

                                                         SLEEPLESS IN VEGAS

Freemont Street is lined with lively joints to party in so we snaked our way through them all drinking and carousing like a pair of out of control millennials. Along the way we picked up Paul Martin a Brit with a dry wit who is a great party pale. Each night we end up back in the man cave on wheels and work until dawn on publishing our books. Rex has thirty novels on Amazon. Google R E Riepe Fema camp 37. His sales are off the chart as his dire predictions of a dystopian future seem to be coming true. He has been a mentor and best friend. He may not realize it but me helping him though his grief has been cathartic for me too.

                                                              MYSTIC CANYON

Yeah I barricaded myself in the studio and went on a three day drunk. But I didn’t have the time to break down and withdraw into my shell when Carol passed. I was taking care of our hundred and fifty acre Mystic Canyon artist retreat and film studio in New Mexico. I had to pull it together, and now I’m a man on a mission. I must finish this dream of a remote location of melding nature and art for future generations to come. Life is short especially when you have punched your ticket to ride life’s merry-go-round as many times as I have. You know the ride will end soon so you can't get off the carrousel and take a long break. You get on the wildest pony you can find and go like hell’s right on your heels. Because it is!

Thus far we have held our own with revelers, gamblers and every denizen of Sin City’s LED night life. What’s next who knows? Here for you viewing pleasure are a few highlights of our escapades.

                                                                LOTTO LIMO

We drove all the way to Last Stop AZ to get in on a killer jackpot.

                                                       MILLENNIUM FANDOM BAR                                                   

                                                     2^nd CHANCE AT LAST CHANCE

No winner was picked so we celebrated. Edward Riepe ‘T-Rex,’ and I rolled in at about 3:am and woke the bird up with our revelry. He was not amused! We’d hit every bar with a band within our circle of carousing and were still jazzed. After all we still had a shot at the soon to be 1Bill. LOTTO. We rounded up back at the RV and proceeded to argue over scientific advances in cryogenics vs nano-biotech medicine. We also made plans for how we would use our winnings to save our beloved country from the total economic collapse due any day now. And at no time did we discuss young red heads and stretch limos. Really, I swear not a word!

                                                 ROAD TRIPPING WITH RIEPE

I can’t get over how thousands of Nevadans rushed all day to state-line venues to stand in the chilly high desert air. Just to buy LOTTO? OK it’s a Billion-plus, but why stand in line and freeze? Hours in some cases. Rex and I stopped long enough to get snaps. Then we hauled ass to Kingman. Got our tickets in 15 min. and drove back to last stop and had lunch. Some of the same people were still in line. 200 miles round trip but I learned a lot in that road trip from Amazon’s RE Riepe author of 30 books. I’ve come to know that Rex is particular and takes great care in dispensing his trade secrets. I feel honored that he gives me a look at his very independent publishing house Worlds of R E Riepe.        

ROG’AN SNEERS AT THE SECURITY FORCES GUARDING HIM AND HIS TREASURE.

A challenge has been leveled at the Critical Care Comics Heroes by Super Villain Rog’an this epic battle of wills is set for; Sat,  Jan. 16. The CCC heroes must enforce Rog’an’s community service. As guests enter Rog’an must hand over 1 comic to each one who then may keep it or donate it. The more visitors who come the better for the heroes to persuade him to do a good deed and surrender all his loot for the kids stuck in hospitals dealing with severe illness. This may take some time Rog’an is a tough crafty super villain and very tricky. #BloodMoonSocialClubReunion

                                                 FLEE I AM ROG’AN THE TERRIBLE

There was a time when mortals trembled before me. Now I bake cookies for my grand children

                                                    ROBIN TOOK THE NIGHT OFF

COW QUEEN YIPPEE KAI YAY! My oldest and dearest friend in NV. Invited me out to her fabulous equestrian retreat in Sandy Valley. Marilyn Gubler, mother of that famous rodent actor ‘Simon’ rides out into the sun set each day. She presides over rodeos both American and Mexican and has a heard of impressive #CrossbreedsbyKCV… Not mutants… cows! She’s as gorgeous as ever and treated me to wine and cheese on the roof of her incredible Santa Fe stile hacienda at sunset. Later we had succulent roast pork & savory chicken for dinner and sumptuous Mexican food and jalapeno pizza for lunch the next day. WoW!

                                                   BEAT UP BY A CHICK!

Laura ‘Gubler’ Dall has grown into a beautiful intelligent woman from the teen I last saw. Her husband Tim is a great guy and they have a super little boy Hunter. Laura is just wonderful but she still doesn’t like my silly pranks. I had forgotten she has a bit of a mean streak and she gave me quite a pounding. Don’t worry though the swelling will go down in a day or so.

                                              FIRST HORSE RIDE IN 25 YEARS

I’ll ride any horse so long as they are not called Widow Maker or El Diablo. I know that old trick of putting the new guy on the outlaw bronc. So they gave me Luna. I learned later her nick name was Lunatic! But we got along just fine however I think she sensed I was crazy too.

                                                  DIESELPUNK GUNFIGHTER 

Ranch kids gather for an impromptu bird show.

                                             MACAYO ROCKS THE RANCH HOUSE

Rex got a much needed rest with me in Sandy Valley horseback riding for two days. He was deathly ill and stuck it out on his couch. As soon as I rolled in we grabbed our English buddy Paul and hit a half dozen bars. We were disappointed to find Oddfellows dark on a Mon. night but this isn’t the old ‘never close the doors Vegas’.

{Screw the Doctors} Rex was feeling better by the time we called it quits. We then worked on our publishing empire for a few hours until the crack of dawn.

Each day Rex seems to take a dive for the worst but then as the sun slips away he downs a stiff slug of whisky and we climb into the Black Panther [my Kia Sportage] and prowl the night once again. Rex, long before turning his creative talents to writing was a guitar player.

 Vegas hasn’t killed us yet and we have discovered new incredible night spots to explore. More to come so keep reading but fair warning. The future looks grim as we push our crumbling old corpses to the limit.

Will we survive? Or will we OD on the scintillating sensations of wicked wicked Vegas?

A DARK STAR ON A SCARLET NIGHT

There is a powerful wave of cosmic energy that somehow moves us in certain directions. All living creatures crawl about aimlessly until caught in a stream of this invisible current which allows them to connect. I know this to be true and here is a clear example of how it works.

I had set up several book promo events in Vegas; first the Blood Moon Social Club Reunion on the 16^th and Steamathon on the 30^th at the Main street casino. So I found myself alone and wondering what to do on New Year’s Eve. I really wasn’t in the mood for huge crowds of tourists on the strip. Or a pleasant, chatty gathering with family, all happy and full of blessings that come with children and their friends. My mood was much darker than that and I needed a place to blend in with the shadows.

 On a recommendation from a FB friend Necie Aevum, I dropped into Scarlet a dark red Goth scene in the arts district. It was just before midnight New Year’s Eve. The music never stopped. I like it when it pounds my chest. It’s like a heart massage with sound. 2015 was a relentless domino line of tragedies and disasters for me and my family and also for my author friend R.E. ‘Rex’ Riepe. Author of 30 post-apocalyptic books and a killer guitar player. Rex has been a great friend and mentor in my effort to launch my Crossbreeds series; a diesel punk sci-fi western. Like me he was in a dark place worse than me in fact and he needed a change of venue as well. He and I, two forlorn widowers did a little bar hopping to outrun the demons of yesteryear. I hope they got left behind as the countdown to midnight was called. If not we will slay them in the year to come.   

Now some of you may be wondering why a pair of old sixties rock-n-roll outlaws in the deep throws of depression would want to hang with a bunch of kids in black. Well, I tell you being Goth is not about wearing black on black on black garb or purple in your hair. Being Goth means you can walk into the darkest pit and see the faintest spark of light. It means you can create art from every color of the rainbow and still make it black. And oddly enough for all their dark and grim personas we noticed everyone was happy and having a good time. So were we.

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On the first night of the New Year Rex and I went out again this time Necie, whom I had never met in person had posted that Oddfellows was happening. So we rolled out after midnight to Freemont street. I have been following Necie for a while now. She is a talented designer, delivers her video rants with the blunt force of a black leather boot and is linked into Vegas night life. We found Oddfellows and she was right again it was great. We discovered Necie on the dance floor where as usual she was the Dark Star. A stunning 6ft red-head is hard to miss. Give her a sword and she is a nightclubbing Red Sonja. I thanked her for her guidance in our quest for a music scene that would lift some of the burden of loss Rex and I carried into 2016. My buddy and I then melded into the throng of clubbers and had a few drinks. We were not drowning in booze and mind numbing music. I would say we were comfortably wading in it up to our necks.

We were about to leave and see what else the Freemont experience had to offer when I got a powerful jolt. The flow of the cosmic current was suddenly very strong.

A face in the growing crowed beamed at me. A face I’ve known for 25 years, Mathew Gray Gubler he calls himself when he’s working for the FBI on Criminal Minds or Dr. Spencer Reid if you prefer. It had been years since I’d seen Matt the Hat [his show name back when he was a kid magician]. After graduating from film school he went off making movies ‘Life after Beth and Suburban Gothic’. I delved into writing novels and building Mystic Canyon an artist’s retreat in New Mexico. But the invisible cosmic current flows heavy into Las Vegas and on this night in that unlikely spot we were both riding the same wave.

We laughed hysterically at memories of how we turned all his school friends into zombies and shot a horror movie on VHS. Or the time I sliced up vegetables with a samurai sword on his bare stomach. I can still hear his terrified mother’s scream as if it were yesterday. It was a wonderful reunion. This seemingly random encounter would not have happened had I not followed Necie’s posts. Coincidence say you. I say not likely. I could have asked for directions from any number of my friends who I’m very familiar with. Who knows where I would have landed? We often do things differently without knowing the why of it. Somehow I just sensed if anyone could help it would be her.

So a friend I never met and a friend in need of cheering led me to an old friend from the past. An omen of a new beginning? I think maybe, we shall see. Sometimes it’s good to just go with the current and see where it flows.

To all my vetterSverse readers, Blood Moon members and Face Book friends have a Happy New Year and may the cosmic current be with you. Did you notice how I did that whole current thing and never mentioned the Star Wars F-word once?

I hope to see you at the reunion on Jan. 16^{th, at 953 E. Sahara av. 9-B}. Thank You, one and all for your support and friendship this last year. I made it through in large part due to all of you. 

Your humble purveyor,

Karl Clay Vetter