Mystery/Suspense novel "Most Fortunate Son" by Eric Luck

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OLD STUFF

FEBRUARY 2007
Not Me and Me
Drapes That Make Your Hair Hurt
Canadian Readers Could Double
Talk Show Roulette
My Own Astronaut Love Triangle
Public Speaking Gig

JANUARY 2007
Valentine hopes
Happy Birthday, brother
This Stuff Finds Me

DECEMBER 2006
Christmas Truce
We Should Book a Ski Vacation
Working on Your Gift
Merry Christmas from the Lucks

NOVEMBER 2006
Christmas Letter Deadline
Respect
Quit Yer Bellyachin'
Smarmy Pimp-n-Ho Slutfest
Heart Melters

OCTOBER 2006
The Great Magnum P.I. Wronged
Multiple Life Sentences
Finally Found My Talent
Indictment Extravaganza Update
www Mission Statement Exam

SEPTEMBER 2006
Bunny Takes Some Killer Photos
Another Hard Drive Failure
Bunny Went to Africa
Photo Toast
Thirty Years Ago

AUGUST 2006
Where Did I Leave My Heart?
Conspiracy Theories
City Greatness
Audio/Visual Giggles
But, It is Rocket Science

JULY 2006
Bunny's Birthday
Spicy Monterrey Club-Gone
Fish Pictures
Water on the Moon
Life Without Computers is good

JUNE 2006
Snotboogers
Pop
Crazy River Dogs
Bunny Hits the Road
Devil Day Survived
fox news Colorado

MAY 2006
Memorial Day
Puttin' on a Nice Spread
Brian at PC House Call
Niece Flown to Iraq
Blackhole in the www
Computer Tribulatioins

APRIL 2006
Author Demands
Words Not Working
Movie Star Finds Work
His Mother's Eyes

MARCH 2006
Bad Voodoo Afoot
Grandma Eva- The Passing of
an Era
More Moving Fun
Academy is Proud to Present
Master Bait and Tackle
Books for Sale

FEBRUARY 2006
Get Moving
Heidi Klum Wearing Just Paint
New Fangled Moving Pictures
California Dreamin'
Old Fat Guy Craving Autofocus
How to Order My Book

JANUARY 2006
Dallas Building Imploded
Self Portrait
Book Cover Revealed
Nation Swept: Best of 2005
Leaving
Frighteningly Unintelligent
Design
Legacy
Infidel Living in a Van Down
by the River

DECEMBER 2005
Gnarly
Powder Days
The Gift Saga Continues
Chronicles of a Gift
Christmas Greetings from the
Lucks
Book Review: "Liquid Bones"
Wishing, Hoping, Begging for
Peace

NOVEMBER 2005
Runaway Jury Doody
Give Thanks for Wrasslin'
Sweet Ride in Paradise
Porn, Brad, Angelina & Naked
Kitties
Notebook Unload: Random but
www Fun
Driveway Paved
New, Improved & Nicer
Costume Frenzy
Indictment Extravaganza

OCTOBER 2005
Travails of Travels With Bunny
My www Welcome
Pass the Butter
Mick, Rhymes With Ick
World's Biggest Hot Dog
hypnotized & mesmerized
In the Slipstream - the original

February 9, 2007 Searching for My Own Astronaut Love Triangle

We just returned from the mall. I went with Bunny to the PTA Book Fair because slightly used
paperbacks are $.50 and hardbacks are $2. For that I will go to the mall. It was my first time to any mall
since the late 1990s.

No. I am not kidding.

I do not like to go to the mall for any reason. That is part of the reason that I still wear shirts that I
purchased in the eighth grade. My eighth grade. The other reason is that those clothes are all back in
style now.

So here is the good news. Despite an hour long, exhaustive search, I did not find my book among the
offerings. I have personally sold several hundred of them in the metroplex, but I had the forethought to
sign them all. My logic there is not that my autograph would be value other than to make the owner feel
guilty if they threw it in the used book disposal. So far, so good. Will keep you posted.

So I was standing in line at the mall to check out. Ten paperbacks for $5 - you cannot go wrong with
that deal. It is only a matter of time before all copies of my book in the DFW area are in that book fair.

By the time I got to the front, it turns out the line I was standing in was not to check out of the book fair at
all. I waited fifteen minutes in the line of guys signing up to claim to be the father of Anna Nicole's baby.
I wondered why I was the only guy in line holding books.

Hell yeah, I signed up.

Then I asked which line was to sign up for an astronaut love triangle. Once they pointed that one out, I
queued up. But that line turned out to be to sign up for the "Ted Haggard 3 Step Lickity Split Program"
to return to heterosexuality. I heard that one of the three steps involves going to Chili's for a Chipotle
Bleu Cheeseburger and a beer. I do that anyway. Only three steps! It will just be a refresher course for
me, but who can argue with that kind of success?

What a week.

February 16, 2007 Talk Show Roulette

One reason I don’t update this very often is that I don’t like to reveal material. You never know what I might be
able to steal for the next book and I would hate for you to have read most of the plot on the stupid www before
you pay $18 just to read it again.

There are a few random talk show highlights I made mental note of over the years. I have not yet figured out
how to work them into anything for my own benefit. So here are a few notes worthy of a chuckle. Have a great
day.

Carnac:
(envelope to head)
"A first baseman's and a catcher's,...a home run and a grand slam, ...and Dolly Parton."
(opens envelope)
"Name two big mitts, two big hits, and a Country-and-Western singer."

Ellen DeGeneres to reclusive rock star, Prince. Yes, you read that correctly. She interviewed him on her show
a while back, and I somehow saw it.
"So, do you ever… like… wear shorts?"

Tom Arnold (on Letterman) was asked about Roseanne's claim that he has a small penis. Tom answered,
"Well, even a 747 would look small, Dave, if it were flying into the Grand Canyon."

Many years ago Letterman had Arnold Schwarzenegger on his show, and Arnold wanted to show a clip from
his latest movie. Letterman said, "Okay, do you need to set this thing up… or is it just gunfire?"

February 22, 2006 Drapes That Make Your Hair Hurt

I have questions about this photo. I have questions about any photo in which my little brother is the most normal looking human in
the shot. This one is from December, 1958. My brother was 11 months old. I was just over four years old.

There is not a doubt in my mind that the impetus for having this photo taken originated with my mother. Any photos we have all came
from her desires. She looked for any legitimate reason to take photos or have photographs taken. Her argument for this one
probably revolved around Christmas and one of her tools of persuasion was undoubtedly "guilt." She lived with three males, after all.

Here we go:
* Why was there ever a time... in the history of ever... that drapes such as these would be considered desirable? Would you have
loved to read the photographer's mind about using them as the backdrop?

* Where do you get a lamp like that one and who is that guy carved in wood?

* Do you suppose Mom tried to get Pop to wear a bowtie too and he refused?

* Why didn't they put the dweeby bowtie on my brother instead? He wouldn't know any better. Obviously, I didn't either. Instead, he is
the only one who is dressed as he might be dressed on any day of the week. Meanwhile, I am left looking like the funny host's
straightman sidekick on the "Bowling for Dollars Matinee." Again, I was four years old. Still, it makes me think that the ensemble
worn by TV's Icky Twerp on Slam Bang Theatre was more stylish than I could possibly have thought.

*How did society arrive at the conclusion that the horn rimmed cat's eye shaped glasses frames were really, really attractive?

* Whose idea were my socks?

I have in my possession several different poses of this scene. Clearly, Mom brought a photographer into the home and they gave her
the proofs. The drapes and the lamp appear in all of them. All versions are funny.

* What color do you suppose Pop's lips were here? Them is some scary lips.

We lived in this house in Midland, Texas until I was eight years old. How could I remember some seemingly insignificant things from
age two but have no memory of this hilarity?

All my memories from this tiny house are really, really good. All of them.

I might be laughing at Pop's lips for some time to come.

UPDATE:
Recent headshot of me:

February 28, 2007 Not Me and Me

Above left you see my son, Evan in 1985. Above right, you see me in 1956. We have had a few chortles this
week comparing the two and making clone jokes.

It is not possible for me to dileneate between actual childhood memories and those that are prompted by
photographs. I am convinced this one on the right contains both for me.

This is one of my favorite childhood photos. It was taken in July, 1956 in the carport of my grandparents house in
Grandview, Texas (37 miles south of Ft. Worth). I remember playing with the little door covering the gas tank
access on my grandfather's car by flipping it up and down and laughing.

I suspect I was kneeling down in a mimic of my father who held the camera. Pop was artistically minded. He was
aware of angles, perspective, viewpoints and light. He was a really terrific sketch artist when motivated. This
capture is one of my favorite photos that he ever took.

You can see my grandfather's legs beneath his car, standing so as to not interfere in the photo. That was his
manner. It would not have occurred to him that it would be a better photo with him in it.

I promise he was smiling.

My dad died in 1992. He and my mother are buried in Grandview near his parents. I have only been to Grandview
one other time since his funeral. This house still stood in 1996, but it appeared to be empty and was in general
disrepair then. Any sadness at that sight was evenly tempered by these wonderful memories...and photographs.

Photo credit to Pop. He would have thought that Flickr was man's greatest invention. If he had a Flickr page, I
would so double fave this.

Maybe triple fave it.