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

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OLD STUFF

JULY 2007
Three Shirts
Sorta Thrilling
Skycam
Community

JUNE 2007
Wings
Every Morning is Hunting Season
Howdy Buckaroos from Colorado

MAY 2007
Photos of a Young Girl
More Aloha

APRIL 2007
Hawaiian Monk Seal
Maui - It's Not That Great
South Pacific Magic
Texas Springtime Blues
Text Message ur Friends

MARCH 2007
Plants Spring to Life
Gone Shopping
Spring Back
Dog Days of Spring
My Niece's Wedding

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

JANUARY 2007
Which Face Shall I Wear Today?
Mountain of Red Hot Liquid
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

July 24, 2007 Three Shirts

Our niece has been with us this week. She is a joy.
And she is thirteen years old.
You have seen photos of this niece here before.

I grew up with one brother in the house living with me.
My Mom was not a teenager...ever. Oh I am quite sure.
Those pictures that I have shown you here of her are simply a trick.
As an adult, I lived with one son in the house.
By then, my wife was no longer a teenager.
There were no teenage girls present in my business career.
I did see them around the house when my son became a teenager.
However, I was prevented from much understanding by his desire
that I make myself scarce...at all times.
This still applies and seems to be getting worse. Yes, he is 24 now.

My experience with teenage girls is pretty much limited to a time when I, too, was a teenager. I still fear them.
My awareness of the nuances of life was limited, at best, during that time. After all, I was a teenager. I am sooooo much better
now. I spent most of my time thinking up how to torture my brother or annoy my parents. It was my job. Accordingly, most things
regarding teenage girls that I see and hear now are not only new, but quite fascinating to me. My current observations are
made without any malice. However, those observations are held to close scrutiny by those around me. I know this. Absolutely
anything I say or ask about is taken as criticism. There is no getting around it. I tell you this only because I want you to know that
I know. So I will try to stick to the facts and level any actual criticism only at myself, where it properly belongs because, after all, I
am an idiot.

See I have achieved some level of understanding.

One of many great things about our niece is that she is willing to let the conversation go anywhere we would like to take it. She
tells me and my wife that we are mean to each other. Then she gleefully looks forward to the next moment of apparent
meanness between us. Oh, she is clearly aware that we are not mean to each other. But it would be no fun at all to not point out
any perceived foibles involving her aunt and uncle.

While making homemade pretzels one evening, we discussed teenage fashion. One trend that she has latched onto is the
wearing of multiple shirts of varying colors, textures and sizes, all at the same time. Let me add here that she would look
adorable in overalls and dirty sweatsocks on her ears. This girl is in exactly zero need of any fashion item that might make her
look cuter. Back to the shirts. The optimum number appears to be three. Being a practical sort, I asked why you would put on
two really tight shirts and then put over those a baggy, regular old t-shirt which pretty much hides the other two shirts
underneath.

See. Told you I was an idiot.

Or that is how she looked at me anyway. I asked how she knew it was a trend. She offered fashion magazines. I asked for a
picture of an example. None were found. We flipped through every single page of a couple of them.

"These models are all wearing gowns. Besides, they are older than me," she said.

"Do any of the older girls wear multiple, layered gowns?" I asked.

Her look was her reply and it clearly moved me lower on the idiot scale. I had not thought such a move possible. I thought it was
a poignant comment on this silly trend and would perfectly illustrate to her how ridiculous this artificially dictated fashion really
was. Oh, and the Beatles were a silly little band that would never amount to anything until they got decent haircuts. Sweet
sainted mother of Yves St. Laurent...when did I become my dad?

All I can say is, Gentlemen...guard your hearts. Because, regardless of the number of shirts, those hearts will be broken sooner
than you think. Guaranteed.

July 9, 2007 Community

Most visitors to Steamboat Springs, Colorado arrive to take advantage of the scenery, the skiing, the river, the fishing or the cool mountain air for a respite from
their everyday lives in another city. That we have a destination resort here is undeniable. But just beyond the resort trappings is a ranching community built along
a river. There is a sense of permanence here that is not often found in Colorado’s resort destinations. Mostly that is because the ranches and the town were here
long before there was a ski area nearby. By “long before”, I mean there is significant history here.

On Sunday, July 8, we joined several hundred friends and neighbors at a ranch about twelve miles West of Steamboat Springs in an enormous tent. There we
celebrated with a Mass and a BBQ, one hundred years of life for the Holy Name Catholic Church in Steamboat Springs, Colorado.

Understand that there are a little less than ten thousand residents in this entire county. Any gathering with several hundred people, nearly all of who are residents,
is quite significant. When we first arrived at the ranch on Sunday, I told my wife that the celebration was too big. I immediately did not think that I could capture the
feeling and the fun with my camera so that anyone seeing the photos would understand what a cool place we get to be in. It was a little overwhelming. For a while,
I doubted that I could show these terrific people as I see them. It wasn’t until after the church service that I even went back to the car for my camera.

What I wanted was to take only a few photos that might reflect many of the main reasons that I love this community so much. Here are a few of my photos. You can
see all of my photos on Flickr. The link to my page is at the bottom of this page. I find myself quite emotionally attached to these pictures. I hope you see even just
a portion of what I feel about this place and these people.

Even if you don’t, I am confident that these will make my friend, Daniel, a little homesick. He will get it. That is reason enough to post them.