The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
- William Butler Yeats
https://www.kxly.com/news/the-winds-die-down-and-the-rain-and-snow-move-in-for-a-wet-friday/article_718853cf-8e7b-4e36-b3c4-44dea1d90c50.html
KXLY Spokane
The winds die down, and the rain and snow move in for a wet Friday - Kris
Kris Crocker Mar 12, 2026
The winds are dying down, but the wet weather is just getting started for Friday. Expect a mix of rain and snow on Thursday night, turning all to snow by early Friday morning.
https://www.yahoo.com/news/articles/ski-resort-manager-issues-warning-203000761.html
Matthew Swigonski
Wed, February 25, 2026
Why is a lack of snowfall in Spokane significant?
According to a report from the National Weather Service, the northeast region of Washington saw a much drier January than normal. Despite being hit by a winter storm at the start of the year, the region saw no measurable precipitation from Jan. 8 through Jan. 27.
This followed the state's warmest December since 1895. Data from the University of Washington confirmed that Spokane saw a rise in temperature of 8.4 degrees Fahrenheit above its typical monthly average.
From 4/23/1897 ( ) To 1/11/2018 ( ) is 44092 days
44092 = 22046 + 22046
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/13/2026 ( Today , Friday ) is 22046 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atoka_Agreement
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Tuesday, June 20, 2006 7:43 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Journal June 20, 2006, Supplemental
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I was thinking a while back that my sister was born in Atoka, but now I'm not sure about that. Seems like she was born in the same town as Theda, but was Theda born in Hugo?
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 49
Nadine had gone paper white. “Are you calling me a liar?” she nearly screamed. “Because if you are, one of us had better leave right now!” Joe shrank close to her, whimpering.
Larry had smoothed it over, agreeing with the CB idea. And in the last week or so, they had begun to pick up broadcasts, not from Nebraska (which had been abandoned even before they got there—the dreams had told them that, but even then the dreams had been fading, losing their urgency), but from Boulder, Colorado, six hundred miles farther west—signals boosted by Ralph’s powerful transmitter.
Lucy could still remember the joyous, almost ecstatic faces of the others as Ralph Brentner’s drawling, Oklahoma accent had cut nasally through the static: “This is Ralph Brentner, Boulder Free Zone. If you hear me, reply on Channel 14. Repeat, Channel 14.”
They could hear Ralph, but had no transmitter powerful enough to acknowledge, not then. But they had drawn closer, and since that first transmission they had found out that the old woman, Abagail Freemantle by name (but Lucy herself would always think of her as Mother Abagail), and her party had been the first to arrive, but since then people had been straggling in by twos and threes and in groups as large as thirty. There had been two hundred people in Boulder when Brentner first got in contact with them; this evening, as they chattered back and forth—their own CB now in easy reaching distance—there were over three hundred and fifty. Their own group would send that number well on the way to four hundred.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Lucy said to Larry, and put her hand on his arm.
“I was thinking about that watch and the death of capitalism,” he said, pointing at her Pulsar. “It used to be root, hog, or die—and the hog who rooted the hardest ended up with the red, white, and blue Cadillac and the Pulsar watch. Now, true democracy. Any lady in America can have a Pulsar digital and a blue haze mink.” He laughed.
“Maybe,” she said. “But I’ll tell you something, Larry. I may not know much about capitalism, but I know something about this thousand-dollar watch. I know it’s no damned good.”
“No?” He looked at her, surprised and smiling. It was just a little one, but it was genuine. She was glad to see his smile—a smile that was for her. “Why not?”
“Because no one knows what time it is,” Lucy said pertly. “Four or five days ago I asked Mr. Jackson, and Mark, and you, one right after another. And you all gave me different times and you all said that your watches had stopped at least once… remember that place where they kept the world’s time? I read an article about it in a magazine one time when I was in the doctor’s office. It was tremendous. They had it right down to the micro-micro-second. They had pendulums and solar clocks and everything. Now I think about that place sometimes and it just makes me mad. All the clocks there must be stopped and I have a thousand-dollar Pulsar watch that I hawked from a jewelry store and it can’t keep time down to the solar second like it’s supposed to. Because of the flu. The goddamned flu.”
She fell silent and they sat together awhile without talking. Then Larry pointed at the sky. “See there!”
“What? Where?”
“Three o’clock high. Two, now.”
She looked but didn’t see what he had pointed at until he pressed his warm hands to the sides of her face and tilted it toward the right quadrant of the sky. Then she did see and her breath caught in her throat. A bright light, starbright, but hard and unwinking. It fled rapidly across the sky on an east-to-west course.
“My God,” she cried, “it’s a plane, isn’t it, Larry? A plane?”
“No. An earth satellite. It will be going around and around up there for the next seven hundred years, probably.”
They sat and watched it until it was out of sight behind the dark bulk of the Rockies.
“Larry?” she said softly. “Why didn’t Nadine admit it? About the dreams?”
There was a barely perceptible stiffening in him, making her wish she hadn’t brought it up. But now that she had, she was determined to pursue it… unless he cut her off entirely.
“She says she doesn’t have any dreams.”
“She does have them, though—Mark was right about that. And she talks in her sleep. She was so loud one night she woke me up.”
He was looking at her now. After a long time he asked, “What was she saying?”
Lucy thought, trying to get it just right. “She was thrashing around in her sleeping bag and she was saying over and over, ‘Don’t, it’s so cold, don’t, I can’t stand it if you do, it’s so cold, so cold.’ And then she started to pull her hair. She started to pull her own hair in her sleep. And moan. It gave me the creeps.”
“People can have nightmares, Lucy. That doesn’t mean they’re about… well, about him.”
“It’s better not to say much about him after dark, isn’t it?”
“Better, yes.”
“She acts as if she’s coming unraveled, Larry. Do you know what I mean?”
“Yes.” He knew. In spite of her insistence that she didn’t dream, there had been brown circles under her eyes by the time they reached Hemingford Home. That magnificent cable of heavy hair was noticeably whiter. And if you touched her, she jumped. She flinched.
From 12/28/1933 ( ) To 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand"::miniseries premiere "The Plague" ) is 22046 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/13/2026 ( ) is 22046 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_1933
December 1933
From Wikipedia
The following events occurred in December 1933:
December 28, 1933
In an address at the annual Woodrow Wilson Foundation dinner in Washington, President Roosevelt announced a change in American foreign policy, declaring that "the definite policy of the United States from now on is one opposed to armed intervention."
Born: John Y. Brown Jr., American entrepreneur who built the Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant chain into an international operation
https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/michael-oren-iran-has-waged-war-america-47-years-time-end
FOX NEWS
By Michael Oren Fox News
Published March 9, 2026 9:00am EDT
MICHAEL OREN: Iran has waged war on America for 47 years — time to end it
Iranian regime started this conflict by vowing openly and ardently each day since coming to power to destroy the US
Donald Trump sexual misconduct allegations
From Wikipedia
In October 2016, Trump publicly vowed to sue all the women who have made allegations of sexual misconduct against him, as well as The New York Times for publishing the allegations. As of February 2026, he has only sued one accuser, an unsuccessful counterclaim against Carroll.
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Thursday, August 15, 2013 6:12 PM
To:
Subject:
I will see you on October 1st.
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Tuesday, August 27, 2013 2:31 PM
To:
Subject: RE: Move date
I don’t think that will be a problem for me.
I’ve got several reservations tied to my move date, for rental car, moving van, etc., but I should be able to change those dates.
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Monday, September 23, 2013 12:05 PM
To:
Subject:
Everything still on track for me to move-in?
I am turning in my keys here on Thursday and then I am planning to be at your office at 9 am on Friday the 27th.
From 6/14/1946 ( Donald J. Trump ) To 5/8/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries "Stephen King's The Stand" ) is 17495 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/26/2013 ( ) is 17495 days
From 6/14/1946 ( Donald J. Trump ) To 5/9/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "The Stand"::"The Dreams" ) is 17496 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/27/2013 ( ) is 17496 days
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 49
“It can’t be the dreams,” she said. “No one has them anymore, unless Joe does. And Joe’s… different.”
“Yes. He is. Poor boy.”
“And everyone’s healthy. At least since Mrs. Vollman died.” Two days after the Judge joined them, a couple who introduced themselves as Dick and Sally Vollman had thrown in with Larry and his assorted company of survivors. Lucy thought it extremely unlikely that the flu had spared a man and wife, and suspected that their marriage was common-law and of extremely short duration. They were in their forties, and obviously very much in love. Then, a week ago, at the old woman’s house in Hemingford Home, Sally Vollman had gotten sick. They camped for two days, waiting helplessly for her to get better or die. She had died. Dick Vollman was still with them, but he was a different man—silent, thoughtful, pale.
“He’s taken that to heart, hasn’t he?” she asked Judge Farris.
“Larry is a man who found himself comparatively late in life,” the Judge said, clearing his throat. “At least, that is how he strikes me. Men who find themselves late are never sure. They are all the things the civics books tell us the good citizens should be: partisans but never zealots, respecters of the facts which attend each situation but never benders of those facts, uncomfortable in positions of leadership but rarely able to turn down a responsibility once it has been offered… or thrust upon them. They make the best leaders in a democracy because they are unlikely to fall in love with power. Quite the opposite. And when things go wrong… when a Mrs. Vollman dies…”
“Could it have been diabetes?” the Judge interrupted himself. “I think it likely. The cyanosed skin, the fast drop into a coma… possibly, possibly. But if so, where was her insulin? Might she have let herself die? Could it have been suicide?”
The Judge lapsed into a thinking pause, hands clasped under his chin. He looked like a brooding black bird of prey.
“You were going to say something about when things go wrong,” Lucy prompted gently.
“When they go wrong—when a Sally Vollman dies, of diabetes or internal bleeding or whatever—a man like Larry blames himself. The men the civics books idolize rarely come to good ends. Melvin Purvis, the super G-man of the thirties, shot himself with his own service pistol in 1959. When Lincoln was assassinated, he was a prematurely old man tottering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. We used to watch Presidents decay before our very eyes from month to month and even week to week on national TV—except for Nixon, of course, who thrived on power the way that a vampire bat thrives on blood, and Reagan, who seemed a little too stupid to get old. I guess Gerald Ford was that way, too.”
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 01:55 AM Pacific-timezone USA Friday 03/13/2026
