Thinking back, I wonder what people - those people lurking in the shadows I suspect - were saying to him *before* that first time we met on that day. Almost a twinge of bewilderment at one point, just discernible by me and that now seems fitting to me, thinking back to those months ago, at a time when the snow finally melted enough for me to get back on my bicycle on other days around then.
The park that day was my idea, 100% on my own personal initiative.
That specific calendar day was theirs.
Later, after having them let me out here in front of my apartment, having ridden in an automobile again for the first time in almost six years, he offered to pay for me to travel by airline to Texarkana, which I declined for my own reasons, promising to think about it.
Whatever is in Texarkana, that metropolis in the distance from where she and I went to high school, is now for me the lost past of Kerry Burgess. The lies have to stop with her.
And I'm not going to become Homer Burgess for *her* grand-children.
Especially because Thedia will not stop lying and start telling the truth about me.
I am baffled at why she maintains the falsehood.
Whatever it is, she chooses a side and that side is not on my side.
My guess in these current days is she, in the vindictive and spitefulness I saw many times from her when I was a child, has some sort of plan in mind to get the so-called 'last laugh' on this matter.
But that's all it will be: the last word of a vindictive and spiteful woman.
She had plenty of opportunity to tell the truth and she has not.
As for the point of this note, I read this stuff and I wonder which is more strange. The comparison I make for events *after*-the-fact.
Or the comparisons that you *cannot* prove were made *before* and that were made specifically as planning for future events staged against unsuspecting people.
Your opinion is meaningless.
Well, I am 100% a believer, if I wasn't before today. Reading this last book in the 3-book saga of "Wayward Pines", which is very largely *consistent* and familiar with the 2 seasons of the tv series, only the most dimmest of you dullards cannot recognize the significant planning in progress with that stuff.
They have to prevent themselves from being sued in justice court, or any other "mistrangement", of course, because The Plan *must* continue unabated.
Most *certainly* the overall work here, as with many others, were deliberately created for *me*, Kerry Burgess, and this blog of mine.
I don't speak for them, they're speaking for *me*.
The Last Town (The Wayward Pines Trilogy, Book 3) (07/15/2014)
Blake Crouch
page 28 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Chapter 1
The candle flame on the dresser winked out.
She let out a gasp.
The room was pitch black, her hand invisible in front of her face.
She jumped to her feet and staggered toward the bedroom door, banged her knee on a hope chest at the foot of the bed, but managed to stay on her feet.
She reached the door.
Heard the steps creaking as something came up the staircase.
Jennifer eased the door shut and felt around the lock.
It clicked into the housing.
Whatever had broken into her house was now in the hallway, the floorboards groaning under its weight.
More noise downstairs.
Clicks and screeches filling the house.
She got down on her hands and knees and crawled across the floor as the footsteps outside her door grew closer. Flattening herself, she squeezed under the bed, her heart pounding against the dusty hardwood floor.
She could hear more of them climbing the stairs.
The door to her bedroom exploded off the hinges.
The footsteps of whatever entered her bedroom made a clicking sound on the hardwood. Like claws.
Or talons.
She smelled it, stronger than ever, a potpourri of dead things - rot and blood and an otherworldly stench beyond her understanding.
She didn't make a sound.
By the side of the bed, the floorboards cracked, as if with the weight of something kneeling down.
She held her breath.
Something hard and smooth grazed her arm.
She screamed and pulled back.
Her shoulder suddenly felt cold.
She put her hand to it.
It came away wet. She'd been cut by something.
Whispered, "Please God..."
There were others in the room now.
Oh, Teddy. She just wanted to see his face. One last time. If this was really the end.
The bed lifted, one of the legs scraping across her side as it crashed into the wall.
In total darkness, she couldn't move, paralyzed with fear. Her shoulder bled profusely but she couldn't feel a thing, her body gone numb, mechanical, as the fight-or-flight response kicked in.
They were near her now, standing over her, their alien respirations fast and shallow, like panting dogs.
She put her head between her knees in the brace position.
Two weeks before they'd come on their fateful trip to Wayward Pines, she and Teddy had spent a Saturday at Riverfront Park in Spokane. Thrown a picnic blanket down in the grass and stayed until dusk, reading their books and watching the white water spill over the falls.
And for a second, she captured his face. Not straight on, but from the side. Late sunlight fringing what hair he had left, glinting off the wire-rimmed glasses. He was watching the sun go down over the falls. Content. In the moment. And she had been too.
Teddy.
He turned to look at her.
Smiling.
As the end came.
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From 2/24/1961 ( premiere US TV series episode "The Twilight Zone"::"The Odyssey of Flight 33" ) To 7/15/2014 ( Blake Crouch "The Last Town" {Wayward Pines book 3 of 3} ) is 19499 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/23/2019 ( ) is 19499 days
From 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and the end of Kerry Burgess the natural human being cloned from another human being ) To 3/23/2019 ( ) is 10839 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/7/1995 ( the return to Earth landing of the United States space shuttle Atlantis orbiter vehicle mission STS-71 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps officer and United States STS-71 pilot astronaut and my 3rd official United States of America National Aeronautics Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) is 10839 days
From 5/14/1995 ( premiere US TV miniseries "The Langoliers" ) To 3/23/2019 ( ) is 8714 days
8714 = 4357 + 4357
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/7/1977 ( premiere US film "Oh, God!" ) is 4357 days
From 10/24/1994 ( premiere US film "Stargate" ) To 3/23/2019 ( ) is 8916 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA ) To 4/1/1990 ( referenced previously in my blog, as Kerry Burgess the first day of my first civilian job after honorable discharge from active duty United States Navy ) is 8916 days
From 11/18/1996 ( premiere US film "Star Trek: First Contact" ) To 3/23/2019 ( ) is 8160 days
8160 = 4080 + 4080
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/3/1977 ( premiere US TV series "Shoot for the Stars" ) is 4080 days
From 11/10/1967 ( premiere US TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Metamorphosis" ) To 3/30/2021 ( scheduled launch of the NASA James Webb Space Telescope ) is 19499 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/23/2019 ( ) is 19499 days
From 7/16/1963 ( Phoebe Cates the United States Army veteran and the Harvard University graduate medical doctor and the world-famous actress and the wife of my biological brother Thomas Reagan ) To 12/3/2016 ( referenced below here in previous blog post by me, Kerry Burgess ) is 19499 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/23/2019 ( ) is 19499 days
The Langoliers (1990)
Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 1
Bad News for Captain Engle. The Little Blind Girl. The Lady’s Scent. The Dalton Gang Arrives in Tombstone. The Strange Plight of Flight 29.
Brian Engle rolled the American Pride L-1011 to a stop at Gate 22 and flicked off the FASTEN SEATBELT light at exactly 10:14 P.M. He let a long sigh hiss through his teeth and unfastened his shoulder harness.
He could not remember the last time he had been so relieved — and so tired — at the end of a flight. He had a nasty, pounding headache, and his plans for the evening were firmly set. No drink in the pilots’ lounge, no dinner, not even a bath when he got back to Westwood. He intended to fall into bed and sleep for fourteen hours.
American Pride’s Flight 7 — Flagship Service from Tokyo to Los Angeles — had been delayed first by strong headwinds and then by typical congestion at LAX... which was, Engle thought, arguably America’s worst airport, if you left out Logan in Boston. To make matters worse, a pressurization problem had developed during the latter part of the flight. Minor at first, it had gradually worsened until it was scary. It had almost gotten to the point where a blowout and explosive decompression could have occurred... and had mercifully grown no worse. Sometimes such problems suddenly and mysteriously stabilized themselves, and that was what had happened this time. The passengers now disembarking just behind the control cabin had not the slightest idea how close they had come to being people pate on tonight’s flight from Tokyo, but Brian knew... and it had given him a whammer of a headache.
“This bitch goes right into diagnostic from here,” he told his co-pilot. “They know it’s coming and what the problem is, right?”
The co-pilot nodded. “They don’t like it, but they know.”
“I don’t give a shit what they like and what they don’t like, Danny. We came close tonight.”
Danny Keene nodded. He knew they had.
Brian sighed and rubbed a hand up and down the back of his neck. His head ached like a bad tooth. “Maybe I’m getting too old for this business.”
That was, of course, the sort of thing anyone said about his job from time to time, particularly at the end of a bad shift, and Brian knew damned well he wasn’t too old for the job — at forty-three, he was just entering prime time for airline pilots. Nevertheless, tonight he almost believed it. God, he was tired.
https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000121/bio
IMDb
Phoebe Cates
Biography
Born July 16, 1963 in New York City, New York, USA
Birth Name Phoebe Belle Cates
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2016/12/agreement-concerning-cooperation-in.html
Posted by Kerry Burgess at 2:23 PM
Saturday, December 03, 2016
Agreement Concerning Cooperation in the Exploration and Use of Outer Space for Peaceful Purposes
[ excerpt ends Posted by Kerry Burgess at 2:23 PM Saturday, December 03, 2016 ]
album: "This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About" (1996)
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/modestmouse/spacetravelisboring.html
AZ
MODEST MOUSE
"Space Travel Is Boring"
Won herself a pass to some far off moon
It was second class but what's to lose
And looking out her window she could more than assume
That you can't see air or time
She's the only rocketeer in the whole damn place
They gave her a mirror so she could talk to a face
She still got plenty lonely but that's just the case
With time, time, time
Started hearing voices sometime in June
She knew she could go crazy but didn't think that soon
Now she doesn't feel lonely but she'd just as soon
Try, try, try try
Man shot to the moon
I read a paperback and want to come home soon
I'm shot to the moon
Been there a half an hour, I want to come home soon
http://www.tv.com/shows/the-twilight-zone/the-odyssey-of-flight-33-12638/trivia/
tv.com
The Twilight Zone Season 2 Episode 18
The Odyssey of Flight 33
Aired Feb 24, 1961
Quotes
Paula: I'm seeing The Valkyrie tonight. Oh, Janie, I've always had a thing about Valhalla. Be a good egg and tell me I'm going to make it in time for the curtain.
Janie: Let me put it to you this way. I only hope the Valhalla you're talking about is at the Metropolitan Opera House in little old New York.
Paula: Instead of?
Janie: Instead of a conducted tour through the real thing.
http://www.tv.com/shows/the-twilight-zone/the-odyssey-of-flight-33-12638/trivia/
tv.com
The Twilight Zone Season 2 Episode 18
The Odyssey of Flight 33
Aired Feb 24, 1961
TRIVIA
There was no Manhattan Island during the time of the Dinosaurs; it hadn't been formed yet.
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- posted by Kerry Burgess 5:55 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 10/29/2019
