We are about to embark on a three-day weekend here in the U.S., the “last of summer” as they like to say, and the last one until Thanksgiving. I’m ready for it even though I’m working a voter registration drive tomorrow at big festival happening along the riverfront tomorrow. Yes, I’m still doing that, and yes: I’ll try to get pictures.
Yesterday, however… stuff to do. First I got a nail repaired. It had cracked about half-way across just past my fingertip and had been that way for a couple of days. So at least my nails are now strong enough that even if they are damaged they don’t go completely to hell. Then I had dinner and since it was getting nice in the afternoon I went up to the rooftop of my favorite restaurant, the Capitol Gastropub, and had fish and chips with a couple of glasses of wine.
Then I came home and watched the first two episodes of The Kettering Incident, which has run down in Australia and is now starting up here on Amazon Prime. It’s getting reviewed over on The Snarking Dead by Rachel, and it is strange. As one person said, “It’s Stranger Things for adults,” and after seeing the start of the program it has that vibe, though it’s building a lot slower. Which is fine with me ’cause I like that sort of stuff.
Most importantly, there’s writing. I also put a new playlist together of 80s music, but that came before the writing. And since we’re on the subject of UFO–’cause that’s part of what The Kettering Incident is about–we may as well see how Penny and Kerry have solved the Rendlesham Forest sighting:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Sure.” He gave the airfield one last look, then snapped a picture with his phone before rejoining Penny.
They’d covered about fifteen meters when she leaned to her left towards him. “Thanks for getting that: my mom will want to see this. What’s the next spot we’re supposed to visit?”
“That would be—” Kerry checked his phone. “Point 2 is where they started going into the forest looking for the lights.” He stuffed his phone back inside his flight jacket. “Shouldn’t take us long to get there.”
“Probably not.” Penny looked to see if anyone was following them before speaking. “You think those guys back then really saw something?”
Kerry gave a quick nod. “I think they saw something, but I doubt it was a flying saucer.”
“You’re probably right.” She nodded once as she picked up her stride. “It was probably some tossers from ECMI fooling around with a Class 4 PAV and they decided to head down here and play with the Yanks.” ECMI was the acronym used by anyone speaking of the Edinburgh Center for Magical Instruction, only a few hundred kilometers to the north.
“That would be my guess.” Kerry laughed once. “With the school closed for Yule they could have went on the grounds, took the PAV, shot down here in about twenty minute, screwed around and got everyone spooked, then bounced.”
Penny chuckled. “Given security was a bit shite back then they’d be out and back in the pen without anyone every knowing they were there and gone.”
“More than likely.” He spent a moment checking the woods to his right. “That sounds a lot more likely than aliens from another world.”
“Doesn’t mean The Foundation doesn’t have info on aliens.” She waited about five seconds before changing the subject. “How’s things at home?”
He’d been expecting this question ever since meeting Penny for breakfast and suspected that as soon as they were alone out on the path she’d ask. “It’s okay.”
She was well aware of Kerry’s habit of answering everything with an affirmative declaration, but she decided to be nice and not call him on it, at least not yet. “How are you’re parents treating you?”
A long sigh trickled out. “They’re acting the way they always act: like I’m not there.” He glanced over and saw the disapproving stare Penny was sending his way. “What?”
“You’re lying out your arse.” She shook her head. “Come on, mate: be honest with me. That’s why we’re out here—” Penny stopped the stare and gave him a soft, friendly smile. “Ain’t it?”
Kerry stared down at the ground as they walked. “Yeah, it is.” He raised his head and looked about for a few moments before speaking. “My parents… they ignore me like they usually do, but this time it’s like they’re pissed off at me, too. I can feel it, you know?”
Now we have one of Kerry’s friends calling him out on his bullshit. Sorry Kerry, but you’re a big witch now and you have to stop with the “I’m okay” when everyone knows you’re not. Annie was really the first one to call him out, back when he was beating himself up on a race and tried to make it sound like he wasn’t worthy of winning because everyone else on the course is better-and Annie had enough and told him he didn’t lose because he’s bad, he lost because The Bolder Ginger is a bitch and knew she could race dirty with Kerry ’cause he’d never retaliate. And she was right and Kerry knew it.
However, he’s slow to change…
One last thing: above I refer to ECMI as the acronym used for Edinburgh Center for Magical Instruction, which is otherwise known as Edinburgh, which happens to be the first school founded by what was The Foundation then to study magic. (Yes, Salem is just over a hundred years older, but it was founded by witches who later sold the school to The Foundation.) Over the course of two novels and change–mostly in the first novel–other schools were mentioned. Edinburgh and Valparaiso, Chile, make up the “Big Three” of The Foundation educational system, of which there almost two dozen schools:
That little list right there took me about eight hours of research to put together and it was one of the things I did back in October, 2013, when I was gearing up to start A For Advanced during NaNoWriMo, and I even went so far as to mark down where the sites are located. Maybe one of these days I’ll do a post on that because I think it’d be interesting to show you the locations of all the schools.
Until then, you’ll have to put up with just one school–