Drone Image: The Marina

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EnglishMy talented daughter Line Newermann has captured this image showing a marina in Hommersåk, Norway. Norwegians love to spend time near or out on the ocean. During the summer it is very busy with boats all up and down the coastline.


Norwegian2Min datter Line Newermann, har tatt et bilde av en marine her i Hommersåk, Norge. De fleste nordmenn trives langs eller på sjøen. Norge har et yrende båtliv hele sommeren.

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Ewa Lowe: Chapter 15

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

Casino Fun

Well, I didn’t go to any psychiatrist. If I had, he or she would probably find out what kind of sociopath I am, and tell me I have something called a Brown Chromato Ommeta Phobia or something. The odds are high that he or she would have brown eyes, and I would lie on the couch trying to figure out a cleverer way to do my killings.

No! No psychiatrist for me. Instead, I start going to the casino.

The Seminole Indian Coconut Creek Casino is only a 20-minute drive from my apartment. It was built in the year 2000 and was loaded with more than 1,000 noisy slot machines. 

When you walk through those large glass doors it feels like another world. The only bad thing is, smoking is permitted. When I get home, I always have to jump in the shower and wash my hair and clothes, because everything reeks of tobacco smoke. 

The casino also has Las Vegas-like shows and one of the world’s best buffets. Every day the casino has a drawing for money, expensive cars or a boat. All you have to do is put an entry slip, with your name on it, into the tombola. 

You have to be there in person for the drawing. If you should win you will have to show your driver’s license and Social Security card. 

Today I’ve invited James and Irene for dinner at the casino’s buffet. Before they show up I go to the Customer Service Desk and get my entry slip. After filling it out, I put it into the tombola. The tombola already has hundreds of slips inside. The drawing is at nine in the evening, and the prize is $30,000. 

I’m meeting James and Irene at six o’clock, but it’s only five now, so I have time to hit the slots for an hour. 

When you are a whale (a high roller) like I am, you accumulate points on your casino card. Then you can spend them at the casino’s restaurants. 

The buffet has warm and cold dishes. The dessert table alone is ten meters long. All the baking and cooking are done in the casino’s kitchen, and of course the chefs are the best you can find. 

At the buffet there are five chefs ready to prepare whatever your heart desires.

James and Irene arrive promptly. The hostess seats us and we all get champagne.

When we have gorged ourselves with food and champagne for an hour, I say to them, “Remember when we were talking about christening Lilliana? 

“I think I’ve found a great solution. I want to have a second funeral for Lillian and Dexter at Stonehenge in England. They always wanted to go there and see the gigantic stone monument. That will be like a closure for me, realizing they’re really gone. Then, afterwards we can have a christening for Lilliana. What about calling it a Cosmo Christening and have an astronomer and a priest do the ceremony?”

“What a fantastic idea!” Irene exclaimed.

James is nodding, “Yes, this sounds like the right thing to do. We could charter a plane and invite our closest friends. In fact I have some connections in England who could be helpful.”

“Great,” I say, “I also have connections. I’m e-mailing a company called Fantastic Funerals in England. They are going to help us with many of the arrangements. 

“We should go next June for the Solstice Festival at Stonehenge. The festival is on June 21, so that will give us plenty of time to plan everything.” 

They both nod in agreement.

By now it’s 8:45 in the evening, and they are eager to go back home to Lilliana. This is the first time they have been away from her, but they do have a trusted nanny.

I tell them I’m staying behind for the prize drawing at 9, as I follow them outside. The valet guy gets their Hummer.

I wave goodbye and sit down on a bench outside the front door. The air is humid and warm, not filled with smoke like inside. 

Suddenly the door opens and the guy who runs the tombola comes out, smoking and talking on his cell. He sounds and looks wired up – getting ready for the show, I guess. 

He is carrying a small painting of a young ballerina, knotting her ballerina shoes. 

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Her dress – flying up in the air showing her panties – makes the painting look both cute and sexy. Whoever wins the tombola will also get the painting.

I look at my watch. Three minutes left. He looks at his watch and starts heading for the door. We nearly collide and he gallantly holds the door open for me. 

I look straight into his blue eyes and say, “You be sure to pull out the slip that says Ewa Lowe, now.”

He grins “Yeah, sure thing, in your dreams, baby!” He starts to jog towards the stage, with me on his heels, trailing behind him.

Everybody is gathered around the stage and they all start cheering when he arrives.

“OK, folks, this is it! The prize money is now $30,000.” He puts his hand inside the tombola and stirs digs around and stirs up all the papers, before he takes out one slip from the middle of the pile.

“The lucky winner is….” He stops, goes a little pale, turns around to face me, then yells, “Ewa Lowe!”

“I knew it! I knew it!” I’m jumping up and down. It’s funny how $30,000 that I don’t really need can make me so excited. 

He gives me the ballerina painting and holds it up in the air so everyone can look at it. It is signed Eva Newermann, the same artist Lillian and Dexter liked so much.

When I get my breath back, I grab the mike. “Cowabunga! OK, OK!” I laugh and say, “I’m Ewa Lowe. I’m very happy to win $30,000 and I want to donate it all to the shelters for abused children in Miami.” 

Everybody starts clapping. I continue, “And cowabunga! For you not familiar with that word, it means hello and I’m happy. Let me hear it from you all, cowabunga! Cowabunga!” 

Everybody screams at the top of their lungs, “Cowabunga! Cowabunga!” Now, I’m really worked up. I yell; “And now for my next trick!” I put the painting down, grab an empty beer glass and put it on top of the tombola. 

I take a deep breath and find my high-pitched note. The glass shatters into a thousand bits. All the people are clapping like mad and cheering, except the guy in charge of the tombola; he knows he has to clean up the mess.

Well, what a gaudy night this turned out to be. 

The only thing I was missing was Adam Skai. I sure wish he could have been on the stage with me. Then we could have gone home to my place and done some stargazing while doing some other things on the balcony…

 


 

The chapter “Casino Fun” is from the sci-fi, triller book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Ewa Lowe: Chapter 14

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

Adam Skai

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As the wedding celebration continues, I get an urge for some fresh air and something inside me tells me to take the elevator to the top floor. 

On the roof there is a large patio with a semicircle of lounge chairs. 

I see a tall man standing in a corner gazing up at the sky. From the antennas on his head I know he belongs to our wedding party. I walk over to him.

“Hi, are you planning a trip? If you are you can visit my Stargate property on the Moon.” I lean against the rail. 

“My name is Ewa Lowe, sister of the groom. What a wacky wedding this has been!”

He turns slowly and gives me his hand. When we touch I get a light electric shock. I guess my specially made rubber soles are not stopping the jolts this time.

“Hi, I’m Adam Skai, James’ astronomy teacher. So you also fell for the acre selling scam on the Moon?”

I look into two blue eyes. 

He has the most beautiful smile, but I’m drawn back to his eyes! I can see blood veins in the pupils, so he must be wearing some weird contact lenses. 

I can feel chills crawling up my spine. 

His skin is so white it looks transparent. He must have covered his body with some kind of white powder. 

His white hair, or is it a wig? Is a mass of tiny white curls. Still, he manages to look and sound very sexy. 

The hottest Andorian I’ve ever seen. He’s still holding my hand and now takes my other hand. Another shock goes through me….

I’m not the one giving the shocks –he’s the one giving them to me. 

Whoa! Love at first touch! Adam and Ewa, sounds as good as apple pie to me. Take it easy now, Ewa, you don’t know anything about this guy.

Come to think about it, I do know a few things about Adam Skai. James told me Adam was one of the youngest and brightest astrophysicists in the world. A real wonder boy, only 25 years old and he has already written many astronomy books. 

In all the pictures I’d seen of him he was always wearing large, dark sunglasses, a black hat and black turtleneck sweater. James was always telling me what a special person Adam was.

Well, here he is, and he sure is special.

“So you are Seven of Nine?” Adam is pulling me closer to him. “I think you should be called One of One, instead!”

I laugh: “You are the Number One, if anyone is. I’ve read all your books and it sure makes me humble to meet somebody who knows so much about the universe.”

Adam whispers in my ear: “It makes me humble to meet somebody as beautiful as you.” He pushes me a little away from him and then locks his hands behind my neck. 

How is it possible to feel warm and cold at the same time?

The moonlight hits his face and it seems like the veins inside his blue eyes are glowing red. His skin looks phosphorescent, like glittering snow. 

A chill goes through my body. He cradles my head to his chest and I can smell…spices? Yes, a spice – like cinnamon. 

He puts his hands around my waist and cat-quick lifts me up on the ledge. Thirty floors below, I can see the small headlights from all the cars. 

Oh, my God! Is he going to push me off the ledge?

Not that I care. I feel I’m on some kind of cinnamon aphrodisiac drug trip. I can probably fly into Blue Heaven if he throws me off the building.

“Listen, Ewa, what I’m telling you now might not make any sense to you, but believe me, when the time comes you will understand. 

“Don’t be afraid, the future looks good for you. Now, close your eyes.” I obey, in a trance I cling to him. He puts his lips close to my ear and the cinnamon smell gets even stronger. 

“We are going to meet again under very different circumstances. 

“We both carry alien DNA, Ewa –you and I,” he says, squeezing my shoulders. I stiffen. 

He buries his face in my hair and goes on. 

“Repeat after me: ‘Friday the 13th will be my lucky day.’ Say it!”

In a trance, I whisper, “Friday the 13th will be my lucky day.”

What does he mean? What will happen on Friday the 13th? Why alien DNA?

I always knew I was a little different. I couldn’t explain the weird electricity that surged through my body. 

Then there is my ability to shatter glass. I know some soprano singers can do that, but my high-pitched tone never seemed to come from my throat –it felt more like a beam from my brain. 

Adam is now offering me an improbable explanation. This sounds very strange….

He pulls back –just enough to create a slice of moonlight between our faces. His lips are now moving towards mine and I close my eyes again. We let our tongues do the flying. 

I feel like I’m zipping through space and all the stars are crashing into my body.

Qu Statt? (What’s happening?). Did I just dream this? Who is this guy? What powers does he have?

Suddenly, he lets go of me. I am so startled I nearly fall backwards, into the void.

I open my eyes and the last thing I see is Adam going into the elevator. Just before the doors close I can hear the faint words, “Friday the 13th and alien DNA, don’t forget.”

I jump down from the ledge and stand there for a long time just looking up at the sky. My whole body is shaking and reeking of cinnamon. Electric jolts go through my body. I feel enraptured. 

A week later I read in the newspaper that Adam Skai, our brilliant young astrophysicist, has left for Europe to join an international astronomy team. He doesn’t know when he will return to America.

If he had been interested in me, he could have told me where in Europe he would be living. Doesn’t he know I’m a flight attendant and travel all over the world? 

I really would like to get to know him. Why does he give me cutis anserine? Why does he have the same problem with electric shocks like me? What the heck does Friday the 13th mean?

“Oops!” I was so lost in my thoughts about Adam I nearly missed the Sheridan Street exit that’s going to take me to James and Irene’s home in Hollywood. 

I’ve had to brush up on my Klingon, I was reading in the Klingon dictionary before I left home. James is going to get a kick out of that.

Outside their house I see two new cars in the driveway. One is a white Volvo station wagon, the other, a shiny black Hummer.

So, they have been shopping, too!

I walk inside and the house is filled with flower arrangements, mostly lilies.

Do they know the name Lillian comes from the lily flower?

In the hall I see James and in my best Klingon I say. “Qaleghqa’ ‘oH QaQ” (It’s good to see you again).

He is trying not to smile. “Qaleghqa’ne’ S” (I’m honored to see you again).

After exchanging hugs, we go outside to the pool. The sun is shining and it’s warm, even if it is November. 

Irene is huge! 

“The baby is due any day now,” James smiles.

Any minute now, from where I’m standing.

We all sit down on their comfortable Rotting chairs. 

Irene flashes me a smile. 

“Lovise will get here in an hour. Then we’ll play bridge.”

“Ewa,” James says, taking both of Irene’s hands into his, “We’ve got something to tell you.”

I nod and look at them intensely, sensing that this is important. James continues, “Irene and I have decided to name the baby Lilliana, as a tribute to Lillian.”

I take a deep breath.

“Oh, that’s wonderful! Just great! I am so happy to hear that.”

I jump out of my chair and hug them both again. I also have to do a little Indian war dance.

When things settle down, Irene says, “We only have one problem. Since none of us practices any religion, how are we going to have a christening? Of course, we would like you to be the godmother, but maybe we should find a different word for it, since we don’t believe in God?”

Well, this is something new. I never had thought of this situation before. Yes, we had been raised as atheists. 

Lillian and Dexter always said they were positive atheists, which meant they understood that religious people have reasons to believe. We also had been taught to respect all religions.

“Hey,” I say, “since money is no longer an object, I’ll figure out something very special for our little Lilliana. 

“Speaking of money, let’s go out in front and gawk at the cars.”

We all start laughing

“You two go ahead and talk cars,” Irene says, “I have to go and lie down for a while.”

“Are you OK, honey?” James asks, like a worrying father-to-be should. 

“Yes, yes, I’m just tired and hot.” She wobbles towards the house.

James and I go arm in arm to the driveway.

“Holy shit!” he exclaims when he sees the Corvette. I toss him the car keys. He turns around and goes inside the hallway. When he returns, he tosses me his Hummer keys.

We are like two screaming kids on Christmas Eve. The wheels are screaming too. Dust billows up behind us.

“Back in 15 minutes,” I yell out the window as I do the Vulcan split-finger greeting. 

“Qapla’!” (Success!), he holler back, “If I’m not back in two days send a helicopter!”

 “Qapla’!” I shout and floor the pedal.

Greased Lightning would’ve been green with envy.

I lean back. What a ride! Everything inside is leather and teak. It’s huge and comfortable, like sitting in your living room. The panel has so many gadgets and lights it looks like a James Bond scenario.

Everybody is staring and waving at the car and I wave back exuberantly.

It sure is great to be rich!

When I get back to the house, Lovise is pulling into the courtyard. James is already there, running inside, his cell phone to his ear.

What now?

I hurry after him, waving for Lovise to follow.

“What’s wrong, James?” I ask.

“The water broke and I don’t know if I have to drive her to the hospital.” James is pale as a sheet. We are now outside the bathroom door.

“Honey, are you OK?” James is knocking softly on the door. The door opens and Irene comes out.

“I have to call the hospital and ask what to do.” She sits down by the phone and dials the number. We are standing anxiously next to her. Finally she hangs up.

“The woman on the phone, told me there is no hurry to get to the hospital. Since this is my first baby and I have no contractions or pains yet, it will take a while. She also told me, I will most likely give birth within 48 hours.”

In fact, 22 hours later Lilliana saw the light. She was born on November 9, 2001, at 7:37 in the evening. She has her mom’s brown eyes.

I’d better get into therapy fast!

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The chapter “Adam Skai” is from the sci-fi, triller book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Drone Image: The Lighthouse

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EnglishMy talented daughter Line Newermann has captured this image showing a lighthouse in Stavanger, Norway. Norway has one of the longest coastlines in the world. The lighthouses are important to keep all the shipping traffic safe.


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Ewa Lowe: Chapter 13

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

Klingon Wedding

James and Irene have invited me and Lovise to their home in Hollywood. We are going to play bridge. Since Lovise and I spend so much time flying together we have become good friends. We play bridge at Jordan’s Bridge Club located in Delray Beach. They have games morning, noon and evening and the club is open all year long. Even a world champion, the intelligent Linda Green, is giving lessons and is a frequent player there.

I glide into my Vette and vroooom onto I-95, southbound. The ride will take 20 minutes.

While I’m driving I am thinking back to James and Irene’s unique wedding. Both were Trekkies and traveled to all the “Star Trek” Conventions they could find. I guess James got hooked on the Klingons and he would always try to speak their bizarre language. I found it fun, too, so every night we would hug our parents and then bawl, Maj Ram! (Good night!)

James and Irene even had several “Star Trek” uniforms. They bought them online, or from film studio auctions.

The round number, year 2000, was coming up. In all stores, post offices and restaurants there were large digital clocks, counting down to 2000. James wanted to get married one minute into the year 2000. His vision was to have a Klingon Wedding in Las Vegas, at the Hilton’s “Star Trek” Experience attraction; a ceremony on the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Wouldn’t that be an intergalactic experience? Irene couldn’t agree more. They invited 42 people and we’re all very excited to be going to Las Vegas. 

Lillian and Dexter paid for the whole kit and caboodle.

In Las Vegas they have wedding planners for any theme you can imagine. Since everything is open 24 hours a day, getting married one minute past midnight is no problem. The Elvis Presley wedding is the most popular. You can have Elvis walk you down the aisle, he can be your priest, or he can serenade you.

Also, the helicopter, air balloon and Grand Canyon weddings are in demand.

The Hilton’s “Star Trek” Experience wedding attraction offered five different wedding packages to choose from. The least expensive was $350 per person, and was called the Vulcan Vow Renewal Package. The most expensive was the Admirals Wedding. At $3,000 per person, this package included a ceremony on the bridge, dinner and drinks at Quark’s Bar and Grill, a band playing Galaxy music, and a photographer to record every memorable moment. 

So we had a winner!

The wedding photos and memories start to play in my head, and it’s like it’s happening now. I can see it.

Most of the wedding guests are dressed as Klingons, Borg, Ferengies and Andorians. All the Andorians have blue faces, white wigs and cranial antennas.

I’m dressed as Seven of Nine. Lovise is one of the few not wearing a costume. She came straight from a flight, and was not able to change clothes.

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Heads turn (even in Las Vegas) when we all walk into the Hilton Hotel. Inside, a huge Klingon greets us. 

“Qapla bath je!” (Success and honor!)

The guests who are versed in Klingon speech answer, “Lu’, Lu’!” (Yes, OK!)

The ceremony begins. All of us receive a com-badge, which is a small communication device. We pin it on our clothes, on the left side, just above our hearts.

As we’re ushered into a large white circle, we put our right hands over the com-badge insignia, and all yell simultaneously: “Scotty, beam us up!”

A bright light hits us and suddenly the floor is moving upwards. We’re lifted to the second floor, and then walk straight onto the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise. 

The crew, dressed in Starfleet uniforms, greets us. Too bad it isn’t the real crew, including William Shatner, alias Captain James T. Kirk. 

The Klingon Warriors start beating their drums. 

On the floor, standing on a lighted pedestal, are 42 absolutely magnificent Klingon Swords. 

We all go up to a sword and put our hands on top of it, we stand that way throughout the ceremony.

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The drums stop and the theme song from “Star Trek” blasts from the speakers. Irene and James face each other, their foreheads touching. It is a very tender scene.

The music ends and the couple, holding each other around the waist, recite their vows. Then they kiss and walk past us. Everyone goes into the mastakas (a mock sword attack), and with all the lights blinking on the bridge, the drums reach a crescendo as we “beam” down to Quark’s restaurant.

We are greeted by Klingon, Borg and Ferengi waiters. They hand us each a drink that looks like a volcano. At the bottom of a large cognac glass is a red blinking light. The glass has two chambers, one containing dry ice and the other vodka. The dry ice makes it look as if smoke is pouring out of the glass. 

I, of course, am the first who dares to drink it.

At the table there are fancy computers to take our orders. The menu is a piece of art in itself, with original names for the dishes.

My appetizer is a plate with The Holy Rings of Betazed (large crispy onion rings) stacked on a beautiful miniature steel sword. 

Starfleet Ship Salad features chopped greens tossed with shrimps, red onions, Roma tomatoes, sunflower seeds and feta cheese.

For the main course I have the Warp Wrap: a spinach tortilla, filled with delicious grilled marinated steak, surrounded by sautéed yellow, red and green bell peppers, red onions, Mexican rice, shredded lettuce, sour cream, pico de gallo and guacamole. 

Can I still manage dessert? Yes, I can’t resist Frozen Gagh (worms). On the “Star Trek” TV shows and movies we’d seen Klingons gobbling down live worms. Here we have to settle for gummy worms and Odo’s Chengelia chocolate ice cream.

All the food is served on huge plates bearing the Starfleet insignia.

The drinks also have inventive names, like Cardassian Cooler, Warp Core Breach, Riker Rita and Seven of Nine.

I order a Number One martini, which is handed to me by a Ferengi.

Lillian and Dexter are dressed as Andorians with white wigs, blue faces and a pair of antennas that wiggle every time they move their heads. Suddenly Lillian and Dexter jump on a table and ring a bell.

“Could the happy couple please approach the table,” Dexter hollers, waving sheets of paper over his head. Irene and James put on an attentive look, and strut over to the table.

“First, I would like to say,” Dexter continues, “this has been the most unusual and fun wedding I have ever been to, and probably ever will attend.”

“Qa tlho” (I thank you), James hollers back.

Now everybody is laughing and clapping their hands.

Lillian takes the papers from Dexter’s hand and says, “This is the deed to a house in Hollywood. Dexter and I would like to give you young people this as a wedding gift.” She points to a large TV screen and a beautiful house on the beach appears. 

Irene and James get so excited they forget all about being calm, cool Klingons as they start jumping up and down, hugging Lillian and Dexter and everybody in sight.

The band starts playing and soon we are all whooping it up on the dance floor.

The traffic is slow on south bound I-95, which gives me ample time to reminisce some more about the wedding in the year 2000. The pictures play on behind my eyes.

 


 

The chapter “Klingon Wedding” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Royal Dragonfly Book Award Winner

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I’m so happy a big thank you! To Story Monsters LLC and the Dragonfly Book Awards.

My Daughter and I got a 2nd Place for “Picture Books 6 & Older” and a Honorable Mention for “Education”, for our educational picture book “The Universe a Work of Art“. A children’s book about astronomy. Check it out on Amazon or iBooks.

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Ewa Lowe: Chapter 12

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

Going a Little Crazy

Hair-raising! 

A tingling feeling is going through my spine. I have never felt like this before. The vibration goes from my toes and up to the top of my head.

Could this be what being in love feels like?

My heart is pumping so hard that I have a ringing sensation in my ears. My nipples get hard when my breasts press against the steering wheel. 

I want to giggle, and I do giggle. I stretch my arm out and my sweaty hand grabs onto something rigid and hard. About 16 centimeters long and standing straight up, like a Queen’s Guard outside Buckingham Palace. I caress it with my fingers, thrusting it back and forth.

Electrifying!

I’m licking my lips and sniffing the air. I’m breathing heavily. What a divine smell! It makes me feel lightheaded. My leg is pumping gas and everything is vibrating.

Did the earth move for you too?

I stick my head out the window, smile at the car salesman and say, “I’ll take three!”

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An eyebrow hikes and he says; “So, you’ll take three Corvette 1982 Collector Editions?”

“Yes,” I say, while gracefully sliding out of the beautiful car, “and they should all be different colors. One car will be kept in Los Angeles, one in New York and the third I’ll keep here in Fort Lauderdale. That way I will always know from the color of the car what city I’m in.”

“Of course, Miss,” the car salesman answers, as if this really makes perfect sense, and he has heard it a hundred times before. 

This guy has no sense of humor! 

“I’d also like personalized license plates on the cars; let’s say; Ewa I, II and III.”

“Of course,” the salesman says and nods. 

I walk around the car. It really is a beauty! The color is silver metallic with a narrow red stripe along the sides. It has a frameless lift-up glass hatch.

Very cool. 

Inside it has silver and beige leather-wrapped upholstery and a leather-wrapped steering wheel. The engine is a V-8, 350-cid and it has an automatic transmission. 

Cool, cooler, coolest!

The salesman, who had disappeared into his office, comes back. 

“I had to call our main office in Miami. We only have this car here, but they have one in Los Angeles and one in Miami. You know, only 6,759 of these Collector babies were made in 1982, so you will probably be one of the few who has more than one.”

“What color are they?” I ask.

“The one in Miami is gold metallic and the other one is red.”

“Terrific,” I smile, “wrap them up, I’ll pay cash!” 

Eureka! The salesman actually cracked a smile.


 

The chapter “Going a Little Crazy” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Planet of the Month: Uranus

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Uranus

Uranus – Acrylic Painting by Eva Newermann

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The strangest planet must be Uranus. It lies at an angle, so that the north and south pole is where most other planets have their equator.

Uranus was not discovered until 1781. It has a blue-green color due to the presence of methane gas.

Uranus has the coldest planetary atmosphere in the Solar System, with a minimum temperature of approximately −224 °C.

Uranus takes 84 years to orbit our Sun.

 

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Den merkeligste planeten må være Uranus. Den ligger på skrå, med ringene i en uvant vinkel. Uranus ble ikke oppdaget før i 1781. Den har en blågrønn farge som skyldes metan. 

Metangassen sluker nemlig rødt og gult sollys, men sender tilbake blått sollys.

Uranus bruker hele 84 år på å gå i bane rundt Sola.

Hittil er det funnet 27 måner og 13 ringer rundt Uranus.

 

 

The Universe a Work of Art

Monthly facts brought to you from my eBook The Universe a Work of Art.