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I'm glad you cleared that up, CatKnight as I had picked up on something in the last post that perhaps was not truly there. As GhostWriter explained it, though, I do recall that happening between Black and Tom in an earlier post.
Still, Tom may become more aware of it, and as I was thinking before, perhaps Anne's death will force that awareness. Perhaps the anger of it will trigger some of that "essence of Black", or simply "black essence". It will be another great confrontation when it happens, to be sure.
And strange that you've had such side effects from the prednisone. I've taken that before and don't recall such. But then everyone has different reactions to pharmaceuticals. Let's hope you won't need too much more of it in the near (or long term future) so we can get back to this great story, and mostly so you can live breathing easily.
Still, Tom may become more aware of it, and as I was thinking before, perhaps Anne's death will force that awareness. Perhaps the anger of it will trigger some of that "essence of Black", or simply "black essence". It will be another great confrontation when it happens, to be sure.
And strange that you've had such side effects from the prednisone. I've taken that before and don't recall such. But then everyone has different reactions to pharmaceuticals. Let's hope you won't need too much more of it in the near (or long term future) so we can get back to this great story, and mostly so you can live breathing easily.
CatKnight: You folk are making me feel bad about running silent on 'Resurrection', which means you're doing a great job as readAARs...
we thank you for such an awesome and magnificent AAR. we would not be able to do "a great job as readAARs" if the AAR were not totally magnificent.
oh! ! and, yes, we respectfully await an update! !
we thank you for such an awesome and magnificent AAR. we would not be able to do "a great job as readAARs" if the AAR were not totally magnificent.
oh! ! and, yes, we respectfully await an update! !
Hi CatKnight. Just a note to say I am still reading through this as and when I have the time. Just completed page 14 - which means I am now only about 23 months behind! Exeter has just received the letter by Preston and gone off in a fit. Rutledge can do one hell of a speech is all I can say.
Exeter has just received the letter by Preston and gone off in a fit. Rutledge can do one hell of a speech is all I can say.
CatKnight: ...GhostWriter: ...As you say though, SOMEONE 'summoned' him through time.
hmmm. would not that "SOMEONE" have the ability to foresee that our Tom would be successful? ?
hmmm. would not that "SOMEONE" have the ability to foresee that our Tom would be successful? ?
I've been reading this story for a long time; it's really the thing which gave me the idea of joining the forum to try creating an AAR. I just wanted to say how much I enjoy the writing... From now on I'll try to comment now and again.
CatKnight: You folk are making me feel bad about running silent on 'Resurrection'...
of course, we would not mind an update! !
of course, we would not mind an update! !
GhostWriter said:CatKnight: You folk are making me feel bad about running silent on 'Resurrection'...
of course, we would not mind an update! !
Indeed.
In his rather funny acceptance speech (speech? Post?), CatKnight mentioned that he has injured his hand, making typing a very slow process. I fear that update might have to wait a little longer still.
Hope your hand heals soon, Cat!
Hope your hand heals soon, Cat!
i missed that mention of hand injury. i just looked back over the last 75 posts, and did not see it...Stuyvesant said:In his rather funny acceptance speech (speech? Post?), CatKnight mentioned that he has injured his hand, making typing a very slow process. I fear that update might have to wait a little longer still.
Hope your hand heals soon, Cat!
anyway, i can relate to having a hand injury. although, in my case it was hand surgery. the hand is now better than before the surgery, but still apparently permanently less than normal. fortunately, at least it still is improving.
that said, the bottom line is: "Hope your hand heals soon, Cat! !
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GhostWriter - It's in the Showcase thread that CatKnight made mention of it.
And I agree - Hope that hand gets better CatKnight!
And I agree - Hope that hand gets better CatKnight!
A non-update update. Don't you hate these things?
First, I hope you're still trying to catch up, stynlan! And welcome Quintillian!
Stuyvesant's right in that I hurt my hand at work making it hard to type. As it stands I've become pretty good at typing with nine fingers, and the stitches come off Monday, so I think we're past that.
(Yes, I'm having one hell of an autumn.)
My job kinda wiped me out for the last few weeks, which didn't help me with my writing...Tanneberg pretty much dried up too. I'm back now though, and I think that too will clear up.
Now I just have to figure out where I put all my notes, and I'll update.
Thanks everyone for your encouragement!
First, I hope you're still trying to catch up, stynlan! And welcome Quintillian!
Stuyvesant's right in that I hurt my hand at work making it hard to type. As it stands I've become pretty good at typing with nine fingers, and the stitches come off Monday, so I think we're past that.
(Yes, I'm having one hell of an autumn.)
My job kinda wiped me out for the last few weeks, which didn't help me with my writing...Tanneberg pretty much dried up too. I'm back now though, and I think that too will clear up.
Now I just have to figure out where I put all my notes, and I'll update.
Thanks everyone for your encouragement!
From the AAR with more restarts than most NASCAR auto races...
Massachusetts
July 1784
"I don't know, Phillip." John Adams indicated the tavern around them: twenty or thirty men, an eclectic mix of prosperous merchants and seamen on liberty from the USS Boston, and shook his head. "Most people would disagree with you. The country's doing well, and if South Carolina wants to drink from the chamber pot I'm inclined to let 'em. Edward Rutledge was never a friend of mine anyhow."
Captain, now Congressman Waymouth slapped his mug down and beckoned to a waitress. Ironically, this was the perfect place for this kind of conversation, offering much more anonymity than a quiet office. "You don't like what's going on in Philadelphia any more than I do. It's why you refused to go back, isn't it?"
"Philadelphia is another matter, isn't it? You won't find much reason down there."
"All the more reason to step in." Waymouth nodded as his beer arrived. "And it gives you an extra chance to snub Jefferson."
John Adams' eyes brightened, then he shook his head. "You're going to have to get far more subtle in your manipulations if you plan to do well in politics, my friend."
"I don't plan to do well. I hate it." Waymouth sipped his beer.
"Then why did you accept?"
The congressman surveyed the room. People did seem happy, blissfully unaware their country was run by lunatics. Maybe that was true in any country. He shrugged. "My body was done serving America. I wasn't."
Adams nodded and leaned back, savoring his ale. "And even if I did agree, what do we have? A general who may be mad, and definitely left his post. He's worthless from a political standpoint - a liability."
"Then don't use him." Waymouth leaned forward. "The man has no strategy, just an insistence we deal with this Rutledge fellow. Very well, we can do that, but only if Congress is strong enough to tell Carolina to get back in line. Right now we can't. The Articles do not allow of it. The Articles also provide almost no guidelines on how Congress should operate, which is how Jefferson's managed half of what he has." He folded his arms. "You know as well and I New York and New Hampshire are still bickering about what to do with Vermont. Every time Congress tries to settle it, one or the other keeps raising objections. We're never going to get anywhere like this."
"I know this!" Adams retorted. "I've argued the same. You know how paranoid everyone is about state rights. If we trod on New York or New Hampshire, or yes even Carolina, they may be next. We fought for years precisely to stop that kind of thing."
"I fought for years, because you in Congress needed me. Congress. Our country. Not just Massachusetts, all of us."
Adams' eyes blazed. "I put my honor and body on the line as much as you, Captain. When they captured you, they put you in a hospital. If they captured me, they'd have hung me."
Waymouth waved his hand. "You miss my point."
"Then make it!"
"The point is that during the wars the twelve colonies stood together as one nation, and that's what is at risk now. I read a number of pamphlets that said we were to fight tyranny. Well, we may have one in Charleston, and I know there's one in Pennsylvania!"
"Shh!" Adams glared around the tavern, but none seemed to pay them much mind. "So what are you proposing, Phillip? A second revolution? Or would that be third?" He smiled darkly.
"A political one, perhaps. We need to throw out the Articles and come up with something that makes sense, something that gives us enough to help if a state finds itself in trouble, but also offers guidelines so Congress can't lock Americans out of the process again."
John Adams nodded. "An interesting idea, Phillip. Do you have any idea how to make it happen?"
The former army officer chuckled. "That's why I came to you."
"Assuming I agree."
Waymouth bowed slightly.
Adams considered. No, clearly something needed to be done and he'd spent the past nine months deciding exactly what. Now here comes his replacement, bearing a deserter general talking of atrocities in Carolina. As it stood, the only way to do anything about that would be to complain to the Carolina Assembly, which apparently didn't even bother meeting anymore. This would call for completely reworking the government, which meant convincing Congress that they weren't working out.
Only the king of fools would take his case.
It would anger Thomas Jefferson.
It could ruin Edward Rutledge.
He grinned. Convincing the Massachusetts Legislature would take about five minutes.
Waymouth watched his expression and matched the grin. "I can buy you New Hampshire."
What? "How can you do that?"
"Let's say I know something that Mister Andrews wishes I didn't."
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Massachusetts
July 1784
"I don't know, Phillip." John Adams indicated the tavern around them: twenty or thirty men, an eclectic mix of prosperous merchants and seamen on liberty from the USS Boston, and shook his head. "Most people would disagree with you. The country's doing well, and if South Carolina wants to drink from the chamber pot I'm inclined to let 'em. Edward Rutledge was never a friend of mine anyhow."
Captain, now Congressman Waymouth slapped his mug down and beckoned to a waitress. Ironically, this was the perfect place for this kind of conversation, offering much more anonymity than a quiet office. "You don't like what's going on in Philadelphia any more than I do. It's why you refused to go back, isn't it?"
"Philadelphia is another matter, isn't it? You won't find much reason down there."
"All the more reason to step in." Waymouth nodded as his beer arrived. "And it gives you an extra chance to snub Jefferson."
John Adams' eyes brightened, then he shook his head. "You're going to have to get far more subtle in your manipulations if you plan to do well in politics, my friend."
"I don't plan to do well. I hate it." Waymouth sipped his beer.
"Then why did you accept?"
The congressman surveyed the room. People did seem happy, blissfully unaware their country was run by lunatics. Maybe that was true in any country. He shrugged. "My body was done serving America. I wasn't."
Adams nodded and leaned back, savoring his ale. "And even if I did agree, what do we have? A general who may be mad, and definitely left his post. He's worthless from a political standpoint - a liability."
"Then don't use him." Waymouth leaned forward. "The man has no strategy, just an insistence we deal with this Rutledge fellow. Very well, we can do that, but only if Congress is strong enough to tell Carolina to get back in line. Right now we can't. The Articles do not allow of it. The Articles also provide almost no guidelines on how Congress should operate, which is how Jefferson's managed half of what he has." He folded his arms. "You know as well and I New York and New Hampshire are still bickering about what to do with Vermont. Every time Congress tries to settle it, one or the other keeps raising objections. We're never going to get anywhere like this."
"I know this!" Adams retorted. "I've argued the same. You know how paranoid everyone is about state rights. If we trod on New York or New Hampshire, or yes even Carolina, they may be next. We fought for years precisely to stop that kind of thing."
"I fought for years, because you in Congress needed me. Congress. Our country. Not just Massachusetts, all of us."
Adams' eyes blazed. "I put my honor and body on the line as much as you, Captain. When they captured you, they put you in a hospital. If they captured me, they'd have hung me."
Waymouth waved his hand. "You miss my point."
"Then make it!"
"The point is that during the wars the twelve colonies stood together as one nation, and that's what is at risk now. I read a number of pamphlets that said we were to fight tyranny. Well, we may have one in Charleston, and I know there's one in Pennsylvania!"
"Shh!" Adams glared around the tavern, but none seemed to pay them much mind. "So what are you proposing, Phillip? A second revolution? Or would that be third?" He smiled darkly.
"A political one, perhaps. We need to throw out the Articles and come up with something that makes sense, something that gives us enough to help if a state finds itself in trouble, but also offers guidelines so Congress can't lock Americans out of the process again."
John Adams nodded. "An interesting idea, Phillip. Do you have any idea how to make it happen?"
The former army officer chuckled. "That's why I came to you."
"Assuming I agree."
Waymouth bowed slightly.
Adams considered. No, clearly something needed to be done and he'd spent the past nine months deciding exactly what. Now here comes his replacement, bearing a deserter general talking of atrocities in Carolina. As it stood, the only way to do anything about that would be to complain to the Carolina Assembly, which apparently didn't even bother meeting anymore. This would call for completely reworking the government, which meant convincing Congress that they weren't working out.
Only the king of fools would take his case.
It would anger Thomas Jefferson.
It could ruin Edward Rutledge.
He grinned. Convincing the Massachusetts Legislature would take about five minutes.
Waymouth watched his expression and matched the grin. "I can buy you New Hampshire."
What? "How can you do that?"
"Let's say I know something that Mister Andrews wishes I didn't."
So we know how the Constitution is planned within this framework of demonry, and we get to hear something about New Hampshire. Presumably that Mr. Andrews is not who he says he is. As long as it keeps Vermont out of the hands of those scoundrels from next to Maine, I am happy.
Excellent! And I always love a good Adams scene. Actually, if it's revolution they want (political or otherwise) I am sure Jefferson could be brought around. You know he was never one to be afraid of such an idea and actually advocated frequent change to keep the republic fresh and honest.