Friday, November 30, 2012

More to life

"Non est vivere sed valere vita est?" I responded to the man when he asked me why I would want to buy a worn toga and sash.

He shook his head, but took my money and gave me the very clothes of his back.  Then he wrapped himself in a blanket and went back into his home.  I presume to find something else to wear.  This allowed me to dress like the natives, and to "blend in" as they say.

Not that it would have mattered in the long run.

Anyway, it was a great day.  The sky was so blue.  Bluer than we see here with all of the jet trails and air pollution making the sky such a weak color.  I went to the market and found a street vendor that was selling dormice that was positively exquisite.

No I didn't have any real plans or a destination.  I just wanted to walk around and soak in the feel of the place.  And it was marvelous.  Life, commerce and the rich society pulsing around me.  I was truly enjoying myself.

But you know me.  I can never keep from getting involved in the local drama.

Well it so happened that as I was wandering around some of the back alleys, you know places that tourists are not normally found, that I came across a young girl.  And she was not having a very good time of it.  A much larger man was striking her and I just couldn't have that.

I shouted at the man to stop, but I don't think he understood me.  He heard me though, because he turned and looked at me, but in response he just spat at the ground.

He was about to go back to striking the girl, so I adopted a more universal form of communication.  I hit him over the head with a pottery jar.

Now I don't know if you have seen those shows where you hit a man with a bottle and they just crumple to the ground.  Well that is not really how things happen most of the time.   He did stop beating the girl, but he lashed out with the intent to turn his wrath upon me.

Really, I probably deserved it.  But luckily for me the alleyways are a bit narrow, so he couldn't get a good swing.  I dodged a couple of times, and then he struck me and I fell down.  This was not how I had planned the day.

In fact I wouldn't be able to even be telling you this story if it hadn't been for the girl.

Yep, I was saved by a girl.  And I am not ashamed to say it.  She hit him on the head from behind with a piece of fire wood.  Take a note of that.  Shattering a bottle or clay pot may be more dramatic, but a good old fashioned cudgel is much more effective if you are trying to take down your opponent.

Anyway, he fell on top of me, and I struggled to shift him off in the confines of the ally.  Afterwords the girl was practically hysterical.  She covered her mouth with one hand and pointed at the man she had just immobilized.  But the hand covering her mouth did nothing to stem or muffle the stream or words she was screaming.

Here is the way I figure it.  After I got involved, she figured that she would get a bigger beating, so she saved me.  But then she realized that I might just leave and she would have to deal with the man when he awoke.

It made sense to her that I might just leave her.  But of course I couldn't do that. "Tace!" I said to her to get her to stop her wailing.  She might attract more unwanted attention.   "Struit insidias lacrimis cum femina plorat."  But I must have said it wrong as she looked a bit angry.

I took her with me and climbed the hill side to get a better view of the city.  After a while she started mumbling to herself.  But we reached a place with a good view and I stopped to take some pictures.

That stopped her talking.  I don't think she had ever seen a camera before.  What am I saying.  Of course she had never seen a camera before.  After all, this was pompey, and cameras were centuries away.

It didn't take long, The volcano erupted, and soon the city was covered.  The market and particularly that marvelous street vender were gone.  That was a sad thing.  I didn't have remorse for the man in the alley, but the girl seemed to be greatly effected.  She was in tears when it was time to leave before our vantage point was covered.

No, I don't feel bad.  You know we don't interfere with history.  It causes all sorts of trouble and people can get cranky when they have to fix it.

No, I'm telling you.  It was none of my business anyway.  From our perspective they have been dead for a long time, I was just there to get some souvenir pictures, and some great food that you can't get anywhere else.

Oh, you mean the girl.  Well of course I took her with me.  I needed someone to help me with my ancient Latin studies.  Don't worry.

I plan to take her back before too long.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

A Smile Through Tears

I look up and see rainbows
as I smile through my tears.
And I know that Christ our savior
has balm for all my fears.

I know that what is lost to me
has already been found.
And in the arms of eternal love
our families are bound.

I reach out and take handfuls
of my present worldly cares.
And I know that Christ our savior
takes my load to bear.

I know that what is lost to me
has already been found.
And in the arms of eternal love
our families are bound.

I think of those departed,
they forge new paths above.
And I know that Christ our Savior
heals us all with love.

I know that what is lost to me
has already been found.
And in the arms of eternal love
our families are bound.

written by Roy Hayward on November 11, 2012
In memory of my son Frank Edward Hayward V.  We love you and look forward to the day we are reunited.

Friday, November 9, 2012


One of the many things that ticked off people like me about President Obama, was his perceived lack of belief in The Great Nation.  It is unpopular in my home to say, "Americans believe that America is great just as Frenchmen believe that France is great."  It might be an interesting topic to debate, but the leader of a country should be the lead promoter of that countries greatness.

I believe in greatness. 

For example, last week I took my wife out to eat.  We went to a little restaurant that we hadn't been to before.  It was great.  I was impressed with the food and service.  I posted about it on Facebook.  And I plan on telling my brothers about it next time we get together.  When I find something I believe is great, I tell others about it.  And I tell them what was so great about it.

I believe that America is great.  I believe we are great because we have an inspired constitution with liberties like freedom of speech and religion.  We are great because we have a culture of mavericks and entrepreneurs that push the edges of what can be done.  And we are great because we are charitable with out gifts giving more than any other nation or people to others in needs.

To me these are the things that make a nation great.

Truly great.

I have been to other nations.  And there are some great things about them.  But I still believe that America is the greatest of all nations.

I have met people from Asia and Europe that have some criticisms of my country.  But it really doesn't matter.  You may have some criticisms about a baseball hitter as he pushes the home run record of the season.  But you don't deny that he is great.  And when he sets that record, or breaks it, he becomes the greatest in that thing.

Even if he is not the best outfielder.  Or even if he likes dumb movies.  Even if…….

Greatness is not just an emotional reaction.  Everyone does not think they are the greatest at all things.  There is a comparative measurement.  Some things and some people and some nations are greater than other things, people and nations.

I believe this.  I know this.  I don't understand my fellow citizens that don't understand this too. 

What am I missing?

Sunday, November 4, 2012


Today, I am a bit distracted.  I have actually been distracted for a couple of weeks.  And I expect that I will be a bit distracted for a few more.  For me, this is the time of year for distractions.

I won't go into too much detail as to the root source of my distractions.

But this means that there are a few things that are difficult to do.  Like writing.  I have a couple of WIPs or works in progress.  There is another Periculum story in the works, temporarily called "Lot and Found".  I have my first novel, "Essen Century" that needs a major edit, and a few chapter rewrites.  I have a new novel, "The Legend of Trees" that is four chapters in and stuck because I don't have time.  And then there is my new NaNoWriMo project which is a really cool story called "Passion and Restraint" that takes the Christopher Brandon character from Jane Austin's "Sense and Sensibility" and tells his back story.  Lots of action there.

What does this have to do with distractions.  Well, when I set down to any of these projects, I am only able to write a few pages before my mind begins to wander and I end up wasting time.  Very frustrating.

Not that I am normally a writer with laser focus, but I am used to being able to set down and pound out 3 to 5 thousand words without losing focus.  Right now I am lucky to get past 1 thousand before I am toast.

So what do you do when you have lost your focus? I seem to watch a few youtube videos, listen to some music, watch documentaries on the solar system, and write a whiney blog post about how distracted I am.

Well, back to the grind stone.