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Thank You, Dear Readers - We're a Bestseller!

6/12/2024

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Thank you, Dear Readers - We're a Bestseller!

I don't like to brag, but it sure feels good to know you like my book, Dear Readers! I do hope that you are having fun with the stories. And that perhaps here and there one of my adventures inspires you to try a new opportunity, to take a chance, explore the unknown, and have an exhilarating experience yourself! Or turn what seems an ordinary moment into an extraordinary one by simply shifting your perspective.

And I'd love to hear from you. Other people's stories intrigue me. It's fascinating to hear different points of view, and learn of things I haven't heard of myself.

So please send me a note here, or visit me on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter/X. I post new photos of places I've visited near and far, new happenings in our astonishing world of science, space and rockets often. And I love sharing with followers oddments in music, language and all the arts as an article, piece of art or language bit calls out to me.

One last thought. We authors thrive on reviews. Please visit the website of the place from which you purchased my book, and jot what it was that you felt about it.

Thank you so much.
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Miracle Kitty Part 4

11/29/2023

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Cbester L. Richards story Miracle Kitty Part 4
There was more to the kittens’ wild genetic heritage than exceptional hunting skills. Merlin and Misty loved trees. Wild leopards are tree dwellers as well as ground hunters. They typically sleep in trees. No need to call the fire department for rescue if our cats were up in a tree. They were at home there.  Chasing the squirrels around from branch to branch became one of their favorite sports.
 
The cats inherited more than just trees and hunting. Our house had a swimming pool. I used to keep it covered to reduce evaporation until I realized this did little good and served mostly to impede its easy use. One day I was rolling up the pool cover when Merlin jumped onto the unspooled portion. I yelled at him to get off of there but it was too late. He lost his purchase on the plastic and slid down the incline straight into the water.
 
Even though I was still dressed I was about to jump in and rescue my dear friend. But then I realized Merlin was perfectly happy. He started paddling around the pool without the slightest sign of distress. After a bit he swam back over to the pool cover, clawed a grip, pulled himself out of the water then shook himself dry. After that Merlin showed no sign of fear of the pool, often walking right on the edge. I shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, Merlin and Misty had webbed feet, and I learned they were very close cousins of the web-toed Leopard Cat, the Asian Fishing Cat that makes its living diving for fish.
 
For a few weeks in the middle of the night we would hear Merlin, at the far end of the house, singing away. What was he doing? On inspection we discovered that Merlin had a friend. A bobcat was coming to visit. The two of them, sitting on either side of the dining room slider would paw the glass and talk to each other. The bobcat was skittish though so we kept our distance. Then, one day I looked out the slider and there was Merlin. How had he gotten out of house? I knew no doors had been opened. Suddenly I realized it wasn’t Merlin. The bobcat had come to visit during the day. What fooled me was his coloration and markings were almost identical to Merlin’s. Merlin dashed up, they greeted each other, and the two of them walked side by side down the length of the glass wall. The bobcat was almost exactly twice as long as Merlin and Merlin was a big cat! That was the last we saw of the bobcat. Apparently having seen me, he came thereafter only at night.
 
I mentioned that Merlin had an exceptional talent for spatial analysis. One evening Sarah and I were watching a wildlife documentary. Merlin was sitting next to my chair. On the screen a bear was walking across an empty grassy landscape. Merlin was fascinated. He had not seen a bear before and he was very curious. He moved up closer to the television screen to get a better view. The bear ambled by a lone tree. Merlin, suddenly realizing the great size of the animal, dashed behind my chair and hid there for the rest of the show.
 
As the cats matured Merlin became increasingly independent. When he was about two years old we began to be concerned that Merlin might turn feral. His behavior was increasingly odd. Then, one evening he didn’t show up at the usual dinner call. Since he usually prowled around down the hill I got in the car and drove down to see if I could find him. Sure enough, there he was. I opened the car door and he dashed up and jumped in, happy to see me. After that both cats were grounded. We would only allow them outside in the backyard and then only if we were present. What we didn’t realize is that Merlin had a serious problem. He hadn’t deliberately rejected the call. That evening when he didn’t come for dinner the climb back up the hill must have been too much for him.
 
Playing in the back yard the cats found plenty of places to climb and amble about. One of Merlin’s favorite gambols was to jump from the fence to the roof of the house, to better survey the neighborhood. A few days after the grounding, he made the leap – usually easy for him. But this time he didn’t make it. For an instant he grabbed hold of the gutter but lost his grip and fell hard on the pavement below.
 
We scooped him up and took him right to the vet. After a long examination the news wasn’t good. Merlin was suffering from spindle cell cancer. He had weeks, or maybe months to live, no longer. There was a small ray of hope, though. There was one case in the literature where a cat with spindle cell had lived to the age of five. That was small comfort.
 
We were given some tranquilizers for Merlin, but he wouldn’t take them. Even if they were forced down his throat he would regurgitate the pills, stash or hide them in the pouch of his cheek and spit them out later. We found them scattered around the floor. Merlin very much did not like what those pills did to him. We stopped trying. Let Merlin be Merlin.
 
Oddly, while he no longer had the physical agility he once had, nothing else seemed to change. He was still an active, happy, affectionate cat. He still, every morning, engaged in Misty’s rough and tumble teasing. Without being tranquilized he was as curious and bold as ever. He showed no signs of the predicted sudden decline.
 
Every six months we would take him to the vet’s for an examination. Every time the report came back the same: no further deterioration. A year passed, then two. The people at the veterinary hospital all knew Merlin by then. They were now rooting for him. They began calling him their “miracle kitty” because of his exceptional longevity with this deadly cancer.
 
Five years passed and Merlin was now famous within the veterinary community. The word had spread widely for this was no ordinary hospital. It was located in Thousand Oaks, California. Back in the old days Thousand Oaks was home to Jungleland. This was the place where the Ringling Brothers Circus trained its big animals: lions, tigers, and elephants. The great Clyde Beatty, demonstrating his big cat training, was a featured attraction.
 
The veterinary hospital was established to care for those magnificent creatures. It was staffed by the nation’s top professionals. Jungleland was gone by the time we had arrived, but the hospital was still there and it was still the preferred clinic for exotic animals. Merlin had the very best care.
 
Every six months we would take Merlin in for an exam. Every time the staff would cluster around to greet Merlin. Nothing changed and the years of this now famous Miracle Kitty rolled on.
 
Ten years had passed since we brought the kittens home. I was in great pain from a very difficult surgery — the inside of my skull had been reconstructed – when the Reaper came visiting. It wasn’t sudden. We had days of warning. One morning Misty began her usual tease. But this time Merlin backed away. He wouldn’t let her touch him. Sarah and I bundled him down to the vet’s. The news was bad. Merlin had a large tumor bulging from his side. It had grown so quickly – mostly since the previous day ­— that we hadn’t noticed. Merlin had days to live. A narcotic was prescribed but, as usual, Merlin spit the pills out. He preferred a clear head.
 
For a few days Merlin rallied. He ate well and seemed his old self. Misty kept him constant company. She knew this was bad. Then, one evening I found Merlin lying half paralyzed. He had no control over his hind quarters. I took Merlin into a place of comfort and sat close to him. Far into the night we consoled each other, me singing softly to Merlin and Merlin’s musical voice returning the affection. Eventually Merlin slept and I was able to get a few hours, myself, before the inevitable events in the morning.
 
At the vet’s some of the old timers came in to say goodbye to their friend, the Miracle Kitty. Then the tranquilizer took effect. I cradled Merlin’s head in my hand as he gazed at me, love in his eyes. His heart stopped and so did the sparkle.
 
Each year, on the anniversary of Merlin’s passing, paperwhite lilies bloom for a few days where Merlin’s ashes were scattered.

© 2023 Chester L. Richards. All rights reserved.

#cats #Merlin #hunting #stories #catstories #ChesterLRichardsBlog #memoirs #kittens

Miracle Kitty Part 1  │   Miracle Kitty Part 2  │  Miracle Kitty Part 3
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From The Potato to Star Trek and Beyond ranks #13 on Amazon!

11/2/2023

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'From the Potato to Star Trek and Beyond' Hits #13 on Amazon
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Thanks to all who have been buying my book From The Potato to Star Trek and Beyond.  I am so grateful and hope you enjoy reading about my adventures as much as I enjoyed having, and writing about them.

New review:


⭐⭐⭐⭐
Without hesitation, I wholeheartedly recommend The Potato to Star Trek and Beyond: Memoirs of a Rocket Scientist with its shining 5-star rating. It is a captivating read that will leave a lasting impression on any reader fortunate enough to embark on this heartfelt journey."
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Julia K. Goodman

Buy your copy now!
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New Video -- Letters to Sarah

10/4/2023

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My Dear Sarah, The Reason For My Stories

Those of you who know me, or who have read my book, know that I came home one day from work, eager to tell my dear Sarah all about my day. But on opening the door, I did not hear her usual cheerful greeting. I went inside, and found my love sitting in her wheelchair, at the door to the bathroom. She told me she'd been waiting there for me for a while, got up, took a few steps toward me, and collapsed.

The loss of the love of my life not long after almost did me in. But writing, and my dear Sarah, wound up bringing me back to life. I hope you, too, find inspiration in the power of writing to heal. And even, in time, recover your own zest for the adventures life brings.
Letters to Sarah Video
Letters to Sarah Blog Post
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New Video -- Sam Street's Mystical Rescue

8/6/2023

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Sam Street's Mystical Rescue

Join us for an unforgettable journey as Chester recounts a mystical rescue adventure led by the legendary Sam Street during the Grand Canyon expedition. The trip took an unexpected turn when part of the group found themselves stranded in a hanging canyon with no way down.

As the adventure unfolds, we learn just how mystical Sam really is, and another reason why he became such a legend.

The full story is in Chester's book, From The Potato to Star Trek and Beyond.
Watch Sam Street's Mystical Rescue Now
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New Video -- White Water Guide Sam Street

7/24/2023

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In this video, Chester shares a riveting story from his first trip down the Grand Canyon in 1974, another time when he almost got killed. A bit of background, from "The Cliff," in his book:

"Sam was average in height and deeply bronzed. His long, well groomed, sandy hair hung down almost to his waist and his face was swathed in a similarly long sun bleached beard. He wasn't wearing much — a ragged pair of gym shorts with patches of skin showing through, and a colorful bandana tied over his head. There was little to distinguish this Trip Captain from the rest of his piratical appearing crew. Except for his crown. Snugged down over his bandana was a large, battered, broad brimmed hat of dubious origin and considerable character.

"Legend has it Sam was moseying down the road one day when he came to an intersection with a sign reading Sam Street. This, he thought, was a most excellent name. So he went to the Court House and became Sam Street...

"This trip we were on was all about The River — the Colorado River. We were gathered, nearly five decades ago, under Sam's leadership for a voyage through the depths of the Grand Canyon. Sam's command was a small fleet of inflated rafts powered by long oars. O.A.R.S. — Outdoor Adventure River Specialists — was the name of the renowned whitewater river rafting company.

Excerpt © 2023 Chester L. Richards. From "The Cliff," story in From The Potato to Star Trek and Beyond: Memoirs of a Rocket Scientist.  All rights reserved.
#adventures #whitewater #ColoradoRiver #GrandCanyon #video

Stay Dry as you watch Chester tell the hair raising Tale
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New Video -- Addis Ababa Bus Confrontation

7/17/2023

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New video with Chester L. Richards and Ina Hillebrandt-- Addis Ababa -- on a bus at gunpoint

Join me as I relive a heart-stopping adventure during an expedition in Ethiopia in 1976, a time of revolution in the country. During a bus ride to the Awash area, we encountered a tense situation I have never forgotten.
"Military checkpoints along the highway caused us some trepidation. We were stopped at one and some of us got off the bus to relieve ourselves. Along the roadway to our right was a high embankment covered with bushes and trees. A militia man with a rifle, well polished with use, followed us back onto the bus and started walking down the aisle checking our passports. Someone in the bus called out to be careful with that gun of his. “Gun” was one of the few words of English that he understood. So, he immediately started a search to see if we had any weapons which could be confiscated. When he came to me he saw the camera in my lap. He swung his rifle around and pointed it towards my belly, his finger nervous on the trigger. I froze..."
From the story "Land of Troubles," published in my book "From The Potato to Star Trek and Beyond." 
© 2022 Chester L. Richards. All rights reserved.
#AddisAbaba #Adventures #Ethiopia

Hold your breath as you watch Addis Ababa Video!
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Reagan Presidential Library July 4, 2023

7/10/2023

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Reagan Presidential Library - Treasure Trove of U.S. History, plus Historically Significant Traveling Exhibits

July 4, 2023, Simi Valley, CA: The occasion for my visit was to attend the unveiling of the beautiful Sally Ride statue at The Ronald Reagan Presidential Library. More about that in a minute. First, a bit of background on the scene.

From the time you drive up Presidential Drive to the main entrance, the setting for the Library is impressive, and beautiful. Vistas abound as you walk up to the buildings houssing the permanent and traveling exhibits. On this day, the 247th birthday of our nation, there was a special festive atmosphere. Children and grownups alike sported red white and blue outfits, and spangly silver as well as red white and blue stars on their faces.

A band did a lively rendition of a Johnny Cash song, and various characters from our country's past were on hand to greet visitors and talk history.

There were also games for both kids and grownups, and the exhibits. Before the unveiling, we had time to visit one of the permanent exhibits, the Air Force One Pavilion, what friends have called "The Wow Room." That's the one where you can see and board Air Force One
, tail number 27000, the plane used as "The Flying Office" by seven U.S. Presidents in all from 1973 to 2001: Presidents Nixon, Carter, Ford, Reagan, George H.W. Bush, Clinton and George W. Bush. Astonishing how small it seems inside, compared to what one would expect. But what a sight, standing under its appropriately huge wings. Inside a building!

Also in the Wow Room: one of President Reagan's presidential limousines and Secret Service suburbans (later referred to as "The Beast(s),") part of the permanent exhibit on presidential motorcades. Plaques you can zoom in to read tell us that the Secret Service began driving presidents in 1945, previously following presidents' limousines in separate vehicles.  Also that to insure presidents' safety, beginning in the 1960s the Beasts were flown to countries the presidents were visiting for official business.

At the time we visited, there was a major traveling exhibit about the Holocaust: Auschwitz, not long ago and not far away, to which large numbers of schools have been sending students for educational purposes. The exhibit contains 700 horrifying artifacts,
objects from the Auschwitz-Birkenau State Museum as well as more than 20 institutions and museums all over the world, and tells the story of "perpetrators as well as victims who lived inside."   The exhibit is to close August 13. If you wish to see it, you can buy tickets at the link above in this paragraph.

Dr. Sally Ride Inspiration for Women -- of all ages

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And finally, we were able to watch the full ceremony unveiling the beautiful statue of Dr. Sally Ride, the first woman astronaut, and the person President Reagan selected to solve the mystery of what led to the Challenger disaster. In the film you'll see the lively sister of Sally Ride, Bear Ride, alongside the painting of that most inspiring woman who told young girls they should "Reach for the stars!" Dr. Bear Ride is continuing this invaluable message for girls and women around the globe through her foundation ridefoundation.org. Her speech at the event told the story of how the matriarch of the family inspired both Sally and herself to be whatever they wanted to be.

Thanks to filmmaker Steven C. Barber for inviting me to attend. He was the "Energizer Bunny" as Dr. Bear Ride put it, who organized the project of creating and producing both the lovely statue and its home at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library. Thanks also to David Trulio, president and chief executive officer of the Ronald Reagan Presidential Foundation and Institute for hosting this event, and providing important exhibits to the public.

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Miracle Kitty Part 3

7/7/2023

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Photo Merlin and Misty pussycats. Photo and story © Chester L. Richards.
Merlin (Left) and Misty (in the bed)
If Merlin had the brains, Misty had the brawn. Fully grown, but still young, Misty was sitting on the floor of the dining room. Eight feet above a fly bounced against the ceiling. Misty’s head swiveled back and forth as she tracked this annoying intruder through its random flight. Suddenly, from her seated position, Misty leaped up and grabbed the fly as it bounced along the ceiling. Back on the floor, and with a very satisfied expression on her face, Misty tongued the fly to her teeth. Crunch! The fly met its swift demise.
 
As I said, Misty was a great athlete. If there had been a Kitty Olympics Misty would easily have taken the Gold.
 
Kittens grow quickly. Soon it was time for them to be introduced to the great outdoors, under supervision, of course. Near the house Sarah and I supervised. Later, as the cats became accustomed to the outside world, Sunny took over their training, leading them into the wilderness, teaching them how to survive the predatory hazards that abound there.
 
As expected, the kittens made mistakes. One day I was uncovering the swimming pool when Merlin hopped onto the free remnant of the cover and started strutting around, amused by its oscillations beneath his feet. I tried to warn him off that dangerous place, but Merlin ignored me and walked ever closer to the cover’s drooping edge. Suddenly, he started sliding. Frantic, he tried clawing into the material, but the fabric resisted and he slid, backwards, right into the deep water.
 
I was ready to jump in, clothes and all, to rescue the drowning cat. Except, this cat was not drowning. Not a bit! Merlin looked at me with an expression of pure joy, and started paddling around the pool as if he had been born to it. Now, I had long been aware of a Bengal’s affinity for water. This breed loves to play in the tub with a couple of inches of water to splash around in. But swimming in a pool was not even rumored. Yet, there Merlin was, happily swimming around without the slightest sign of distress. After a while he found the steps, climbed out of the pool, shook off sprays of water and came trotting up to soak me, as well.
 
Though Merlin never showed fear of the water, Misty, by way of contrast, kept her distance from the pool. Merlin often quite casually walked along the very edge of the pool, never concerned about falling in. Once in a while, when he was thirsty, he would lean far down and take a drink, much as do the larger wild animals around here. Of course, as I had discovered during a close examination of his paws, Merlin had webbed feet. Maybe an ancestor of Merlin and Misty had acquired genes from an Asian Fishing Cat — a wild cat that dives deep in lakes and rivers to catch the fish that it feeds upon. Such cross breeding would explain the very large size of our kittens’ dad, as well as Merlin’s webbed feet.
 
Merlin was remarkable in another way. He did not meow, like most cats. His voice was a wonderful musical instrument. It had the resonances of a bassoon’s upper register. His greeting was a fragment of a symphony. Charming! To this day I still hear Merlin’s voice when a symphony orchestra is playing.
 
For the fast-growing kittens the wilderness proved to be fun. The wilderness was also a happy hunting ground, part of the fun, no doubt.
 
Their greatest delight was chasing squirrels. Now, squirrels love trees. They feel nice and safe high up within the protective arboreal thicket. Oddly enough, so, too, do Bengals. Perhaps this is the legacy of another of their wild ancestors, the Leopard cats who hunt in the trees of Asia. In any case, Merlin and Misty had good sport merrily chasing the squirrels right into their lairs deep among the branches. “Okay,” a squirrel would respond, “see how you like this move.” Whereupon the squirrel would dash right out to the bendy, whippy end of the limb and leap to another, many feet away. Misty, in the lead with Merlin close behind, would chase after the squirrel, but not quite so far out on the branch since Misty was heavier than the squirrel. Much to the squirrel’s astonishment, and evident dismay, Misty, too, would make the long leap to the other branch, Merlin leaping after her. Don’t get me wrong, this was pure play for the fast-growing kittens — nothing malicious intended. It took some time for the squirrels to recognize this and relax — somewhat. Still, the squirrels never let Misty and Merlin get too close.
 
The serious hunting was done on the ground. At the time the neighborhood was suffering from major infestations of gophers and their predators, rattlesnakes. Misty and Merlin took care of the problem. First they went after the gophers. With their primary food supply gone most of the rattlers subsequently went missing. The few, hunger weakened, vipers that were left were easily dispatched by these lightening quick cats.
 
Hunting gophers required precise coordination. First, the kittens used their keen hearing to locate the two openings to each gopher den. While Merlin attacked the entrance with furious digging Misty waited patiently at the exit to catch and dispatch the panicked gophers as they fled from the security of their nests. The lawns in the neighborhood were soon blessedly free from their myriad gopher holes.
 
There was something uncanny about the way these two worked together. On occasion I would see them walking side by side, in perfect step, their ears swiveling in unison, their heads swinging back and forth as one, their tails switching side to side, together. The two looked for all the world like a single organism with eight legs. Sarah maintained that, in that state, they really were one for they were communicating telepathically.
 
Sarah’s theory was that these higher level animals communicate by exchanging pictures rather than words. Sarah apparently could do some of this herself for I often watched her easily taming wild animals. She said she simply told them that she was one of them. They evidently believed her. There were incidents from her past which made her theory at least somewhat plausible: One summer she worked as a Forest Ranger watching for fires from the top of a mountain. Living near the lookout tower was a bear. This momma bear, together with her cub, would, every week, walk close by Sarah’s side as she made the long trek down to the base camp to pick up supplies. Sarah’s affinity for wild animals attracted the attention of Ella, the Shaman of the Nez Perce Indian tribe. Ella trained Sarah to be a tribal shaman and then adopted her. That was how Sarah became a member of the tribe. Having learned her lessons well, Sarah said that Ella knew far more about wild animals and how they communicate than any academic biologist.
 
Whether Merlin and Misty’s communication was telepathic or by some other means, it was fascinating to watch them at work, or at play, always strangely synchronized.

Please do visit again to see what happened next with Old Merlin (our First Merlin Cat).

© 2023 Chester L. Richards. All rights reserved.
#cats #Merlin #hunting #stories #catstories #ChesterLRichardsBlog #memoirs #kittens

Miracle Kitty Part 1  │   Miracle Kitty Part 2

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New Video - Sirens on the Omo

6/16/2023

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New Video - Sirens on the Omo

Embark on a mesmerizing journey with Chester and Ina as Chester recounts a unique musical experience during an expedition in Ethiopia. Chester shares a captivating story from his expedition down the Awash River in Eastern Ethiopia, a region known for its rich paleontological history.
Premiering June 16 noon PT!
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    Hello, and happy to see you here! A little about what's behind these stories: Having retired from the world of aerospace engineering, I now spend time reading, inventing, listening to music, taking photographs and sharing them with  friends. And writing stories. Often about people I've met as I've traveled to exotic places, learned about music, surfing, white water rafting, optics, photography. Every story is true. I hope you enjoy them. 

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