For the record, as a frequent drive-thru customer, I have always had hand cleaner in my car. Sticky steering wheels are the worst! #BucktownBlocks #storycubes #dicetales #flashfiction #30words
Kaley’s favorite outing was walking with the kids. They’d be sure to pass the fire station for Kylie, and the neighborhood Little Free Library for Kyle. Oh, and a quick stop at Lululemon for her. #BucktownBlocks
Dog Walker or Nanny? Amy’s tally of people walking by her apartment’s front window during the pandemic was comprehensive in its simplicity. #BucktownBlocks
Ms Allred generally liked her daily commute to Pritzker School, alas not everyday was great because the Blue Line is frequently crowded. But today she couldn’t help smiling. She was standing in the back by a window and got a great view of the 606 right before getting off at Damen. #BucktownBlocks
Once Chris got started playing at Walsh Park it was pretty much impossible to get him to leave. Between the playground and running laps he was having too much fun. At least until he remembered what was for dinner! C-ya! #BucktownBlocks
I've written a short text adventure game you can play in your web browser. It's called "The Silver Ingot: A Las Vegas Adventure" and it's based on actual events.
To play, just click this link: Play Now
It has been decades since I last wrote a "choose your own adventure" game, and I used this opportunity to learn a more modern authoring and coding approach. (It's written using Twine2.) I hope you like it. If you've ever played ZORK or Colossal Cave, you'll feel right at home.
Begraafplaats (cemetery) Huis de Vraag (House of Inquiry) in Amsterdam isn’t near the tourist center of the city. To get there from our apartment in Plantage we took the subway to Centraal Station, then a tram, then walked for about a mile. Totally worth it.
The 1800s-era cemetery is a controlled wilderness surrounded by urban development, and if it weren’t home to at least 12,000 graves, it would have been lost years ago. It’s open to visitors during limited hours, but is no longer accepting new residents.
After circumnavigating the cemetery’s boundaries (because we couldn’t find the entrance), the first thing we noticed was an old pixie ring in the yard of the caretaker’s house.
Just beyond the gates proper, we were immediately met by a black cat who seemed to have been waiting for our arrival.
Seriously, and without exaggeration, after greeting us the cat begin walking down the pathway and kept turning back and mewing to make sure we were following.
Whenever we stopped to look at a grave, she would wait, then continue on — guiding us into corners and nooks we might not have discovered ourselves. It was a strange and delightful experience.
After several minutes of following the cat, when it was 3 or 4 meters ahead of us, it turned a blind corner. When we made the turn we were surprised to find a quiet lady tending to one of the graves. The cat had vanished — we never saw it again.
Nor did we see any other humans. Although prior visitors were in evidence as many of the graves were decorated with carefully laid nuts, which were plentiful from the low-hanging trees.
After our visit we stopped at the nearby Pipes and Beans cafe where we were the only Americans, and probably the only tourists, present. We loved the coffee and cake, and the proprietor asked with a wink if we were in town for the Amsterdam Dance Event (a citywide rave festival).
Addendum: Our visit was in October 2019. Several months after returning home I found this fun story about another couple who had almost the same experience as we did.
Inspired by reading Pop Goes the Weasel: The Secret Meanings of Nursery Rhymes by Albert Jack.