When she was born Silvia noticed that the color of her scales was different from those of all of her brothers and sisters. Theirs were golden scales and made them look  like golden rays of sun swimming in the large pond which Silvia knew as “home”. And most of the other older fish inhabiting the pond were various shades of yellow and gold too. Silvia was more like the color of the rocks along the sides of her home and she wished that she were a beautiful golden shade too.

Also Silvia seemed to always get blamed for any trouble that, especially her brothers, would cause. When there was a commotion, except for feeding time of course, it seemed as though every creature in the pond stared at just her!
Some of the frogs were gray and the slugs were grayish but she was a “GOLD…fish” that somehow wasn’t very gold!

Silvia tried to swim in the bright sun rays that gleamed into the pond hoping to capture the sun’s color but it just made her look  more  silvery. Silvia did notice that the other fish were sometimes confused and weren’t sure which “Gold” fish was which and called them by the wrong names. But everyone knew who Silvia was, but that didn’t make Silvia feel special. And anyhow Silvia didn’t need to feel “special” she just wanted to fit in and be one of the school.

At school one day Silvia found out that she and all her family were CARP. And then she found out that not all carp are gold. In fact, Silvia was technically a Hypopthalmichthys Molitrix or Silver Carp. Well, fish, even carp, can’t write or spell so Silvia didn’t much care what she “technically ” was. Then the rest of her school started to tell her how beautiful that her silvery color was and that they wished that they were silver too. Even the Koi started telling her how they wished that they didn’t have “all these spots all over” and admired her flawless silvery complexion.

It was then that Silvia decided that it was better to appreciate who you are, and be the best “YOU” you can be instead of wishing that you were somebody else. Quite often, that someone else, wished that they were you!

On her eighth birthday, Lisa received a beautifully wrapped gift that was delivered by UPS. She wondered which of her relatives had sent her such a large, nicely wrapped package since there was no name or card or any way to identify where it came from or from whom it was sent!
She undid the fancy pink bow and opened the brightly colored birthday wrapping. Inside of the rather large rectangular box was a bright yellow rain slicker with black snaps and clamps that closed it in the front.
She tried it on and it fit perfectly! Whoever sent her this wonderful gift sure knew her exact size. Suddenly she heard a loud rumble of thunder outside and when she went to the window it was raining about as hard as she’d ever seen it rain!
“That’s odd! ” Lisa exclaimed…”It wasn’t raining a few seconds ago…in fact…the sunshine was so bright that I had to close the window curtains!”
Lisa went to the front door and opened it. It sure was raining hard out there. Water was running down the streets and along the gutters into the storm drains.
“This is perfect!” thought Lisa. “I can try out my new Birthday present!”
Lisa stepped outside and as she got to the walkway, suddenly, without warning, the rain abruptly stopped and the bright sun shone without a cloud in the sky! The rain had stopped so fast that her new yellow raincoat hadn’t even gotten wet!
She looked around and the grass was wet, the parked cars were wet, everything was wet except her new raincoat. “What a mystery!” thought Lisa.
When she went back into the house she removed her raincoat and hung it on the hook near the door.
The next day as Lisa got ready for school it started to rain. “Oh Good! Today I can wear my new raincoat to school and show all of my friends.”
She grabbed her lunch and saw the bus coming down the street, windshield wipers going and she thought… “My new raincoat is the same color as the school bus…what fun!”
The bus stopped and its red lights began to flash and Lisa went out of her door to run and get on…and once again, like before on her birthday, the rain abruptly stopped and the sun came out!
As Lisa climbed up the bus steps the driver said…”Hi, Lisa…maybe you won’t need your raincoat after all today!”
“It…always seems to stop raining when I put it on and go outside!”
“Yeah…sometimes I bring my umbrella along to make sure that it won’t rain!” The driver laughed as Lisa made her way to her favorite seat and the bus drove off.
At the end of the school day, it was still bright and sunny outside. Lisa grabbed her raincoat and the teacher Miss Brown said…”You won’t need that raincoat this afternoon Lisa…it’s a beautiful day outside.”
But Lisa decided that it was easier to wear her raincoat than to carry it along with her books. As she put the coat on she heard the rumble of thunder and, looking out through the school windows, she saw it start to rain.
“Oh my Lisa, I guess it IS a good thing that you brought your raincoat. It’s beginning to rain out there!”
“Yes, Miss Brown.” Lisa walked down the hall and as she got outside onto the school steps, just like before, the rain stopped and the sun came out!
As she boarded her bus the driver said…”That raincoat of yours must be magic or something. It makes it stop raining whenever you wear it!”
“Well…actually…if I put it on when I’m inside it starts to rain. Then I go OUTside it stops!”
But the driver wasn’t listening and was closing the door, so Lisa made her way back to her seat, a very puzzled and confused young girl.
When she got home she went to the room where her Daddy was working on the computer.
Lisa was holding her new raincoat and said…”Daddy…Watch!”
She put the raincoat on and waited.
“Very nice….where did you get that pretty yellow raincoat?”
“It came by UPS. It was wrapped as a gift but I don’t know who sent it…but look outside…it wasn’t raining a minute ago was it?”
“No it wasn’t” Her father went to the window…”….and it still isn’t! I guess you don’t need that coat tonight huh?”
Lisa went to the window. Her Daddy was right it WASN’T raining! She took the coat off and put it back on three times, but no rain!
“You must really like that raincoat huh Lisa?”
“Ah…yes Daddy…it’s a pretty yellow, and it REALLY keeps me dry!”
“I’m sure whoever sent it will let us know sooner or later.”
Lisa tried on the coat four more times that night but it never did rain.
Then three days later when she woke up it was raining.
“It’s raining Lisa. You can wear your pretty new raincoat today!”
“Yes, Daddy….I will.” She looked out of her bedroom window and sure enough, it was raining. So after breakfast and after dressing for school she went to the door to wait for the bus and as it came down her street, she put on the coat and before she could open the door, the sun was streaming through the front windows.
“That’s strange…I’m not even outside yet and the rain has stopped.”
“I guess you won’t need your raincoat after all Lisa.” Her father said. So Lisa took off the coat and hung it on the hook by the door and left for school.
Once she got outside it started to pour again. So she ran to the bus and got on. “Crazy weather we’re having lately huh?” the bus driver said.
“Yeah…REAL crazy!”
Lisa thought that she was confused before…but now! “When I wear the coat inside it stops the rain now, but before, it stopped when I wore it outside!”
“What did you say Lisa?” the bus driver asked.
“Oh, nothing…just about the weather.”
Over the next few weeks, the weather seemed quite normal only raining at night when Lisa was asleep. The yellow raincoat stayed on the hook next to her Daddy’s raincoat the whole time. But then on the third Tuesday when Lisa woke up it was raining and thundering and was very windy too.
“You’ll need your raincoat today for sure Lisa!” her father told her.
Lisa slowly took the coat off of the hook and put it on. It was still raining. Then she went to the door and out onto the front steps…still raining. The MAGIC…was gone!
Lisa was relieved. She really wanted a normal raincoat to wear “IN THE RAIN”…and now she finally had one. She skipped up the walk, splashing the wet puddles on the walk with her new coat keeping her warm and dry underneath.
The weather report said that there was a large tropical storm coming through and it would be raining for two or even three more days.
“I have to go to the store Lisa, I’ll be right back!” Her Daddy grabbed his raincoat from the hook next to hers and put it on and as he walked outside…the rain suddenly stopped and the sun came out brightly shining and not a cloud in the sky!
As her Daddy started to head back into the house to put his raincoat back, Lisa quickly grabbed her yellow Birthday present off of the hook and hid it!
When her Daddy came in…”That’s strange! It’s supposed to rain for two more days!”
“Yes, Daddy…VERY strange.” Lisa didn’t want her new raincoat to get anywhere near her Daddy’s coat now… let him have a Magic raincoat…it’s just too confusing for an eight-year-old and NOT any fun at all!!!

“Hi! The keys on my keyboard are helping me give a shout out to you today. Normally I’m not a very popular key because you see I’m the DELETE button.”
“Oh, I do have a few close friends like the space bar (who never says much but is a great listener) and the backspace arrow, who kinda does the same job as me, so we have something in common.”
The most popular keys like E and ENTER never want to chat. I’ve never shared a single word with CTRL…EVER.”
“I can’t actually figure out why I’m so unpopular with almost all of the other keys, after all I give them another chance to be used over again later. But I’m content with my role on the keyboard and actually I believe that I’m one of the most popular keys. Why do I think that you ask? Because my writer Russ makes so many mistakes, he actually uses me more than any other key.”
“I was going to chat longer but I’m an expert about knowing when to delete.”

It was the middle of the night on a tiny farm in Placidville County and Dooley the Rooster was sleeping soundly when suddenly he awoke with a very sore throat. “I hope I’m not getting a cold” he thought to himself but since roosters can’t chew cough drops he just tried to go back to sleep hoping that he would get better before morning. After all, Dooley had his job to do as the official alarm clock of Small Town Farm. He couldn’t imagine what farmer Jones would think if Dooley didn’t crow in the dawn with his loud but scratchy “Cock A Doodle Doo”.

In fact sometimes Dooley was cock a doodle doodaling before Chester the rooster at the next farm would even be awake. Dooley heard that Chester was a bit lazy and though Dooley had never actually met Chester, the hens told Dooley that they had heard Chester wasn’t nearly as good at alarm clocking as Dooley.

But Dooley’s soreness kept getting worse and worse until when Dooley tried to clear his throat…nothing happened! No sound came out of his upturned beak…not even a whisper. “Oh My!” thought Dooley…because the sun was just inches from breaking above the Eastern horizon and his sore throat was as silent as a pile of dirt!

In two minutes the sun peaked its orange round head up over the Eastern fields and Dooley got up on the roof of the henhouse and threw back his head and opened his beak and tried as hard as he could but absolutely NO sound came out! Though Dooley tried and tried just silent air came out of his beak. Dooley attempted to Cock A Doodle Do for nearly an hour until he finally was so tired that he had to lie down on the roof shingles and he quickly fell asleep.

It was almost nine AM when Dooley woke up to the sound of farmer Jones yelling “DOOLEY…DOOLEY…what’s the matter with you rooster? We’ve all overslept because of you and the pigs didn’t get fed and the cows didn’t get milked and Ma Jones didn’t make me breakfast and…and…I’m really upset with you!”

Dooley tried to cackle down to farmer Jones but nothing came out again…but farmer Jones looked up to see Dooley trying to cackle or cluck or whatever roosters say when they aren’t Cock A Doodle Doodling and he said “Oh Dooley…have…you…LOST your voice?”

So Dooley pointed his right wing at his throat and tried again but just quiet air came out! Then off in the distance Dooley heard old Chester from the next farm over…crowing. “Lot of good that old rooster does crowing at 9 AM…But…well…at least Chester CAN crow.”

Dooley felt really sad now and slowly came down from his crowing place on the roof and farmer Jones picked him up and said…”Dooley…I think you have rooster laryngitis…I don’t know how long that lasts but I do have a great idea!”

Well, the farm day went by and then night time came and then all of the animals and farmer and Mrs. Jones went to bed and so did Dooley. About 4 AM Dooley woke up and tried out his Cock A Doodle Doodling voice but he still had rooster laryngitis or whatever farmer Jones called it, but as the sun peaked up over the Eastern fields Dooley remembered farmer Jones’ great idea…grabbed the battered old brass trumpet the farmer had given him and blew a song called ‘Reveille”.. Toot Toot Tooty Toot…and the lights went on in the farmhouse and the cows mooed and the pigs grunted and the hens cackled and the whole farm and EVEN the neighbor’s farm lit up and began their day right on time thanks to Dooley and his big brass trumpet.

Dooley eventually got his Cock A Doodle Doodling voice back but still blew the trumpet on special mornings…and Small Town Farm never woke up late again…EVER!

“No “FOR SALE” signs. No Real Estate Agents. No Open House events with cookies and personal tours. (LOVE cookies by the way) But on the plus side, my new house will be free…NO MORTGAGE!”
Actually my “House” is more like a camper. I started out small with a shell previously owned by a snail. But I soon outgrew it and had to find a bigger one. I’m on my fifth home now and I’m getting a little cramped.”
“And by the way. I don’t mean to disparage molluscs, but some of those previous owner snails really leave a messy shell. I ALWAYS do my housecleaning when moving on.”
“Ah….there….over by the turfgrass. WOW…what a beautiful golden brown color with tiny dots of dark brown. Let’s see. Looks pretty clean in there. Has to be a caring Hermit crab.”
“UGH! Wouldn’t you know it. Just a wee bit too tight. That is indeed a shame. I loved that Metropolitan style of the shell. Oh Well…the search goes on.”
“But wait. There over by the path. That one isn’t quite as stylish but it is HUGE!”
“HELLO…Hello…hello” Man it even has an echo!” I’ll just do a walk through….Gosh it’s roomy in here.” I think this one is perfect…well, except for the dull grey color….but maybe that’s good for camouflage.”
“Oh I LOVE IT…I’ll just….WAIT….this thing is heavy….WAY too heavy. I don’t want to have to carry this load around all day and running? Forget about that!”
“Shame.” Well I guess I have to go to the last resort and see my former owner Mary. She released me back into the “wild” when she left for college.”
“Mary will be able to solve my “Goldilocks” problem.”
“How can Mary help you may ask. She sells sea shells by the s

The lightning cast weird shadows on the rain streaked window in Cathy’s bedroom. She was alone until her parents would return from their community meeting in town, but after all, she was twelve years old and very mature. Cathy had been alone for short periods of time before, but the storm with all of it’s sounds of thunder made things seem, well, a bit more loud and wet and just a bit more scary! “I sure would like to have a nice cup of Mom’s hot chocolate…ummm, and maybe with some whipped cream or marshmallows!” thought Cathy. Suddenly, there was a great BOOM!! outside near the house…and then Cathy heard the creaking and cracking sound of a large tree limb. Running to her window, Cathy looked out through the rain just in time to see a great limb fall to the ground and split in two near the back fence. The lightning crashed even more loudly now and the rain was splashing at her windows as if it were trying to get into Cathy’s bedroom and drench her! Then Cathy heard a loud BAM! and all the lights went out and her clock radio started blinking “12:00” Cathy tried to switch on her lights and turn on her radio but the electricity was completely out! Cathy was trying to stay very brave and calm but the more she thought, the more she started to become just a little bit scared! Ally, the family cat was under the bed and wouldn’t come out even though Cathy called and called to her. Actually Cathy wanted to hold Ally and hug her instead of just being alone,watching and listening to the fierce storm. Cathy jumped as the phone rang and she stared at it for a couple of more rings before she picked it up and pressed “talk”. “H-Hello?” she whispered. “Cathy…Dear…it’s Mommy, are you all right?” “Oh…Hi Mom…s-sure everything’s fine Mom…” “Well the storm has knocked down some trees in the road and the firemen are clearing the street so we have to wait for them to finish before we can get home…OK Dear?” “Ah…sure Mom…don’t worry…I’m a big girl, I can handle everything here…but Ally is pretty scared but I’m comforting her…don’t worry!” “OK…I’ll call back in a half hour or so.” “Ah…sure Mom

CHAPTER ONE Attic Treasure

I found an old photo in Aunt Edna’s attic. It was a head shot with vertical bar shadows striping the subject’s face but I couldn’t tell if the man pictured was inside or outside of them.
Black and white and yellowed with age it was intriguing to a 10-year-old impressionable boy.
Uncle Phil used to kid me, warning about looking up ancestors because…”There might be a few horse thieves among the family tree branches my boy..especially on Aunt Edna’s “Conrad Family” side!” Then he’d have a big laugh and my Aunt would throw a pillow at him.
But although the photo had been kept among the family albums no one knew, or would at least admit to knowing, exactly who the man in the picture actually was.
The barely legible stamping on the back of the picture read “Argonia Sun imes”. I assumed the “T” that was missing of course, but I couldn’t find any listing of what I guessed was a newspaper, anywhere on the internet.
No one in the family knew what the Argonia Sun Times was either and didn’t even hazard a guess. BUT, they all DID change the subject quickly to..” Want some cookies, just baked ’em?” or “Hey let’s take the Porsche out for a spin. Whaddya say kid?” whenever I brought up the question of who exactly was in that photo.
I looked up Argonia and found a town of 501 population in Kansas but there was no Sun Times.
But one afternoon while Uncle Phil and I were on a “change the subject” Porsche ride he said something that really made me super curious. “My advice is to stay away from that attic kid. Nothin’ good can ever come of it.”
I was startled but I managed to ask “Can’t you tell me anything…I mean ANYTHING?”
He just stared at me for the longest time after he had pulled the car over to the curb.
“There could still be folks that are carrying a grudge about all that stuff back then and it’s best not to stir the pot, so to speak.”
Uncle Phil should never have said that and he knew it but then I saw a very tiny smile at the corner of his mouth and that told me that the man in the photo was definitely related to Aunt Edna’s side of the family!

CHAPTER TWO Investigation

When I included Uncle Phil in my little circle of investigators of missing picture man, the group now included two.
“Don’t tell Aunt Edna that you’re keeping the photo and trying to find out the whole story.” cautioned Uncle Phil.
“Good idea.” Staying positive with Uncle Phil was a must to pursue the investigation.
My first challenge was to find out about the Argonia Sun Times.
I discovered that the Times Sentinel now served the town of Argonia and so I decided to contact the editor about past history which hopefully included old photos and files from the Sun Times.
No luck. Nobody at the Times Sentinel knew anything about the old newspapers of the small towns nearby.
Then a thought hit me. Check the jails and prisons and sheriffs and local police.
After sending a digital picture of the photo to every law enforcement entity that I could find…no luck!
Then I got an email from the Times Sentinel editor John McClellan. He offered to run the photo as a “WHO IS THIS MAN?” article and local contest.
“GREAT!” I responded and told him everything that I knew of the situation.
The prize for successfully identifying the man in the photo was a “Free Night In Jail”. I figured that it was just a joke and it was me who would be the subject of everyone’s laughter.
But I was wrong. The response was overwhelming! 486 citizens offered guesses but no proof until after two weeks one single respondent offered proof of the true identity of the man in my photo.
There was to be a special edition of the newspaper naming the “Mystery Man” and the story behind the photo.
In addition, a picture of the winner would be featured in a headshot with the same shadows of bars across their face.
I was so excited to find out who the man in the photo actually was, but I confess I really did not care who the winner was.
Mr. McClellan sent me a pre-published proof of the feature article naming the man as Jasper Conrad a one-time prison guard and the bar shadowed photo of the winner was a smiling Aunt Edna.

Actually, “M” didn’t really have a name. But in the interest of keeping the story easier to follow and for the sake of alliteration, I named him “M”.
Many…and I mean many many years ago when I was even younger than you are today, my parents had a radio that was as large as a big flat screen TV. At night after supper (dinner…not sure) there used to be radio shows that ranged from mysteries and dramas to comedy and also there were programs consisting of classical music.
My Dad loved classical music and my Mom loved the story programs but we would all sit in the living room and listen to and “Watch” the radio.
Yeah, I know… but we did and I still don’t have a very plausible explanation for it but we weren’t the only family that did that.
Well, when the mysteries and comedies were booming out of our large speakers there was never a sign of him. But when the classical music came on, in just a minute or so…he would sneak out from somewhere behind the radio, look around and then settle down and….you guessed it…LOOK at the radio and enjoy the music.
Occasionally “M” would come out briefly when swing music was playing (before Rock and Roll kids) but “M” quickly decided that it wasn’t classical and then he’d disappear back to wherever he’d come from behind the radio.
One time as he was leaving due to swing music being played, I’m certain and so was my Mom; he looked at us and glared as he vacated his listening spot.
This whole series of appearances only lasted a few weeks (neighbors had a cat) but the thing that is the most amazing about this entire story is that it is TRUE.

“Now Tommy, put your hands over your ears “ Tom’s Grandfather didn’t place his hands over his own ears, but Tommy, being the dutiful namesake grandson that he was, complied.
At precisely eight PM, it seemed as though Grampa Carson’s entire house clanged, gonged, dinged, chirped, and rang out with numerous other sounds.
After the cacophony from too many clocks, or as Grampa referred to many of them as timepieces, Tommy released his ears.
“Wow, Grandpa!”
“Yes, wonderful wasn’t it?”
Tommy Carson the Third, seldom visited his Granddad since his family moved to Wisconsin six years before when he was one.
“Well, they are pretty loud when they…ah, go off, aren’t they?” Tommy asked.
“I’m used to them and would miss it if I silenced them. I do have silent ones, four in fact. My sundials! Ha! But I admit one of my sundials has been running a bit slowly lately!”

Grandpa Tom looked at his grandson out of the corner of his eye to see if Tommy realized that sundials can’t run slowly.
“Oh, it isn’t slow Grandpa, it’s just because it’s nighttime!”
Grandpa Tom hugged his “boy’s boy” as he sometimes referred to him and asked if Tommy wanted to see his “clock shop.”
“I’d love to. Could we eat potato chips and drink a coke while we do that?”
“Ha…sure we can. I’ve got pretzels too!
“Like chips better, but bring ‘em anyhow!”
There was a shed out in back of Granpa Carson’s house and it had a sundial right in front and a large black and white clock hanging on the side wall which, by the way, was showing the wrong time, one hour earlier.
“That clock is wrong Grandpa!”
“Well, it actually isn’t. It always shows the time at YOUR house!”

When his Grandpa opened the double doors there were so many parts of clocks on benches and large springs hanging on the walls and small, medium and large numbers, both Digital and Roman were everywhere.
“Do you build clocks too Grandpa?”
“Well, no, but I fix them.”
“Could you teach me how to fix clocks?”
“It takes a lot of time and you would have to really love clocks to put all of the time into it! Pardon the pun!”
Then Grandpa Carson explained to Tommy exactly what a “pun” was.
“I’m working on a Cuckoo clock right now. The little bird is a bit shy and I think also oversleeps too!”
“Is that a PUN Grandpa?”
“No, that was a poor joke.”
“How long does it take you each day to wind all of your clocks Grandpa?”
“It takes about an hour by the time I finally wind up!”
“THAT was a pun, RIGHT?”
“Yep!”
“Who winds all of your clocks when you go on vacation?”
“Nobody. That’s why I don’t go away much.”
“When I grow up and you go away, I’ll come and wind ALL of your clocks and keep them right on time, even the sundials!”