Sunday, October 02, 2016

Go To The End of Jefferson Avenue, Then Stop

My physical therapist has prescribed 45 minutes of walking, daily.  I'd like to walk a different route every night, but I'm understandably starting to run out of them.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says,"Actually, you should go to the end of Jefferson Avenue and then turn around and go back."\\

Welcome to the John Burt Society


This query was sent to me at goodreads.com by Darlene Hartman: Are you the same John Burt who used to design science fiction vehicles and had a virtual "used car lot" of wonderful ships and runabouts, even down to the detailed designs thereof? I'm doing the sixth novel in my "Einai Series" (often called "The Skipjack Series") and am desirous of getting permission to have my protagonist buy a used space vehicle from the aforementioned John Burt. Thanks for your answer.


My reply: Alas, I am not that John Burt. I run into John Burts, or other people seeking John Burts contact me (sometimes police -- eek!), that I used to send out membership cards in the John Burt Society (motto: "My name is John Burt").
The worst John Burt of all was a pastor in Florida who had goaded one of his followers to murder a doctor for performing abortions -- and the scumbag even looked like me!

Anyway, I do hope you find your John Burt. My guess is he will be delighted.
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/14025477-welcome-to-the-john-burt-society
//The Magic Eight-Ball says: "The name is not the thing described."\\