

“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” — Henry David Thoreau



“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” — Henry David Thoreau

More reader questions for Little Red Bear! Here we go with another one . . . . . .
Reader Question from Road Trip Rick in Disoriented, Oregon – “Dear Little Red Bear — I’m really hungry for some old-fashioned pickles and pork rinds so planning a road trip on Sunday, but can’t seem to find “McNickle’s Famous Pickles & Pork Rinds” country store where you do book signings, anywhere on a map. And my GPS is no help at all. Where is it and will you be there on Sunday for a book signing when I get there?”
Answer— That is a very good question, Rick! And it’s not surprising that you can’t find McNickle’s Famous Pickles & Pork Rinds on a map or in the GPS doohickeys, because it seems to be one of those kind of places that a person can’t find unless they know where it is to begin with.
The best thing to remember is that it is on Shady Holler Road, just west of Knob Lick. The country store is located about half a mile past Turner’s red barn, and across from the split pin oak tree if you’re unfamiliar with the area. If you find yourself sitting in front of the Post Office in Curly Pine, chances are you most likely missed the barn and went too far. That old red barn sits back from the road a bit, behind the row of hedge apples, so you need to keep a sharp eye peeled and be on the lookout for it, especially during the summer when the trees have their leaves. And if that’s the case and you’re staring at a mailbox, we find it best to just go back and start over from where you left and try again.
But, Ethel McNickle is adamant that the store remains closed on Sundays, so you might want to plan a Saturday trip. As for the book signing, Ethel assures me that she will have a number of pre-signed books on hand for you when you get there. But don’t look for me. Summer Saturdays are for fishing, not sitting inside talking. If you want to talk about the book, just mosey on down to Perch Lake. Don’t worry, I usually bring along a few extra fishing poles for visitors if you forget yours. Out-of-towners dropping by to talk and fish seem to turn up quite often ever since the book went out last year. And if you don’t like fishing, that’s not a problem, either. We can always use another hand or two cleaning ’em. Hope that answers your questions, Rick. Drive safe. — Little Red Bear

Please keep those questions and letters coming, don’t be bashful. We’ll get to them as best we can here for you. And if it’s really urgent, just smear a little honey on the envelope seal. Red will be sure to get to that one first!
Happy reading, and thanks as always for stopping by! And remember folks, life is simpler when you plow around the stump. – Jim (and Red!)

Happy August! I think. Truth be told, the month of August is a slog thru, survival test month for me.
Heat, Humidity and afternoon Headaches are a losing trifecta. Waking up clear-headed this morning, I realized that trying to work thru a headache is like trying to drive your car with the emergency brake on. You can eventually, slowly get there, but aware of something grinding, dragging, holding you back and burning all the way.
Had another nagging, summer humidity headache yesterday afternoon and the result was, oddly enough – a poem. More or less. Hard to see thru the haze, but it might be.
With deepest and heartfelt apologies to Simon and Garfunkel then . . . . . .
Hello August, my old friend.
I’ve come to sweat with you again.
Because my skin is quickly burning,
Feeling like I’m on a spit turning.
And the pain that was seared into my brain,
Still remains . . . . within the sound . . . . of agony.
“Friends,” said I, “you may not know,
Summer’s sultry heat wave grows.
Hear the forecast that it might teach you.
Use some sunscreen so it won’t scorch you.”
Hope my words, will be heeded by one and all,
As sweating . . . . we await the cooling breezes . . . . of Fall.
So here we are in August. That sweltering, grass-turned-brown, kids-back-to-school, muggy, hot and shriveled month that stands like the Great Wall of China between summer and the glorious season of Autumn. Kind of like surmounting the final obstacle on the course, fighting off exhaustion to doggedly climb over the Warped Wall to finish the race and survive to reach the other side, where sweet and spicy Pumpkin Pies, Candied Apples, Cider, Cookies and the open Highway to the Holiday Season await!
Hang in there and stay cool. Take frequent cooling breaks if working outdoors, limit physical exertion, wear loose fitting, light-colored clothing and stay hydrated with cool, clear liquids. And please remember to bring the pets indoors with you during extreme summer heat. They are wearing a fur coat and overheat, too. And just like children, they overheat as quickly as we do, if not more so. And check the backseats of cars, no one left behind.
We’re off for some iced tea and aspirins. And a big bucket of ice. Thanks as always for visiting with us! — Jim (and Red!)

So, you want to be a writer, you say. It’s a neat life living in your imagination, you say. Seems like a fun hobby. Thoughts to share with the world. You want to work in your pajamas. Wake up dreaming about exotic locales and people, you say.
Cool. But just so you know, this particular writer woke up in the wee hours this morning dreaming he was sleeping outside in a muddy pen in the rain, with chickens and a wet, smelly and cranky fox. Blow the image for you?
Yeah, someday I may have to try my hand at writing a rich and sensuous romance novel to wake up dreaming about sharing a bottle of wine with someone special on a Riviera beach or in a street-side Paris cafe. Luscious cheese, a warm croissant and enchanting conversation. Or a refreshing sea breeze in the air with laughing gulls greeting the sunrise.
Aaahh – who am I kidding? We both know that’ll never happen and the someone special in the dream would just be another frickin’ chicken anyway. I have to go. Need to write about the chickens and add them to the stories before I forget just how dreadfully bad that fox truly smelled. But yeah — I am writing all that down in my pajamas. So there’s that. At 3 a.m.
The muse sends ideas. I have no control over what they are or when they arrive. And that’s the writer’s life.
Thanks as always for visiting! — Jim (and Red!)

Careful What You Dream Of . . . .
In order to cover all bases for his fans, Little Red Bear had an official Cost/Benefit analysis of “The Adventures of Little Red Bear: The First Holler!” performed by his trusted accountant and financial advisor, Angus McNutt, senior partner of the firm “McNutt and McGillicutty CCC” ( Country Crop Counters) over in Slippery Slide, and the results of the study are in.
For the paperback, at 64,254 words, the reader receives over 4,961 words per dollar invested. For the Kindle and eReader version, a reader receives over 21,781 words per dollar. And of course, the book is Free for anyone with Kindle Unlimited. Taking into account that all words used are original text in copyrighted format with the Library of Congress, it is quite clearly a bargain at any price.
In addition, bearing in mind the fact that words enrich the brain and lessons learned about nature, life, kindness and simply having fun remain with a person forever, it was clear that any of the versions far exceed any value received in television and other forms of entertainment, where “any benefit potentially received is fleeting and transitory”, as Mr. McNutt stated in his report.
It should be noted that the Preface, Frontispiece, Dedication, Artwork and such were not included in Mr. McNutt’s calculations, which would have the effect of making the Cost:Benefit ratio even higher for a reader.
It was Angus McNutt’s conclusion then that “’The Adventures of Little Red Bear’ short story collection is both a wise and sound long-term financial investment.” Just in case anyone was on the fence concerning issues of that sort before investing in the book.
“The Adventures of Little Red Bear” Short Story Collections on Amazon. Old-fashioned, Family-friendly Storytelling and Fun for both the Young and the Young-at-Heart. Positive Themes of Friendship, Kindness, Helping Others and Mother Nature. With a healthy dash of oldfangled, belly laugh humor and fun.
Join us for an Adventure in the Beautiful Ozarks Mountain Country, and stop by for some biscuits and honey! — Jim (and Red!)

Angus McNutt, of “McNutt and McGillicutty CCC”
Have you been thinking about bringing a dog or cat into your home in the near future? Looking for a personal companion or a household pet for the children to grow with and learn? Please consider adopting a Shelter Pet. Thousands of loving pets await a loving and forever home in shelters everywhere.
“A shelter pet is more than one in a million—she’s one in 2.7 million. That’s the number of adoptable dogs and cats who are still euthanized each year in the United States, simply because too many pets come into shelters and too few people adopt.”
— The Humane Society
If you would like to learn more, please visit The Humane Society, which can provide even more excellent reasons to bring home your next companion and pet from a shelter by tapping the link below.
Ten Reasons to Adopt a Pet. In case “Because it’s the right thing to do” isn’t enough.

July 23rd 2016 is “Clear The Shelters” day in the U. S. , a nationwide Pet Adoption Event. Nearly 20,000 pets found their forever homes in 2015, when some 400 animal shelters across the country partnered with NBC Owned Television Stations and the Telemundo Station Group. Let’s hope that we can do even better this year!
For more information on adoption and to locate a participating shelter near you, please check out the “Clear the Shelters Day” site. And if a participating shelter is not located in your area, please visit a local shelter anyway. So many lives are depending on it.
And please remember to visit with the black cats and dogs, and senior pets while there; who all make wonderfully loving companions but have a more difficult time finding homes due to unfounded superstitions and myths about aggression, bad luck and other nonsense.

A special message from Sarah McLachlan —
Thanks as always for visiting. Don’t breed or buy while the homeless die. Please adopt a Shelter Pet. You will both be happy you did. — Jim (and Red!)
