by C. E. Gee
Buck and Connie sometimes drove up highway 99W to visit Jerry and
In summer, Connie and Gail occupied the North porch. In winter they
stayed in the living room, sat near the fireplace.
Buck and Jerry were almost always in another room, playing pool.
One such day, Jerry said to Buck, “Watcha been working on?”
Buck replied, “Well, I’m always writing you know. However, recently
I’ve been doing research on elongated skulls found in ancient
“Why?” asked Jerry while racking up for another match.
Chalking his pool cue, Buck answered, “I was watching some program
about King Tut on a history channel. Turns out the guy had an elongated
Buck put down the cube of chalk, continued with, “You know how my
mind works. Traveling in space under zero-gee, an outsized skull could
serve as a reservoir for the blood that gets pumped to the upper body
that previously caused problems with vision. With a human skull, which
is a relatively small and rigid container, the pressure of blood
against the brain causes vision problems.”
“I think I see where this is headed,” said Jerry. “Forgive the
“Sheesh,” Jerry added as he wagged his head. “We should sit down
and talk more about this. I’m getting interested.”
The two went out to the back deck, overlooking Jerry’s extensive
Sitting on the deck, Buck continued. “You know, many ancient
cultures tied boards to elongate and slope back the skulls of newborn
infants. They did this to emulate the alien’s features. Some cultures
called the aliens Sky Gods.”
Again, Jerry wagged his head as he sniffed his amazement.
Buck said, “You should look this stuff up on Wikipedia. I found over
a dozen ancient cultures that did this to their infants.”
This time it was Buck who sniffed repeatedly, sniffing his
“How do you come up with this stuff?” asked Jerry.
Buck replied, “The Knights Templar of the future are putting
thoughts in my head, just like they did with Joan of Arc, George
Washington, others. You like history. You should investigate the
visions had by those people. At Valley Forge, George Washington
wandered off into the woods, had his vision.”
“Both of those people had major influences on the establishment of
the United States of America. Such was their destiny.”
“You know Buck,” said Jerry in a near whisper, “Sometimes I forget
just how messed up you are.”
Replied Buck, “Well, you know, the Veterans Administration has rated
me as 100% disabled by reason of PTSD. Those people know what they’re
Both Jerry and Buck laughed heartily, rose, went to be with their
© 2019 C. E. Gee
C. E. Gee (pen name) answers to "Chuck" or "Pappy", and misspent
his youth at backwater locales within Oregon and Alaska.
He later answered many callings: logger, factory worker, meat
packer, Vietnam war draftee infantryman (1968), telecommunications
technician, volunteer fireman and EMT, light show roady, farmer,
Retired from the electronics industry and a disabled veteran,
Chuck now writes Science Fiction.
His blog is at https://kinzuakid.blogspot.com
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