George Rucker's Ethereal Newsletter for June 13, 2017

Albanians say good morning this way “Mirëmëngjes.” If you want to hear how this sounds visit

From a reader and a friend. . . G'day George! Or, if you're in Kenya (or East Africa), "Jambo"! Applause for you're "greetings-in-different-languages" project, but you must be cautious about finding these greetings in dusty dictionary or translation books. The actual every day usage on the street is often different than the academically correct book-version. In America for example, when was the last time someone greeted you with "hello"? Isn't it more often "Hey" or "Hi" or "How ya doin'", or "how are you", etc. In Kenya (East Africa), "Jambo" is the universal greeting, although Wiki notes it as being, "Hujamba", which may actually be the correct spelling with a silent "Hu".  When I lived in Holland (seems like a millennia ago!) the textbook correct greeting was "Goedemorgan" (Good morning), but virtually everyone said, "Dag", or "Hoi", or even "Hoe gaat het" or "Hoe is't" (how's it going?).


Eating YOU Alive - One bite at a time (our food is killing us)

With both Patty and I sort of retired now, we were talking about Route 1, mile marker “zero,” in Key West.  When I was in the Navy, Key West was the home port of my Destroyer Escort.  Patty and I have been there together twice.   Route 1 was once the major north-south route along the east coast of the United States.  The total length of this road is 2369 miles.  To drive the length of this road would take quite a while as it connects most of the major cities of the east coast from Miami to Boston.  Living where we live the tour could be done in two sections, north then the south.  During our lives we have traveled on bits and pieces of Route 1 but never the entire length. Key west to the border crossing on the Clair-Fort Kent Bridge over the Saint John River into New Brunswick Canada.

This conversations lead to Route 66 a route that goes from east to west.  It also would be an interesting trip.  I do not remember traveling on any portion of this route.  I would think that it does not start on the east coast or possibly does not join any of the major highways.

Cyrus Avery (1871-1963) a Tulsa businessman championed the establishment of the highway and helped promote it, earning him the nickname “Father of route 66.”

The state of Kentucky threatened to walk completely out of the new highway system as individual states could not be forced to participate in it.  When Kentucky finally offered a compromise to give Kentucky’s number 60 and change it to 62.  Avery did not like the number 62 and found that 66 was not used so he designated the Chicago-Los Angeles highway as U.S. 66 in 1926.  With this done, Congress also de-certified all the old “association” highways.”

In 1927, Avery pushed for the creation of the U.S. Highway 66 Association to promote paving U.S. 66 and promote travel on the highway. He was elected Vice President in 1929.

So from this, If you want to get your kicks on Route 66, also known as the Will Rogers Highway, the Main Street of America or the Mother Road, established November 11, 1926, you need to start in Chicago. The total distance would be 2,448 miles. This would be easer to travel the full length from here as you need to drive to get to  the beginning.


The Platydemus manokwari, also called the New Guinea flatworm, poses a major threat to the planet’s snail biodiversity, according to an article published in the scientific journal PeerJ. “It is considered a danger to endemic snails wherever it has been introduced,” the report states.

The flatworm is thought to originate in New Guinea, but researchers say it has spread to Florida, New Caledonia, Puerto Rico, Singapore, the Solomon Islands, and the Wallis and Futuna Islands. Jean-Lou Justine, who led the research team, said that scientists had previously found the animal in other Pacific islands and in France.  Huffington Post (June 2015)

Predator Worms Invade Florida (Tip Hero (date unknown)

invasive animal species that make the headlines usually do so because they’re not native to the lands they infest. Depending on what it is, the description can sound like something straight out of a sci-fi horror flick.

Please, let us introduce you to the New Guinea flatworm if you’ve never been acquainted. Its upper body is dark colored with an orange stripe going down the middle of its back, and its belly is pale. These worms eat snails and other invertebrates like earthworms and slugs. They don’t have any known predators, and birds won’t touch them because they don’t taste that great.

Sound like the opening scene to an “Attack of the Killer” movie yet? Naturally, local health, wildlife, and agriculture officials launched an investigation into the flatworms and what type of damage they could do. It wasn’t pretty.

First found in Miami, Florida, the predatory creature made its way to the southwestern part of Florida as well. Cape Coral residents spotted them in their driveways and potted plants, prompting calls to authorities. Playing host to a species of parasite commonly known as the rat lungworm, the New Guinea flatworm can pass lungworm infections onto rats and mice. How? They eat them!

According to agricultural agent Roy Beckford, the infection can then be transmitted to humans through air contaminated with rodent droppings. A nagging, persistent cough is the most common symptom of the parasitic infection in humans, as the lungworm could burrow and lodge in the lungs. Also alarming is that a person could develop other illnesses like meningitis, thus affecting the brain and spinal cord.

Additionally, during an interview with WPTV, Mr. Beckford shared that the worm’s vomit secretes a toxin that is caustic to human skin. Ouch! Got that? Don’t touch it, eat it, pick it, or flick it!

Florida wildlife officials assert that the animal most likely hitched a ride through the international shipping of goods, making it an accidental alien. One of the reasons it’s detrimental to the environment is because of its potential to knock out soil helpers like earthworms and snails, who aid in keeping fungi and bacteria in soil down. They can also leech off native vegetation.

To help the public identify and combat the buggers, the Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission asked that people snap pictures and call in sightings. Hit them at this easy to remember number: 888-I’VE-GOT1. Doing so would allow them to track and/or possibly assist with elimination of the species. But that doesn’t mean you can’t kill them yourself.

Hold on, before you get ready to bust out in your “Tremors: Part 25” gear, state experts have advice on how to off the nasty bugs. Just add hot water. That’s correct, pour boiling water on them and say buh-bye. What better way to spend your Saturday morning gardening hour than snuffing out worm invaders?

To watch a clip see this Cape Coral video,:


The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.

The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.

"Johnny, do you have a story to share?" the teacher asked.

"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen. She was a pilot in the Iraq war and her plane got hit.

She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a small flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife.

She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops.

She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."

"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?"

"Stay the heck away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking!"


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Sometimes in my weekly letters I think I might duplicate an invention that changed mankind.  Many times I think it is just an overlap as one invention leads to another.  A good example would be morse code, telephones, and say the radio.  You will find an intersection where they touch.  This week’s invention is the Internal Combustion Engine, which would have touched on the steam engine.

Did you know every time you start your car, you create a tiny explosion?  That’s internal combustion at work.  Using the chain reaction ignited by an electrical current, the powerful explosion pushes pistons inside the sealed combustion chamber to turn a crankshaft that spins the wheels.  It may sound simple now, but figuring out how to create, contain and maintain such an explosion required centauries of development.

In 1680 Dutch physicist Cristiaan Huygens envisioned an internal combustion (IC) engine fueled with gunpowder.  The concept was there, but he never built his design.  In 1858, self-taught Belgian chemist and inventor J.J. Etienne Lenoir successfully built and patented the first two-stroke cycle, single-cylinder internal combustion engine with an electric spark ignition fueled by coal gas.  The fuel, which he called “illuminating gas,” was a mixture of hydrogen, carbon monoxide, methane, carbon dioxide and nitrogen; it was ignited by an electrical charged from a battery.  Lenoir’s idea was revolutionary.  While many inventors were trying to adapt the popular steam engines of the day for personal transportation, Lenoir had taken a different approach.  It worked, although not quite as powerfully as he had hoped.

Since his engines were bulky and inherently stationary, Lenoir manufactured them for power lathes, water pumps and printing presses, applications well suited to his machines.  Reluctant to abandon his dream, however, in 1862 he fitted a three-wheeled carriage with one of his engines, technically creating the first automobile, and drove the vehicle 50 miles at a speed of approximately three miles per hour.

Several inventors, inspired by Lenoir, took up the challenge and began improving upon his concept – rendering it obsolete.  That same year, French engineer Alphonse Beau de Rochas patented a four-stroke IC engine but didn’t build the machine.  It would be Nikolaus Otto, a German engineer, who claimed that prize.  In 1876 he also patented a four-stroke IC engine he dubbed the Otto Cycle that could rival the steam engine for practical use.  The reliable power source was an immediate success, and mor than 30,000 Otto Cycles were sold in the next 10 years.

German engineer Gottlieb Daimler, who had once worked as a technical director for Otto, designed and built the first prototype of the modern gas IC engine we use today.  In 1887, Daimler patented the first carburetor, and two years later he redesigned the four stroke engine, using mushroom shaped valves instead of the previous dome-shaped ones, and repositioned two cylinders in a V-shape.  The international race built faster, quieter and more powerful engines had begun – and still shows no sign of slowing down.


Ski Holiday
Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up Jack's mini van and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard.

They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.

"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained. "I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house."

"Don't worry," Jack said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light."

The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.

About nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.

He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, "Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up North?"

"Yes, I do."

"Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"

"Yes," Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out. "I have to admit that I did."

"And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?"

Bob's face turned red and he said, "Yeah, sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did. Why do you ask?"

"She just died and left me everything."

(And you thought the ending would be different, didn't you?)


The wife came home early to find her husband with another woman.

"You unfaithful, disrespectful jerk! What are you doing? How dare you do this to me the faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving this house and I want a divorce!"

The husband replied, "Wait! Wait a minute! Before you leave, at least listen to what happened."

"It'll be the last thing I will hear from you so make it fast, you cheating creep."

While driving home this young lady asked for a ride. I saw her so defenseless that I went ahead and allowed her into my car.

I noticed she was very thin, not well dressed and dirty. She mentioned she had not eaten for three days. Out of compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas I made for you last night that you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll gain more weight. When I served them to her, the poor young thing practically inhaled them.

Since she was dirty I asked her if she'd like to bathe. While she was showering, I noticed her clothes were worn-out and full of holes so I threw them away.

Since she needed clothes, I gave her the pair of jeans that you no longer wear because they're too tight on you. I also gave her the blouse that I gave you on our anniversary and you don't wear because I don't have good taste.

I gave her the pullover that my sister gave you for Christmas that you won't wear just to bother my sister. And I also gave her the boots that you bought at the expensive boutique that you never wore again after you saw your co-worker wearing the same pair.

After she dressed, I walked the young woman to the door where she turned around and with tears of gratitude streaming down her cheeks, she asked me...

"Sir, do you have anything else your wife doesn't use?"


Again I will see some of you at exercise. . . George

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