My friend, Tyler James Cook, has published a collection of minute-mysteries highlighting the ones that caused 3AM college campus arguments because the solution was not evident within the text. You can find it here: https://www.amazon.com/s?k=the+one-minute+mysteries+of+inspector+gerard&ref=nb_sb_noss
Please note that it is a well done book, but similar to Monty Python’s Camelot, ’tis a silly place. Inspector Gerard is a wonderfully absurd detective in a delightfully abstract world. You will find yourself wondering how exactly in the hell did he pull that solution out of his hind-quarters in the finest tradition of the minute-mystery series of yore. The fact that the Kindle version released on April 1st should tell you all you need to know about it (or at least give you a clue—c’mon April Fool’s Day). I cannot recommend this book enough as Tyler has promised to continue the series if he gets enough sales. Mind you, he hasn’t said what constitutes “enough” but in the manner of Gerard, I am concluding that he means “any”. It is a fun read, especially coupled with your mind-altering substance of choice (alcohol in my case). To truly sell you on the book, here is a picture of a cat tuckered out after a long day of interfering with typing reviews by laying on keyboards whilst mewing pitifully that he doesn’t get enough pets, food, attention, etc.
The New Poem
My daughter recently turned 19. I wrote this for her to mark her transition into semi-proper adulthood as opposed to simple legal adultishness at 18. That extra year makes a huge difference, you know. She’s almost no longer a teen-ager. I think it applies generally to any age where changes are occurring (except maybe the switch from 2-year-old to 3-year-old, they don’t listen anyway). I hope you enjoy.
Adulting is hard. This is a known thing.
So I want to give you advice,
Things pithy and wise, useful and encouraging
simply because I’m further down the path than you.
It feels like my right.
But looking back, your path is different,
new choices I’ve not seen before, new voices I’ve not heard before, new vistas arrayed before you.
And I realize my specific advice is useless, wasted, unneeded, and unwanted
so good fatherly advice becomes empty platitudes, generalized attitudes, and mostly wack.
So instead of offering guiding lights to the little darkness grown,
I will instead proffer these simple thoughts, hopes, and dreams for you.
May you always get back up after each tumbling trouble—there is nothing you cannot overcome with persistence, and wit, and effort.
May you always see truly and not be deceived, by the world, by others, or by yourself—there is no lie you cannot pierce with patience, with trust, and with understanding.
May you always find your path leads you to where you are most happy—whether the joy lies in the destination, or lies in the journey there to, or lies in the companions you choose.
May you be happy. May you be healthy. May you be wise. But most importantly,
May you be you.