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Rescue Me, JP!



Oh, Porter. Look at you. You’ve been through hell and high water, and you still look steely-eyed and determined–and gorgeous.

As for me, I feel every one of my 52 years and then some. A lot of “somes.” I have popped the muscle relaxer and the ibuprofen and fired up the heating pad to maximum velocity. The photos are now exporting from Lightroom to a subfolder on the desktop.

It will take a while.

I thought I took 500 or so photos. It was 706.  How in the heck did you take that many, my husband asked me.

I guess it had something to do with the 110 or so contestants and trying to get decent photos of each of them. I try to hold my camera very steady as I am shooting and, Porter, my shoulders are now screaming at me. And my back and hips. It was a long night.

I keep thinking of that Danny Glover tagline in the Lethal Weapon movies. “I am getting too old for this sh*t.” Danny, you and me both, my friend.

I know my various aches and pains, as loudly as they are screaming at me presently,  are nothing compared to what you’ve been through, Sergeant,  what with being shot and stabbed and water-boarded and beaten. You take it all with such amazing toughness and stoicism and then promise in the end to kill every last one of the bastards and rescue the girl and you manage to do it!

I don’t want you to kill anybody, just put a can of whup-ass on this pain, if possible.   I trust you to be able to do it, too.

I believe in the Powah of the Portah.


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Rescue me, JP, as only a genuine Armitage hero can . . .

Lucas, More Light than Dark



I have to joke about Series 9, otherwise I tend to cry. Oh, well. Lucas was, is, and will always be a hero to me, a complex one, damaged by those years of torture and deprivation, plaintively longing for a relationship that was long since over with his ex-wife, struggling to find his place in the world and to regain the trust of his colleagues–flawed, damaged, but a HERO, nonetheless. Loyal to his country, concerned about colleagues, kind to young folks in trouble like Dean. Cerebral, resourceful, a deep thinker with the soul of a poet.

And what a handsome and stylish fellow he is. So attractive in his Belstaff jackets and snug-fitting jeans, in the Pete pinstripes with the power red tie, the dark hair, pale skin and blue eyes, deepened by the cool-toned sets and lighting on the show, giving him an otherworldly beauty.





Oh, and he’s also quite fetching when he’s not wearing a lot of clothes . . . just sayin.’



Two for Teusday: Portah & Lucas!





Lucas, the cerebral, enigmatic, cool-as-a-cucumber spy and Portah, the tough-as-nails SAS soldier with the tender side. Dedicated heroes and alpha males who are also sexy as hell.  And So Not Dead! What’s not to love here?




Sometimes, you just need someone larger than life


And who would expect it to be a dwarf? Ah, but this is a princely creature, standing tall even if short of stature; strong, fierce, a fighter, a survivor. A displaced king, a leader amongst his people, a second father to his sister-sons. Stubborn, proud and opinionated, but still able to admit when he’s wrong.  Someone you’d be proud and glad to follow.












“Twofer” Tuesday: The Soldier and the Spy


MI-5 and MI-6’s finest: Lucas North of the Security Services and SAS soldier Sgt. John Porter. One spent eight years in a Russian prison,  wondering who had sold him out to their enemy as he faced torture, humiliation and deprivation on a daily basis. The other suffered his own hell when a Middle Eastern mission he was heading went pear-shaped, One mate was dead, another in a vegetative state. And signs pointed to Porter’s poor judgement being the cause.  Porter lost the trust and respect of his men, his wife and found his relationship with his only child on shaky ground.

Both men have something to prove to the world–and to themselves. Both have suffered loss and betrayal and are determined to discover the truth. They want the opportunity to make themselves useful, to return to some semblance of normality in their lives. They can be tough and ruthless and at the same time, tender and compassionate. Flawed and damaged though they may be, they are still most worthy of our respect and admiration.  Oddly enough, in spite of the fact they are fictional characters, the world feels just a little safer to me with these two fellows on watch.

Lucas and JP are amongst my personal superheroes. Who needs Superman, Batman or Spidey when you have North and Porter??

It could have been us


Today is the seventh anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, which brings back some horrific memories for many of us along the Gulf Coast.  And now we are facing another hurricane which may or may not strike New Orleans, depending on which computer model you follow.
As we play the “wait and see” game here, I give thanks for two things: while it is still growing in strength since hitting the warm Gulf waters, Isaac doesn’t seem to be nearly as massive a system as Katrina was, and the infrastructure in New Orleans has been greatly improved in the years since Katrina.

Close to 2,000 people died in that storm with billions of dollars in damage accrued. Many of those in Louisiana and Mississippi who fled Katrina’s wrath came east to Alabama. Many of those came through our little town.

We all said, “It could have been us. A little more to the east, and it could have been us.” The local churches, civic organizations, police departments and city and county governments banded together to help meet the needs of those arriving. Often they had little more than the clothes on their backs and a few other items they had grabbed and thrown in their vehicles.

Cots were set up in the recreation center. Local hotels offered rooms. Property owners provided temporary housing.  Homeowners shared spare bedrooms.  “Church ladies” prepared meals to serve hundreds of hungry evacuees. Vouchers were given to provide travelers with full tanks of gas.


Citizens from across the county brought clothing, toiletry items, blankets and pillows, diapers and infant formula, non-perishable food and bottled water to one of the city’s largest churches, using their “King’s Building,” a former home improvement store, as a clearinghouse with volunteers manning the operation. Temporary and even permanent employment was found for some of those coming to us from the hurricane-ravaged areas.


It was a big operation for a town of less than 8,000 people in a largely rural county, and it had its glitches. For the most part, it worked very, very well.


The media picked up on what was happening in our small town and our wonderful Father Fred, a local Episcopalian priest  and former police officer who helped spearhead many of the relief efforts, was interviewed by CNN.

Calls began to come in from all over the nation—from all over the world—from people who wanted to help. Some wanted to come to our county from as far away as Canada to serve as volunteers.  Others offered housing or asked where to send donations. In the face of all the tragedy, we were reminded of the generosity found in so many hearts.

In the first days after the storm, I had the opportunity to interview several evacuees who were being fed and provided beds at Beeland Park Rec Center.

Many of them were members of a large extended family traveling by caravan from Louisiana.  Keeping the youngsters occupied hadn’t always been easy, one of the mothers told me.

After all, cherished toys, games and dolls had to largely be left behind in order to allow space for the most important items—clothing, food, medicine.  But that’s hard for a small child who’s been uprooted so suddenly from all that is familiar to them to understand.

When I left Beeland Park that day, I remember feeling such an overwhelming need to do something to help. It was one of those “between paychecks” times and, frankly, I didn’t have a lot of money to spare.


I recalled what the young woman had said about trying to keep the children occupied in quiet activities while they traveled.  At a local discount store, I found coloring and activity books and boxes of crayons and bought several of each. She had also mentioned some of the adults finding themselves at loose ends, with a need to take their minds off their current situation. So I picked up some search-a-word books and mechanical pencils, too.


When I got back to the rec center, the families were preparing to set off once more. I found the young mother I had interviewed and handed her the bags. She peeked inside and then gave me one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen followed by a big hug.

Words really weren’t necessary in that moment.

It wasn’t a lot, maybe $30 worth of items. But sometimes it doesn’t take a lot to make a difference in someone else’s life in a time of crisis.

It could have been us, you know. A little to the east, and it could have been us.

A strong man is . . .


A strong man is one who does not constantly have to prove how “macho” he is. He does what needs to be done. Sometimes that involves unpleasant things, hard things, painful things. A strong man is not afraid to be gentle and loving, to console someone who is fearful, to cry with a soul who is hurting. He can be just as tender as he is tough.  He has more than brawn; he has brains, a heart, a soul.

A strong man is not a hero because he is fearless; then he would be a fool. He is a hero because he faces those fears, acknowledges them and tackles that challenge.  He tries to do the right thing, even though he sometimes fails. He seeks to improve himself, to go from strength to strength,  to be the better man.

John Porter is a hero. So, in my book, is Richard Armitage.  Hurray for life’s heroes, real and fictional.


Sir Guy, sombreros and super heroes: On the road to Comic-Con


“So, do you think we’ll get to go to Mexico while we are at Comic-Con, Ladywriter?” Sir Guy queried. “We will only be a few miles from Tijuana, is that not so?” He had those long legs stretched out once more, boots hooked over the metal crossbar at the foot of the four-poster, hands clasped behind his dark head. A rather dreamy look could be seen in Sir Guy’s kohl-rimmed eyes as he looked up at the ceiling.

Avenida Revolución has many open bars, pharmac...

Avenida Revolución has many open bars, pharmacies, and curio shops that attract many tourists. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ladywriter looked up, her quart-sized Ziplock bag, partially filled with travel-sized toiletries, in her hand. She wanted to make sure everything she needed would fit. No last-minute jockeying to make things work.  She’d be in quite a dither as it is.  As excited as a kid anticipating Christmas morning.

“Mmmmmm. That’s unlikely, Sir Guy. We will be at Comic-Con every day, all day, and–I’m not too keen on traveling to another country late at night, not to mention additional unneeded expense. Anyway–I suspect I shall be too exhausted to even entertain such an idea.”

“Ah.” Sir Guy nodded, looking just a little crestfallen. “I suppose then I don’t need to take the sombrero you brought back for me from one of your cruises?”

Sr Guy in his afore-mentioned souvenir sombrero. He does make one mucho sexy hombre, si?

She smiled up at him. “Probably not. Unless, of course, you decide to go to Comic-Con as Pancho Villa or some other desperado. Speaking of which, have you decided upon a costume yet, my dear dark knight?”

Sir Guy heaved a sigh. LW enjoyed the rise and fall of his broad chest beneath the Floppy Black Pirate Shirt. “Oh–I’ve had a few ideas. I thought of our Creator’s history–having appeared in one of those–erhm– Star movies . . .” His brow furrowed slightly.

Star Wars films?” Ladywriter offered.

“Exactly. Although I believe his role was extremely brief . . .” Guy’s mouth curled into one of his trademark smirks. “It would suit the occasion, surely, and give me an opportunity to show off my skills with weaponry.”

He gave a manly disdainful sniff and flicked back a stray lock of hair. “Not that they gave me many opportunities to do so in Robin Hood. Why must baddies be so tiresomely incompetent in family-friendly productions, I ask?”

Guy channeling his inner Jedi as a possible Comic-Con costume. He looks pretty fetching to me.

Ladywriter gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know. It’s especially vexing when one is outdone by a hero who’s as irritating a git as the “Legend” was presented by TPTB.  Just remember-we all knew who the true hero of the piece was . . .”

Sir Guy gave her a gracious nod, almost managing to hide his smug little smirk. “And speaking of heroes–I had considered, perhaps, a superhero’s costume? Would that not be appropriate for such an occasion?”

Sir Guy as the mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent on the brink of transforming into Superman.

And as the Man of Steel himself. Imagine that physique in tights . . . *thud*

“And since my Creator was in one of these Avenger films . . . perhaps I could go as one of them?”

Sir Guy as Ironman.

Guy as Thor with his big ol’ hammer.

Guy as Captain America–the superhero who chased down one of the Creator’s ChaRActers, Heinz Kruger. A lot of All-American superheroes are being played by Brits of late–Henry Cavill, Andrew Garfield and Christian Bale–so why not Sir Guy??

“Well, Sir Guy, I think you could pull off any of the costumes.” LW privately thought quite a few of the Comic-Con attendees would enjoy it if Sir Guy literally did pull off such a costume during the event.  Talk about a stellar moment . . .

“However, I think your Milanese designer threads or your lovely leather togs would work very, very well for the occasion, too . . .”

LW suspected that Sir Guy, much as his Creator the lovely Richard Armitage, would knock the socks off of plenty of folks at Comic-Con.  What an adventure it would be . . .

LW finds this outfit pretty super, actually. One suspects Guy does, too.

Looks pretty super to me.

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