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Fred Robel
Works at Kalitta Air
Attended Lansing Community College School of Aviation
Lives in Au Gres, MI USA
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And winds carried the screams of a million bunny cakes.

Happy Easter!


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Idk about you.
I'm talking about cars.
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Found some ice and snow along the shore today. Brr!

#spring #winter #easter 
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Thanks for sharing views from shoreline, there is hope for spring and a nice summer. I too like seasons, but in moderation.
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Strings of meat-like substance
That's what the black beak was pulling up
Up out of the flattened carcass of a red squirrel
One of those famous rats with fluffy tails that are everywhere in the spring
Running with no regard to personal safety across roads everywhere

The black beak in question was on the face of a black bird
Sort of a medium black bird
So I don't know if it was a crow, or a raven, or just a black bird
Is black bird a type of bird?
I'll have to look that up

The only reason I'm here to see this macabre display of culinary delight
Is because I'm driving towards it
At about thirty miles per hour

The black bird pays this fact no mind
As he methodically picks at the squirrel innards before him

I get closer and start thinking I should maybe hit the brakes
Or maybe swerve into the other lane to avoid hitting the bird
But as this type of bird usually does
He flaps away at the last second to avoid me

The poor flat squirrel passes below the center of the car
And I watch it dwindle in my rear view mirror as I get further away

Before I'm twenty yards from the flat squirrel
That black bird drops back into his place
Cocking his head to examine things closely
Before driving that black beak in once again
Strings of meat-like substance That's what the black beak was pulling up Up out of the flattened carcass of a red squirrel One of those famous rats with fluffy tails that are everywhere in the spring Running with no regard to...
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Quick little blighters!
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"Robert!
Come get your Easter basket off the table
Or I'll give it to the pigs!"

Robert jumped up to move as he heard his mother's voice
Pausing his video game as he went
The digital warrior onscreen instantly frozen in mid-swing of a machete
With a white rabbit hanging in pixelated air
As it hung there interminably trying to escape its fate

Grabbing the basket
Robert headed to his room
Looking to stow his trove of eggs and chocolates upon his tall dresser
The higher the better
Lest one of the pigs could connive a way to get to it

The video game was waiting out in the living room
In all of its frozen framed glory
Just needing a touch of someone's finger
For the mayhem to begin anew

But Robert couldn't move
His eyes fixated on one of the eggs
Which had peculiar patterns upon its colored shell

Upon the pinky orange background of Paas dye
There was a filigree of gold
First a grid-like pattern with dots sworls and dotted lines connecting them
Then all condensing into a dot the size of one of mom's stick pin ball heads
Before expanding again to cover the entire surface of the shell
Showing a moving picture of a boy holding an egg

Slowly the fine lined boy upon the eggshell cracked the egg he held in half
Discarding one half of the egg
The boy looked at the remaining half in his hand
And slowly put his index finger into it

The golden lines froze like that for a moment
Then contracted to a dot once again
Only to show the first grid pattern once again
Then the dot
Then the boy with the egg animation 

The cycle of images continued as Robert stood and stared
Seemingly out of time with the rest of the world
The clock on the kitchen wall stood silent and still
Hands and pendulum immobile

After an eternity or a second
Robert moved
His hand reached out and took the egg up
Gently cradling it in the fingers of his right hand
The left hand smoothly coming up to grasp the top half of the egg
Breaking away a dome shaped chunk of shell in one motion
As if the calcium carbonate had perforations manufactured into it 

But that piece was unimportant
And quickly discarded onto the floor

Robert's eyes peered into the open topped egg that rested upon his fingers
Falling into the swirling darkness and light within
No patterns
No reason
Simply chaos inside the shell

Until almost unconsciously
Robert aped the motions of the filigree cartoon
Bringing his free hand index finger to the opening in the egg
Slender finger wrapped in brown skin tipped with a slightly dirty fingernail 
Dipped into the churning miniature madness daintily

Instantly the chaos became ordered
Compressing to a dark pinprick speck
Then exploding outwards with a blinding light
That imprinted itself upon Robert's retinas 

The tiny light expanded into a bright cloud
Which broke up into smaller points of light
Tiny star armed affairs
That soon twisted with rotational motion
And buffeted by tiny cosmic winds

The lights changed color gradually and slightly
Going from white to yellow to red to black again
But others forming as the old ones faded

Occasionally a tiny speck would wander from one sparkly starfish to another
Though that didn't happen often
As the tiny specks continued their little life cycles
Slower now though
And not as many at any given time

Slowly dwindling in number until there was only one left
The largest one Robert had yet observed
And much like several of the other ones before it
A few tiny specks darted out from the twisted sparkling spiral
Searching in the blackness
But now finding no other destinations
Because they were no more

Some of the specks returned home
Though one kept going
Seemingly exploring the boundaries of it's universe
Until it vanished before reaching the shell of the egg

Robert stared at the last tiny spiral
As parts of it changed color
Growing dimmer and dimmer
Until it winked from sight

Nothingness now resided within the egg
Supported by all ten of Robert's fingers
He remembered to breathe
The clock in the kitchen started ticking again
Sounds and smells of life entered his senses

Blinking wearily Robert set the egg down carefully in the basket
Nestling it safely in the synthetic Easter grass
Open end up
Just in case something there needed to be contained safely.

He remembered his video game
And scampered back out to the living room to press START again

After all there would be time later to eat chocolate and chew jellybeans

And there were three other eggs
Just like the first

#pocketpoem   #easter   #resurrection   #creation   #creationist   #heresy   #multiverse  
"Robert! Come get your Easter basket off the table Or I'll give it to the pigs!" Robert jumped up to move as he heard his mother's voice Pausing his video game as he went The digital warrior onscreen instantly frozen in mid-s...
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You add rungs as my hands reach for them
Removing them as my feet step off
A never ending Jacob's ladder
Of solid wood created in the mind

Just another game we play
Keeping the darkness at bay
Activity that entertains the angels
Idle hands that the devil doesn't mind

Flexible rules
For faux butterflies
Flowers seen with eyes closed
Tasted upon the ears of a distracted mind

#pocketpoem
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I glanced through this earlier and thought about us on the hamster wheel:)
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Building a story one block at a time.

#writing #author 
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The old sign was freshly painted
"Become a real superhero or - $5"
And it seemed like an odd typo
To have that 'or' hanging off the end
But hey
Nobody is perfect

So I went into the single wide that the sign was hanging on

I paid my five bucks
An old man in a lead suit gave me a box and left the room
I opened it
I dropped dead

The old man tottered back
Dragged a piece of drywall off an opening in the floor
And rolled me into it
Where I fell into bottomless darkness

Box picked up
Plywood in place
Old man waiting
The experiment set for the next person

Upon the wall next to the calendar
Was a sign with a small whiteboard square
It currently read

"It has been 9768 days
Since the last superhero"

#pocketpoem
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Work
Occupation
Full time Aircraft Inspector, part time Poet & Writer
Employment
  • Kalitta Air
    Inspector, 2008 - present
  • Pratt & Whitney Plattsburgh Flight Test
    Lead Inspector, 2000 - 2008
  • Kitty Hawk International
    AOG Mechanic, 1999 - 2000
  • American International Airways
    Aircraft Mechanic, 1993 - 1999
  • Foster, Swift, Collins & Smith (Law Firm)
    Office Services Clerk, 1991 - 1993
  • Meijer
    Housewares Associate, 1990 - 1991
  • Michigan State University Housing
    Summer Janitor Guy, 1990 - 1990
  • McDonald's - Rudd Enterprise
    Grill Cook, 1989 - 1990
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Currently
Au Gres, MI USA
Previously
Haslett, MI USA - Beekmantown, NY USA - Plattsburgh, NY USA - Greenbush, MI USA - East Lansing, MI USA
Story
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Writer, Aircraft Inspector, Father, Husband
Introduction
Hello, my name is Fred. 

I believe everyone is a person worth noting in life.  Everyone has something to contribute, and should.  Sharing ourselves and our experiences publicly is a way to give back to humanity, and share the important things in life.  Lessons learned, loves lost, happiness found, things created.

Nice to meet you!

I have many interests that I share, and like to have shared with me.  These include aviation, automobiles, motorcycles, poetry, short stories, serials, and most manner of creative writing; which I write every day.  

Photography:  I often share images from my life in aviation, pics of my books (book porn), mechanicals, transportation, and other things.  

I am a building block, helping to build humanity to new heights.
Bragging rights
Published my first book in 2012!
Education
  • Lansing Community College School of Aviation
    Aviation Maintenance Technology, 1989 - 1992
    After a slow start, because I didn't know what I wanted out of life. I settled into the two year aviation maintenance program at LCC. I did very well, and haven't second guessed my choice.
  • East Lansing High School
    High School Diploma, 1985 - 1989
    Four years of slacking in my case. I could write a book all about not living up to one's potential. And, nachos. Eating nachos.
  • St Thomas Aquinas School
    1977 - 1985
    Catholic Gradeschool; church every single morning. Yee-haw!
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Other names
Eric Robel, Frederick Robel, Frederick D Robel II, Fritz Roeth
This place is local to me, and my family goes there often. As far as pizza goes, they have some of the best in the area (try the BLT pizza!), with decent turn around time. They don't deliver, as far as I know though. The dough recipe for their crusts and bread sticks is awesome. I love the taste, and always eat my crusts. Might have something to do with them having a wonderful bakery as well. With doughnuts and pastries of all kinds, fresh breads, cookies, pies, the whole nine yards. Local wine available there as well. If you go there for breakfast, make sure you try the cinnamon bread toast, or even the cinnamon bread french toast. It is made from the same cinnamon bread you can buy up front to take home, and it is something else! Service is usually very good, unless they are packed, then the wait time goes up a little. But that's to be expected. The staff is friendly, and know all their product. Gift shop up front too, with local items for sale (books, wine, clothing, knick-knacks), good selection. This is the best family restaurant in Au Gres, hands down. At least to me.
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Food: ExcellentDecor: Very goodService: Very good
Public - a year ago
reviewed a year ago
This is a wonderful place to go eat. It's off the beaten path to be sure, just follow the signs up Mapes Rd, and you'll find it. A huge ranch house, with rooms up above, with what looks like paddocks out back. Apparently there is an airfield back there somewhere too. This place was recommended to me for the steaks, and the steaks are simply amazing. First, they bring out a small loaf of homemade bread, and honey butter. Then the beautiful steak came out. The best I've had in a very long time. The wait staff was very good, the place was clean and friendly. Prices were very reasonable too. Our family of five ate very well for under 60 dollars. I'd recommend this place to anyone.
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Public - 2 years ago
reviewed 2 years ago
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