Greetings loyal airmen.  Well another week has zipped past us and the older I get the more I sit back and reflect just how fast life does move.  Lots of good and fun things have happened in just seven days.  So let's dig into them.

First up, two weeks ago my good friend and working associate, Anthony Schiavino e-mailed me with an idea to launch as yet another internet site.  He wanted it to be a place where all the new pulp writers and artists we were  working with on various projects, could meet and promote their efforts.  It wasn't that I was totally negative to the idea.  But in the past I have belonged to all kinds of internet forums and ultimately stopped going to them  because I was simply too busy with my own writing.  So why bother, I thought, and told Anthony that.  Well give him credit, he was not undaunted by my less than enthusiastic response and replied he was going to give it a shot regardless.  He asked if  I ha any ideas for a possible title?  I was in the middle of writing my Phantom story and thought if you wanted to play up the true essence of the pulps, which were built more on sweat than inspiration, then you should have something to reflect that.  Ergo, the Pulp Factory.  

Anthony slapped up as a Blogger site where only members could actually create post, but anyone could stop by, read them and leave comments.   Before that first Saturday was over, half a dozen of our colleagues had signed on and during the course of the next week more and more joined up.  I was simply amazed, and delighted to have been soundly proven wrong.   And to celebrate the first week of the Pulp Factory's existence, Anthony even made up a great little cartoon strip.

At the bottom of the last panel is the actual web address for the Pulp Factory.  Please, if you are at all curious, stop on by and check it out.  The logo was illustrated by my good friend, Rob Davis and yes, we already have tee shirts and a coffee mug to go with it.  And…now that we are two weeks old (tomorrow) the list of writers and artists signed on is much larger than reported here.  Never was I so happy to be so wrong.  Tip of the pulp fedora to Anthony.  A true man of vision.

Somewhere in last week's Log Entry, I did mention that the kids were back to school and the old familiar yellow school buses were once again a daily sight in most American neighborhoods.  One of the most unusual things about this opening school year for the Fortier clan is that all five of our grand kids attending school all began the year in a “new” school.   Kristi, the oldest, started high school.  (I know…I'm still in shock over that one..ha.) Her isister Chelsea is in fifth grade at the new middle school.  Out in Colorado, both Cora and Alex, who had been  attending a very special private school, were now entering public grade school.   I am happy to report all four of them are doing just great, as Valerie and I knew they would.

And if you've been counting your fingers, I did say five of our six grand children.  Sure enough, in the town of Bethel, Conn, the above little yellow bus drove up to the home of Ms.Taryn Fortier to take her to the wonderful and always excting world of Kindergarden.

Of course her nine month old brother Logan had to come and see her off, allowing him to inspect this strange looking vehicle up close.  Like his father, Scott, Logan never takes anything at face value.  Taryn had a great first day and since has become really aclimated to the process of school, teachers, learning and fun.  She is a really bright girl (her grandfather said with obvious pride) and is going to do great things.

At the end, I'll leave all of you with this thought that Valerie and I discussed the other day while watching a local bus picking up neighborhood kids.  This being, of course adult wisdom and hindsight.  Isn't the entire concept of eduction truly amazing?  You are brought to a facility where, for eight hours, people teach you things!!  And of course being kids, we detest the entire process.  Ha.  Whereas, as adults, I would love to have 8 free hours a day where my job was to just sit there…and learn things.

That's all for another speedy seven, loyal airmen.  Take care and have a great week, Ron, over and out.