It’s usually very early in the morning that the howling of the pack of coyotes comes through the small open window in our bedroom. Just a little fresh air is nice, even in the winter, but the hoot of the owls and those pesky coyotes wake us up now and then.

Tempting to get out the big flashlight and the flat trajectory rifle that shoots tiny bullets very, very fast (4,000 fpm) a .220 Swift. It’s too early in the day and we all are asleep. There are no sheep to protect and we tire a bit of the old chickens that are down on production anyway. However, they are in the coop and the pets are in the house so we roll over and pull up the quilt.

Those coyotes remind me of Facebook and my postings of these columns in a way. How many hits have I got from yesterday? We eagerly howl and prance around with success of the hunt for fame and perhaps even a meal or two. “Lets have lunch sometime, I really liked your latest”

It’s a relatively new addiction for everyone. Not too long ago with 56K modems and twisted pair phone lines, the concept of watching movies and world wide communication with almost instantaneous speed was reserved for the military.

Back in the sixties, I would be in the top secret communications room. Locked in. And with teletype hooked into a pretty fast network at sea, we did pretty good. When I was a teenager, it was with CW ham radio (continuous wave, Morse code) I was able to communicate with other ham operators overseas sometimes. It was fast but no audio and certainly no video streaming! After all, light speed is pretty fast but the technical description would be, Not much bandwidth.

So now, I sit at my desk with fiber optic internet hooked up to my computer and look at my stats for my face book and my Word Press web site at the same time. How many ‘likes’ and even comments on my latest posts! Even a heart emoji takes the thrill to a new level.

The internet coyote howls arise as some of my blogging pals have a huge fan club and mine is just starting to grow with only 400 columns so far. Encouragement isn’t bad of course, but the bragging and howl in my spirit is taken as more than encouragement. Come to the feeding trough of fame! You are important and we will trade the meals as you chow down on my blog and I on yours. Wait till my book comes out!

As I write about my best friend, Jesus, I realize the coyote howl is a world’s weak way of expressing worth. Power and fame and sometimes even fortune to those that can get the pack to howl the loudest. When I am gone, those coyote howls will be gone too. There is treasure in the Lords still, small voice of eternity speaking of real worth to me. It is the greatest treasure. And it is forever indescribable love. It’s pretty good.

Jack Gator       ( with a poetical thank you to Allen Ginsberg for his Howl.)