﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" href="http://denver.yourhub.com/Feed.css"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>The Denver Newspaper Agency YourHub.com Blogs by Mike  Daciek </title><link>http://denver.yourhub.com</link><description>The latest blog posts in The Denver Newspaper Agency YourHub.com</description><language>en-us</language><managingEditor>news@yourhub.com</managingEditor><copyright>(c) 2009, YourHub.com</copyright><ttl>5</ttl><item><title>A Change of Heart - 8</title><description>I have been accepted by an internet publisher to publish my novel so it will be discontinued on YourHub. My thanks to those who showed an interest in my book. In order to read the rest of my book, click on the title,   A Change of Heart.</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~650557.aspx</link><pubDate>8/27/2009 2:23:59 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>A Change of Heart-7</title><description>Chapter 28     A week had passed since Zach's rendezvous with Bob. Amelia had invited him to her place for lunch, and as he drove, he pondered over the best way of enticing Rachel into the fold. Dr. Morgan would follow her lead. He suspected that Amelia might hold the answer, so he was anxious ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~649014.aspx</link><pubDate>8/23/2009 9:46:57 AM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>A Change of heart-6</title><description>Chapter 22   Amelia quietly scanned the waiting room of Rachel Van Doren's medical clinic. Soft classical music complimented the pastel-shaded walls, enhanced by colorful paintings of nature's most brilliant flowers. Amelia stood in awe, identifying the roses, orchids, and sunflowers enlarge...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~644699.aspx</link><pubDate>8/8/2009 1:11:21 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>A Change of Heart - 5</title><description>Chapter 17    "Would you like a bottle of wine or champagne?" asked the flight attendant.  Amelia and John were sitting in the first class section of a Boeing 747 jumbo jet enroute to Fort Lauderdale, Florida.   "Champagne for honeymooners, wine for lovers," the bubbly flight attendant added wi...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~642966.aspx</link><pubDate>8/3/2009 3:03:33 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>A Change of Heart-4</title><description>Chapter 11    "Where's the wounded sergeant and civilian?" Zach asked as he studied the lonely aircraft parked between the two main buildings in the center of the compound. The civilian's silver Pilatus Porter aircraft bore no carrier identification, only a five-letter code, XY-PCB, on its tail...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~642085.aspx</link><pubDate>7/30/2009 4:32:09 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>A change of heart-3</title><description>Chapter 7   It was the summer of 1950. Steve Scroggins and Joe Savage had reported to Goodfellow Air Force base in San Angelo, Texas, for Basic Pilot Training. They were student pilots undergoing multi-engine training above the Texas desert in a B-25, a twin-engine retread from World War II. Th...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~640121.aspx</link><pubDate>7/24/2009 7:46:51 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>A Change of Heart-2</title><description>Chapters 4-6    Chapter 4    September 1964    1st Air Commando Wing    Hurlburt Field  ,   Florida   "Room, ten-hut!"  Zach snapped to attention with the other pilots as the colonel entered the theater. It was so quiet Zach could hear the rubbing of the commander's pants as he marched to the p...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~638293.aspx</link><pubDate>7/20/2009 4:40:27 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>A Change of Heart</title><description>Prologue  At age thirty-four, Amelia Savage, America's sweetheart olympic and triathlon champion, suddenly becomes ill. Her cardiologist reveals that she needs a heart transplant caused by a toxic chemical in her bloodstream. It's traced to her husband, John Hart, and she is damn angry. With le...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~637646.aspx</link><pubDate>7/18/2009 3:13:22 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>Roundball with Northridge Nooners</title><description>I moved into Highlands Ranch in August of 1986 (I was fifty-three years old at the time) and shortly thereafter began working out at the Northridge Recreation Center which had just opened. I would pop in around eleven-thirty to play basketball with some of the Mission Viejo construction workers ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Sports/Local-Sports/Blog~497681.aspx</link><pubDate>7/19/2008 3:32:07 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>Brown Recluse spider 101</title><description>Brown Recluse Spider 101  By  Mike Daciek  About four years ago when we were in Columbia, Missouri my wife and I met a college girl at a party. The subject of recluse spiders came up and the young girl said she had recently been bitten by a recluse spider on her inner thigh midway between her hi...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~476739.aspx</link><pubDate>5/29/2008 4:47:11 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>"Eject, Eject, Eject!"</title><description>"Eject, Eject, Eject!"     by Robert K. Mock    as told to    Michael R. Daciek    20 JANUARY 1972   A RECONNAISSANCE PHANTOM WAS SHOT DOWN 15 MILES SOUTH OF THE BAN BAN VALLEY IN NORTHERN LAOS DURING A BARREL ROLL MISSION.    A day in the life of Major Robert K. Mock, World's Greatest Fighter ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Education-General/Blog~431046.aspx</link><pubDate>2/19/2008 2:35:10 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>No brakes!</title><description>"When you try to place a square block into a round hole, you've initiated the first step into changing a mundane routine operation into a predictable 'Oh, No!' situation."  Mike Daciek - 1959   The C123 Provider entered service in 1955. It had two Pratt and Whitney R-2800 piston engines, carri...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~401921.aspx</link><pubDate>12/7/2007 3:47:53 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>Riding off into the Colorado sunset</title><description>INTO THE SUNSET  Reading e-mails of the trials and tribulations of interrupted travel by several of my Snowbird friends driving to Florida reminded me of a trip I took from Topeka, Kansas to Littleton, Colorado in August of 1967.   After getting my family settled in Littleton and having finished...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Travel/Blog~276937.aspx</link><pubDate>3/12/2007 10:35:13 AM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>B-36 Peacemaker/Ten Engine Bomber</title><description>B-36 Peacemaker   "Would you cadets like to see a B-36?" Our heads turned to see an air force officer dressed in a tan, short-sleeved summer uniform. The sunlight flashed off of his silver senior pilot wings.   It was the summer of 1953 and ten awestruck cadets stood under the wing of an XC-99, ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~160407.aspx</link><pubDate>12/13/2006 10:58:14 AM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>How was your day?</title><description>On Monday morning after New Years Day, 1972, I awakened to a winter wonderland. Yawning, I pulled the curtain back to peek into the darkness as I placed the phone back on its cradle. Iowa lay under a two foot blanket of fresh soft snow left by a fast moving Canadian cold front. I had called Des ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~110416.aspx</link><pubDate>8/4/2006 11:08:47 AM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>Crash landing! Chuck Criger's sacred secret</title><description>The aircraft entered a lazy roll to the right. Chuck swallowed and whispered, "Oh, boy! Something is wrong here." He countered the roll by applying left aileron but the plane kept rolling right. It was now on its back and the nose dipped toward the ground.  Chuck shoved the control stick forward...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Literature/Fiction/Blog~108759.aspx</link><pubDate>7/31/2006 4:32:04 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>It's all a matter of timing</title><description>I turned my head to glare at my new flight instructor.  You retard , I thought.  This isn't a negative perspiration situation !  He poked a rigid finger at the cockpit windshield and barked: "Don't look at me, watch for other planes!"  We were cruising a thousand feet above the Texas desert ...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Blog~107975.aspx</link><pubDate>7/28/2006 1:30:20 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>The mystery of the crazy clock</title><description>In Glen Eagles Village, an over fifty-five adult community, some of us enjoy swimming between the hours of two andfive p.m. Two or three enjoy swimming laps, while others simply tread water with "noodles," colorful styro-foam floatation devices about five feet long, while chatting about any subje...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Relationships/Blog~105165.aspx</link><pubDate>7/19/2006 12:31:19 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>Greatest aviator who ever lived</title><description>We landed our Frontier Airlines Convair 580 at Riverton, Wyoming. I bolted from the cockpit and rushed into the terminal, salivating at the thought of eating one of their freshly baked cream pies. Passengers were milling about shoulder to shoulder, talking in a high state of excitement reminisc...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/Denver/Blogs/Archive/Literature/Short-Stories/Blog~66686.aspx</link><pubDate>3/24/2006 11:57:24 AM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>Flame-out! B-737 twin-jet in flight emergency</title><description>Flame-out! My gut tightened into a knot as my right leg pushed against air, stretching for the elusive rudder pedal which had been jammed to its full stop. Too late for a ground abort!   My first officer, was on top of the situation. The heading held steady, confirming his quick and accurate re...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Literature/Short-Stories/Blog~62249.aspx</link><pubDate>3/13/2006 11:24:22 AM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item><item><title>From Airplanes to Children's Books</title><description>In 1988 while flying Captain on a Continental B-727 out of Stapleton Air Field I enjoyed inviting unaccompanied children into my cockpit prior to engine start. Most kids loved to sit in the First Officer's seat and play with the controls, pushing and pulling all the buttons (carefully supervised,...</description><link>http://denver.yourhub.com/HighlandsRanch/Blogs/Archive/Literature/Books/Blog~56429.aspx</link><pubDate>2/23/2006 8:24:55 PM</pubDate><author>Mike  Daciek </author></item></channel></rss>