#edgarriceburroughs - Every Day With Edgar Rice Burroughs - November 3, 2025

 November 3, 2025 and on this day forty years ago in 1985, the Gray Morrow illustrated and Don Kraar scripted Tarzan Sunday newspaper story arc, The Night of the Meteor, concluded. The story arc ran for twelve weeks, typical of the time.

The entire story arc and several more Sunday Tarzans are available to read at www.erbzine.com. This one is available at: https://www.erbzine.com/mag35/3513.html

A catastrophic meteor shower was predicted and Tarzan raced to save a lost colony of Boer settlers, a few of which didn’t believe him and refused his help.

The drabble for today is, “The Sky, The Sky,” and it was inspired by the story arc, “The Night of the Meteor.”

Tarzan was trying to save wildlife from an expected meteor shower. He discovered a lost Boer village. He said, “You must leave quickly. A terrible meteor shower is coming tonight. It will destroy your village.”

Jan, a Boer leader, laughed. “You sound like Chicken Little. “The sky is falling. The sky is falling. I won’t leave.”

The meteors destroyed the village and killed Jan and his followers.

Tarzan said, “Those people didn’t have to die. If I was wrong, he could have just returned to his undamaged home. My way was a win/win. His was a win/lose. He chose poorly.”

#edgarriceburroughs - Every Day With Edgar Rice Burroughs - November 2, 2025

 November 2, 2025 and on this day years ago in 1942, Ed wrote to George Carlin, and no, not that George Carlin, thanking him for his United Press correspondent credentials. Edgar Rice Burroughs officially became the World’s Oldest War Correspondent. In early December, he reported for duty and began writing “Dairy of a Confused Old Man or Buck Burroughs Rides again” about his experiences. The entire diary is available to read online at: https://www.erbzine.com/mag68/6800.html. The diary is, of course, copyrighted by Edgar Rice Burroughs Incorporated.

The drabble for today, “Pack Up Your Ole Kit Bag,” is excerpted from the first entry in that diary. It’s been slightly edited for length to be exactly 100 words long.

Hulbert phoned to say G-2 had called to say there was a seat for me on a plane leaving the next morning reserved for me. I was in the midst of a poker hand, stayed to win it, got up, and walked out with the money.

I packed my B-4 and musette bag. G-2 told Hulbert I was allowed 55 pounds. My gear weighed much more than fifty-five. The B-4 was jammed full; so was the musette bag. I also had a tin hat and a typewriter. Later, I acquired a gas mask. When fully loaded, I could just stagger.