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Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.

The big red machine. It was big as a Frigidaire refrigerator. But with one exception. It wasn’t white like the one in my mom’s kitchen. It was a bit bigger but very red. Often found outside on the curbing around a gas station. And scribed across its front in large white lettering was ‘CokeOfCola.’ TheContinue reading “Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.”

What I wouldn’t do if eating with the Queen.

From the Confessional. I have these habits and foibles I must confess. Just to get it off my gray hairy chest. Please understand. I’m trying to be good. I love a good bowl of cereal. Especially if it is some of that homemade granola we buy at Sprouts. Sprinkle it with raisins and sunflower seeds.Continue reading “What I wouldn’t do if eating with the Queen.”

Okie poet society, a poem.

Red Dirt Poetry. By Okie beyond borders Dusty winds whistled about Through the baren leafless trees. The rusty sandpaper sky hung over the horizon like a theater backdrop As if In a John Steinbeck novel. Shuffling and searching in the foreground for whatever meager sustenance there possibly could be Were silhouettes of three searchers. Billy,Continue reading “Okie poet society, a poem.”

Driving my red headed aunt in her orange car.

Drive her to Oklahoma It wasn’t but a few days after I finished my sophomore year in high school June 1960 and my Aunt Elsie came and asked to drive her to Oklahoma. Well, to be fair she would share the driving duties as well. However, I had not taken my final driver’s test. IContinue reading “Driving my red headed aunt in her orange car.”

Continuing my drunk person series. DUI Dancing.

DUI Dancing Under the Influence. Back when I was a mere 18-years old in 1962 my friend Jim and I would occasionally drive up into the San Bernardino mountains east of Los Angeles and visit a friend who lived in the upper desert of Hesperia. A place that certainly can become desert hot in theContinue reading “Continuing my drunk person series. DUI Dancing.”

Book Report: Three books for the price of one.

Book Report. Here is John Grisham times three. A compilation of novellas in one bound volume. Grisham first takes us back to familiar territory with one of his favorite attorney characters. Jake Brigance is contacted by an ex-lawyer friend who skipped town with some client’s cash, left his wife and family, and escaped to CostaContinue reading “Book Report: Three books for the price of one.”

The slowest fast food I’ve ever had.

Fast food eatery I will never go to again. Carl’s, Jr. To begin with and in retrospect this is Carl’s routine go-to policy. Let me explain. We just exited I-40 and drove up to the Carl’s, Jr. Drive-thru to make an order. Their outside menu showed they have various chicken items. Both sandwiches and chickenContinue reading “The slowest fast food I’ve ever had.”

A pillowy mound of pillows.

I absolutely don’t get it! Sheba, my secret spouse, insists we have piles and piles of pillows on our bed. Pillows that cover half the bed. And we are talking a queen size bed. What is Sheba trying to accomplish here? Are we to hide under them during a bombing raid? Or dig in underContinue reading “A pillowy mound of pillows.”

Prose beside the road.

Roadside Poetry. He had his paddle. He served the ball. Across the net. Whizzed a mighty pickleball. Burma shave Go to Burma-Shave – Wikipedia Cute little red fence post signs in sequence about fifty feet apart with humorous limericks. Generally seen out on long stretches of old US highways from the 1940sto the 1970s.

Letters to: Ask Uncle Charlie.

Ask Uncle Charlie. Dear Uncle Charlie, It’s about my brother and his wife. Actually, it’s about him, his wife and his two Persian cats and a gray parrot named Archimedes. It’s about them all when they come to visit our home. The problem is when my brother and his ‘Animal-rights’ wife come to visit, theyContinue reading “Letters to: Ask Uncle Charlie.”