Monthly Archives: May 2017

SONG LYRIC SUNDAY – YELLOW RIVER

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SONG LYRIC SUNDAY – YELLOW RIVER

https://helenswordsoflife.com/2017/05/27/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-52817/

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Today, for Song Lyric Sunday, we are asked to post a song about the military, for Memorial Day.

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This song, “Yellow River” is one of my favorites. I still have the 45 record of it (see photo).

It is said that the song was inspired by the thought of a soldier coming home after fighting in the Civil War. As it was released during the era of the Viet Nam war, some thought it was about a place there.

I think it is a good song, a happy song, that conveys the relief of a soldier coming home to his family and friends after a long time away, fighting for his country.

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As an Army wife for over 21 years, we are now retired. I have been, and later our children have been on the home front side, giving support for our soldier, husband, and father.I honor all those who serve in the military, whatever branch they choose. It is not easy. We knew the relief of our loved one coming home after war, when so many of our friends and families did not.

I do not like war. I am for Peace…worldwide.

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“Yellow River”, by Christie, was released as a single from the album, “Christie”, in 1970, on the labels CBS (UK) and Epic (US). It was written by Jeff Christie.

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YELLOW RIVER

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So long boy you can take my place got my papers I’ve got my pay
So pack my bags and I’ll be on my way to yellow river

Put my guns down the war is won
Fill my glass high the time has come
I’m going back to the place that I love yellow river

Yellow river yellow river is in my mind and in my eyes
Yellow river yellow river is in my blood it’s the place I love
Got no time for explanation got no time to lose
Tomorrow night you’ll find me
Sleeping underneath the moon at yellow river

Cannon fire lingers in my mind I’m so glad that I’m still alive
And I’ve been gone for such a long time from yellow river

I remember the nights were cool I can still see the water pool
And I remember the girl that I knew from yellow river

Yellow river yellow river is in my mind and in my eyes
Yellow river yellow river is in my blood it’s the place I love

Songwriters
JEFF CHRISTIE

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Lyrics found on MetroLyrics – http://www.metrolyrics.com/yellow-river-lyrics-tony-christie.html

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FOR PAOLO – R I P

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FOR PAOLO – R I P

Paolo passed peacefully over the rainbow bridge, very late at night, on May 25, 2017. He was 20 years old.

Paolo appeared on my daughter’s apartment door step, when he was just a tiny kitten. This was in 1997. He lived quite a while with her, until she had to move away for college. He came to stay here with us, then. She would take him for rides in the ‘moving house’, which is what she called the car, and he loved riding.

Over the years he had a lot of nick-names. His name is Sao Paolo, after the city in Brazil, which my daughter had just came home from when she found Paolo. Other names we’d call him, were Paolo Jones, P. J. Jazzy Jones, and King of 3s. He was a very loving kitty, and loved to ‘talk’ to us. He had lots of funny quirks, too. He loved his ‘mice water’, which was actually just ice water in his bowl. I’d ask him did he want some ice water, which sounded like some mice water. He would wait to drink until the ice cubes were in there. He also loved whipped cream, and special cat milk, formulated for cats to drink.

He had a favorite toy. It was called ‘Stubbins’. This was a cat toy stick which had a long, fluffy feather on the end, but the feather had finally wore out, so it was just the stub of it on there…Stubbins. He’d chase that toy around in circles. We laughed and said he was about to turn into butter. He also liked his strings. These were very long cording type strings, on a silver ring. Someone had started a macrame project with them, and just left it at the house, not wanting it any more, so it became Paolo’s.

Paolo was very good at catching mice and bugs. I once saw him jump straight up from the floor to the top of the door frame, just to catch a moth. Another time I sat down and mentioned to him, very calmly, that I’d seen a mouse peek out from under the refrigerator, and he should go check it out. So, he immediately got off the couch and went into the kitchen. I heard a small scuffle, then he comes back holding the mouse he’d just caught. Good kitty!

After 20 years of being a part of our family, Paolo will be missed so much. He was loved.

I don’t know your beliefs, but I believe we will see our beloved pets again someday. In my mind’s vision, I saw all our other pets who have gone across the bridge, come gathering around to welcome Paolo. He will not be alone or lonely there.

I never say good-bye, just …see you later. ❤

***Paolo will be cremated, and his cremains will be interred next to our other kitties, Gretchen, and Weena. A graveside service will be held next week. Left to miss Paolo is his kitty friend, Cricket.

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INFUSED / SMELL

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INFUSED / SMELL

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https://lindaghill.com/2017/05/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-2717/

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Today I am combining Stream of Consciousness Saturday with the Daily Post Prompt.

SOCS word of the day is ‘smell’, and DP prompt word is ‘infused’.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/infuse/

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Can you have a stream of consciousness drawing?

I’m going with – yes, you can- because this is what I thought of this morning. I burn incense almost every day. I love the beautiful and mysterious smell, as it infuses the air.

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INCENSE

Infuse pure blessings

Banish Negativity

Enjoy lovely smells

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 161

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 161

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 161

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At the studio, Terry was already there, adjusting his sound boards and mics, and his drums. R. J. was there, too, looking like he’d just woke up. Steve parked around back, and he and Ghost lugged in their things.

“Hey, guys, we made it,” Steve said.

Ghost put down what he was carrying and went in search of coffee, in the small break room. R. J. came in for a coffee, too.

“Hey, Ghost, how’s it going?”

“Going good, R. J., now that I have this.” Ghost smiled, as he poured himself a cup.

R. J. nodded in agreement.

“Did Terry give you the list of songs?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, and I practiced the older ones, and learned the new ones from that demo y’all did. It’s weird how we all do this, don’t ‘cha think? I mean, y’all don’t read or write music, but Terry and I can pick up exactly what y’all want for us to do with no problem,” R. J. said.

Ghost shrugged, “That’s ’cause y’all are good at it. And, we’ve been doing it for a long time, so we know how to work together.”

“Yeah, it’s easier with y’all up front. It’s not as easy with Zach and Calvin, though. They got some crazy songs, and it’s taking me awhile to get used to them.”

Ghost smiled. “Well, get ready for some more crazy, ’cause when Kinsey and Terry get back from their vacation, we’re gonna all be playing some, at the same time.” Ghost thought a minute, then said, “Except, I don’t know how Terry’s gonna play a show, and be a guest at the same time…” He was getting confused, now.

“What? All at the same time?” R. J. asked.

“Yeah, for our welcome home show. We all already planned it. I guess Steve will figure it all out…I hope,” Ghost said.

“I don’t know, man,” R. J. said, “sounds pretty crazy, to me.”

Just then, Steve came into the break room. “Y’all gonna drink coffee and chit-chat all day? We got work to do…c’mon.”

Ghost giggled, then said, “Yes sir, boss.”

R. J. sputtered his mouthful of coffee out, at that.

They did come out to the other room and pretended bowing down to Steve and Terry, still laughing and saying, “We’re here, boss…we got it, boss.”

Steve and Terry exchanged a look. “Juveniles…” Steve said. “C’mon, get serious, now,” he said.

They all took up their instruments, and Terry turned on the recorder. Ghost adjusted the stand up mic in front of him, and they began. They ran through the first song, then Terry did the playback. It sounded good, but he thought they could do it a little better. They went through it again, and again he made some adjustments. After going through it again, he mixed the best parts of all three times together, to make one that sounded good to them all.

“One down, and how many more?” R. J. asked.

Steve began to calculate. “Well, thirteen more, if we do them one time each, which is unlikely, so…if like this one, we do each three times…times thirteen…maybe 39 more times all together?”

Terry was nodding, “Sounds about right.”

Ghost sighed. “It’s a lot of singing.” He hoped his voice would hold out, but he had his doubts.

“Yeah, but if we have to we can split ’em up…do some tomorrow,” Steve said. “I know you’re wanting to get out of here as soon as you can, Terry, but these have to be right. We plan on selling the CDs.”

“I know, Steve, and we’re gonna get ’em done, however long it takes,” Terry said.

They regrouped, and began the second song. It took just as long as the first, but they kept on working on them. Everyone was still learning them, so there were stops along the way to fine tune them, too. Close to three hours later, Steve said, “Ok, let’s take a break.”

“We’ve got about half of them like you want, Steve,” Terry said. “We can stop now, or do more after lunch, your call.”

“Ghost, how’s your throat? Can you do some more?” Steve asked.

Ghost drank some water, and cleared his throat. “Uh, I can try, but I can feel it getting scratchy.”

“All right, then, Steve. We’ll break for lunch. Don’t you have a few songs that you do the majority of the singing on?” asked Terry.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, we could do those, so Ghost can rest his voice awhile. How’s that sound?” He looked over to see what Ghost thought about it.

Ghost shrugged, not wanting to use his voice, if he didn’t have to.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asked.

Ghost mouthed the words, “It means ok, we’ll do it that way.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Ok, Terry, you heard him…or not…”

“Yeah, tell ya the truth, I’m tired. Let’s do a couple more, then do the rest in the morning. That ought to do it,” Terry said. “Now, I’m ordering pizza. Y’all grab a drink from the fridge, and chill for awhile.

Steve put his guitar down and found himself a chair to lean back in, and propped up his feet on a table. Ghost and R. J. headed for the break room for sodas. Terry was using his phone, so went outside for a change of scenery, and some cool air. As he stood in front of the record shop, he saw Kinsey come out of the Yew.

Kinsey waved, and walked on over to say hi. “Y’all recording today?” he asked.

“Yep, we’re on a lunch break, right now. It’s going ok, but slow. We may do the last bits tomorrow, because everyone’s getting tired, and Ghost’s voice is wearing out,” Terry said.

Steve had come outside, now, and heard the last part of the conversation. “Yeah, Ghost is fixin’ to get pissy…I can already tell,” he said.

Kinsey laughed. “Well, nobody said it was easy.”

“I know,” Steve said. “It’s fun, but a whole lot of work.”

“I hear ya,” Kinsey said. “I feel the same about the club…and that’s why I’m going on vacation.”

Ghost and R. J. came outside, then, and Ghost said silently, “Hi, Kinsey, I can’t talk.”

Kinsey smiled. “I see…don’t want to wear it out, huh?”

Ghost nodded. Just then the pizza delivery guy came speeding up to the record store, screeching to a stop, almost running down Ghost, who’d been standing just off the sidewalk, in the street.

He jumped out of the way, just in time, but bumped into R. J., and they both went down, spilling their cokes all over.

“Hey, watch where ya going,” Steve yelled, as the guy got out of his car.

The guy sneered. “Thirty minutes or less…gotta hurry…shouldn’t be standing in the street.”

“Fuck thirty minutes or less,” Steve said, as he came toward the guy.

“Hey, here’s ya pizzas…need the money…got more deliveries,” the guy said.

Terry had gone inside to get the money for the pizza, right before, so missed the altercation. Kinsey hollered in the door, to him, “Hey, Terry, the pizza’s here, and Steve’s yelling at him. He almost ran over Ghost.”

Terry hurried to the door, money in hand. “Here’s your money, dude, now take off,” he said.

The guy did, but shot them all the finger, as he left.

Ghost and R. J. were still on the ground, laughing hysterically at the situation. Terry just shook his head, and took the pizzas inside. “Ya wanna eat, get your asses up off the sidewalk,” he said. He, Kinsey, and Steve went inside. Ghost and R. J. finally got control of their laughing fit, and went inside, too. Grabbing their share of the food, they retreated to the break room, to…as Steve put it…chit-chat some more.

Terry and Kinsey were eating over by the counter, talking vacation. Steve felt like the odd man out. He didn’t know which crazy group to join…the immature young ones, or the old farts club. Neither appealed to him, so he went and found a folding chair over by the bargain bin. There he ate in peace.

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Next part coming soon!

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© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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1,001 HORSE NAMES – or NOT?

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1,001 HORSE NAMES – or NOT?

Here I go with a big mistake…a story I’ve told many times over the years, and now I find I got it all wrong! I found evidence of the mistake just today.

The following story is my ‘presumed/remembered’ way it all happened. I even blogged about it on my other blog, on April 9, 2014. It was another entry for the A to Z Blog Challenge. Here’s what is wrong with this…I always just ‘knew’ I’d written down 1,001 Horse Names. However, looking in my scrapbook today for the actual papers, so I could take a photo, I found out I was wrong. It was only 1,000 names.  I also stated that Candy Spots was the first name. It wasn’t…not even close…it was 437! haha – I was shocked! Not a big deal, but still funny how my memory was off like that.

The photo says I did all these names in the summer of 1962, so I would have been eleven years old. I do remember diligently sticking with it all summer long. It was fun. 🙂

Here is the photo: Plus a couple of other drawings I did back then. Did I say I was obsessed with horses? 🙂

**Oh, wow…just noticed number 417 was Ghost! 🙂

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Here’s the story:

Thank you for stopping by! Comments welcome! Happy Reading!

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1,001 HORSE NAMES

I’ve always loved horses. One summer, when I was ten years old, I believe, I started a big project. My grand idea was to make a list of 1,001 names of horses. I settled on that number, because the movie “101 Dalmations” was popular at the time, and I figured, why not go bigger than 101…I’d do 1,001!

All that summer, I worked on the list…name, after name, after name. Some names I’d just make up, some were of real race horses. My grandad liked to go to the horse races at Ruidoso Downs, in New Mexico. When he got back, he’d give me the racing form from his trip to the racetrack. I’d study all the particulars about the horses, and pick out the names I liked, to add to my list.

The very first horse name I wrote was “Candy Spots”, which was the name of a real race horse. I’d also draw pictures of horses to go with the list, since I loved to draw.

I actually still have that list, and I did make it all the way to 1,001! That was such a fun summer.

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CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE – LETTERS Y/Z

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CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE – LETTERS Y/Z

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Letters Y or Z

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This time we are to find photos representing the letters Y and/or Z for the Black & White challenge. To join in the fun, and to see other entries, just click the above link. 🙂

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Yellow tail wine

Zinfandel wine

Zinfandel wine

My bookmark art Z (Peace) Zentangle Inspired Art (ZIA)

A back yard

Yoda inflated Halloween decoration

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 160

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 160

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 160

warning…adult content

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Zach and Trevor continued to enjoy the silence of the early morning woods, as they sat in the old porch swing at Ghost and Steve’s house. A little later, having finished their coffee, they decided to walk around, just to be alone and enjoy the cool weather. They walked down to the end of the driveway, and over to a stand of trees alongside.

“This is a real pretty place to live,” said Zach. He craned his neck back to try and see the tops of the pine trees. “I never saw such huge trees, Trevor, not in New Orleans, anyway. I’m glad I came here.”

“Me, too. I’ve always been around this area. What’s it like where you’re from, Zach. Are you ever taking me there?”

“Maybe someday. It’s nice in New Orleans, but way different than here. Lots of crazy people…well, you met Eddy and Dougal. I’d like to go back for a visit, but I’m still leery. I might get arrested or something,” Zach said.

Just then they heard Steve holler over to them. “Hey, guys, we’re fixin’ breakfast, and we’re done with the shower.”

“Be there in a minute,” Zach hollered back.

“Guess we’re staying for breakfast,” Trevor said.

“Yep, and I’m racing you to the shower,” Zach said, and headed toward the house.

They ran up onto the porch, then inside, laughing and out of breath.

Ghost looked around the kitchen door, holding a spatula. “Pancakes will be ready,” he said.

“Great, we’ll wash up, first,” said Trevor.

“They coming?” asked Steve.

“Uh-huh,” Ghost said, as he expertly flipped another pancake over.

Steve made them all some scrambled eggs and bacon to have with the pancakes. Trevor and Zach came back in after their quick shower.

“You want us here at the table?” asked Zach.

“Yeah, got your plates ready, now,” Steve said, as he set two full plates in front of them.

Ghost finished the last two pancakes, and he and Steve sat down to eat.

“These are really good, Ghost. It’s like they melt in my mouth,” Trevor said.

Ghost thanked him. “I made these when I was a kid. Well, not these here ones, but the same kind.”

Steve snickered, and kept on eating, as Ghost kept on talking.

“I can make potatoes, too…right, Steve?”

“Um-hmm…”

Zach looked at Trevor, then at Steve. not sure if he should laugh, or say anything. But, Trevor kept the conversation going.

“What kind of potatoes?” he asked, remembering that Ghost said to make him explain what he meant.

Ghost looked puzzled, for a second. “Umm, those kind with milk, and you use a spoon, and…what’s it called, Steve?”

Steve smiled, and said, “Soup.”

“Oh, yeah, I just forgot it, but not how to make it. Kinsey lets me make it for the club, sometimes,” Ghost said.

“We’d love to try it someday,” Trevor said.

Ghost smiled. “Ok, cool.”

Steve was thinking how weird it was, how domestic they were all being. First breakfast, and now planning a dinner party?

Ghost frowned at Steve. “Yeah, so what?”

Zach and Trevor, of course, hadn’t heard Steve’s thoughts, so were lost as to what Ghost was saying, now.

“I want to, and you can come, or not,” Ghost said.

“Oh, I’ll come, Ghost,” Steve said. “It’ll be fun.”

“Huh?” Zach said, still confused.

“Oh, we’re planning a dinner party, and inviting y’all over for potato soup, real soon, and it’ll be fun,” Steve said.

“Oh, well let us know when, and we’ll be here,” said Trevor.

“Speaking of fun,” Steve said, “Kinsey and Terry will be on vacation, and when they come back we wanted to do a show…like a welcome back show. He mentioned maybe we all could do one together. Did he say anything to y’all about it?”

“Yeah, kind of,” Zach said. “That could be fun, I guess, if we could work out how.”

“Ok, then, let’s see…we all have Terry and R. J., then y’all have Calvin, too. Y’all could do half the show, then us the other? I don’t think we could all do it together, I mean, we’re all different kinds of music. We might do one or two songs…hell, I don’t know,” Steve said, getting confused, now.

Zach nodded. “Ok, the first way sounds fine…half and half, then maybe come together for one or two?”

“I think I just said that, but you said it better, Zach,” Steve said. “What about that, Ghost, does it sound ok to you?”

“Yeah, guess so. When is Kinsey getting back home, though? We have to know before, so we can let people know.”

“That’s true. I think he said he’d keep in touch, so we’ll probably have a few days notice. It’ll work out,” said Steve.

“Are we gonna get that guy to print up flyers?” asked Ghost.

“Oh, yeah, well, if he could do them fast enough. I mean, he wanted to and all,” Steve said.

Ghost gathered up the dishes, as everyone was finished eating. “Are we going to record, today?”

“Yep, in fact, we need to get on over there,” Steve said, getting up from the table.

“We need to get going, too,” said Trevor, “because…well…” He didn’t want to mention why, but they all knew; the house was going to be bulldozed this morning.

As Trevor and Zach were leaving, Trevor turned to Ghost. “Thank you, again, Ghost, for everything you did for us.”

“It’s ok…I wanted to help,” Ghost said.

Steve grabbed his guitars, and Ghost got his backpack, and song books, and they all left out the door.

“We’ll catch up with y’all later,” Steve said.

“Yeah, we’ll let ya know how it goes,” said Zach.

They followed each other down the driveway, and out onto the highway. Steve headed for Terry’s studio in town, and Zach for Trevor’s old house on Violin Road.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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JINX CAR

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Before being on Word Press I was posting over on the Blogger site. Sometimes, I like to transfer some posts from there to here, because honestly, almost no one ever saw/read them over there. This is one of those. I wrote it for the A to Z Blog Challenge – Letter J, on April 11, 2014. 🙂

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JINX CAR

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JINX CAR

We owned a jinx car. Yes, we did. It was a pre-owned ’66 or ’67 Chevrolet Caprice. A big, old, boat of a car, with plush overstuffed seats, electric windows, and temperature controlled air conditioning. I despised that car.

The day we test drove it, it shimmied all over the highway. I think the wheels needed alignment, or something. We bought it, anyway.

First of all, I didn’t even want a different car. We traded in our ’65 Mustang (which I loved), for this monstrosity. Strike one…Strike two…the wheel thing…and well, the strikes kept coming. One thing or another was always wrong with it. You name it, it needed repairs.

When I first drove it up to where I worked at the time, everyone wanted to see our new car. So, out to the parking lot we all went. One girl was not impressed. She took me aside to tell me…this car is a jinx. Seems this very car had just been traded in by her grandparents, and they’d had nothing but trouble from it. I guess back then there were no ‘lemon’ laws or disclosure rules.

Anyway, the jinx car lived up to it’s reputation. We had it for awhile, costing us more in repairs than it was worth. Then, after coming home from overseas, I got that car out of storage. I got rid of it…traded it in…yes, I did. I was surprised the car lot people even gave me a dime for it.

I immediately bought another car that I loved…a ’69 Camaro. Now, that was a car. I looked much better driving a cool Camaro around town, in my twenties, instead of the old jinx car, for sure. And I don’t remember the new one giving us a bit of trouble!

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed hearing about the jinx car!

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