Autumn
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Oops
Just now on the Olympics, girl takes a tumble on the ice. My wife screams, "Oh, Bless her heart."
Yep, that's my Sweet Wife.
Stephen
Stephen
The Worm, it flipped
Spent the first ten minutes of my morning on walkabout and picked up democrats tracks. Only one beer can but they did give over six discarded and empty cigaret packs, one Burger King bag, two mustard packs are still usable - I placed them aside for street walkers. One partially filled and still functioning Bic lighter which I will add to my collection. I have at least a good dozen I've found over the years.
The spent condom took some thought. After a second or two I used the toe of my boot to nose it underground and swished a cover of gravel and dirt over it and tapped it from view. This was a public service as I understand younger democrats have been know to recycle these found treasures after first giving them a quick water rinse. One kid reported it gives additional sensitivity the second time around.
I at first gave a chuckle thinking this boy was 'choking my chain.' A few seconds passed then - boom, epiphany. The issue of these recycled (stay green with me) by-products of drilled/fracked petroleum are children, and liberal children attend public state institutions. If they survive the first six years they're released. Eventually they are recruited by Acorn and become full sized second hand condom users and then they vote, get drunk. and drive by my business and flip they're used Trojans on my shop parking lot.
This explains much of what I've read on certain blogs.
(Thus ends my yearly political rant.)
Stephen
The spent condom took some thought. After a second or two I used the toe of my boot to nose it underground and swished a cover of gravel and dirt over it and tapped it from view. This was a public service as I understand younger democrats have been know to recycle these found treasures after first giving them a quick water rinse. One kid reported it gives additional sensitivity the second time around.
I at first gave a chuckle thinking this boy was 'choking my chain.' A few seconds passed then - boom, epiphany. The issue of these recycled (stay green with me) by-products of drilled/fracked petroleum are children, and liberal children attend public state institutions. If they survive the first six years they're released. Eventually they are recruited by Acorn and become full sized second hand condom users and then they vote, get drunk. and drive by my business and flip they're used Trojans on my shop parking lot.
(Thus ends my yearly political rant.)
Stephen
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Olongapo in My Dreams
It's been an awfully busy morning. This heat wave we're under is about to sap my energy. It forced me to drive to work with my truck windows lowered, and to top it off, I had to switch out my long sleeved wool cover shirt to a nice light short sleeved Columbia. This sun....what can I say, it's awful.
I'm fairly certain my left arm has a tan, you know, since I have a habit of riding with my arm on the trucks window sill...bug splatter and sunburn is always the result.
Sorry, tear drops in my milk...
Please, cherish your winter. Its so very fleeting.
*****
This morning two old timers came into the shop. I can never remember the two of them in here together, which is good, because they hate each other. Both retired Navy men. Old farts and a half. Within five minutes they put on their game faces and squared off for a rumble. Each had served for a period of time in Olangapo Subic Bay. Both are well aware I too served there as part of a detachment of the 'Screaming Green Meanies.'
The place was awful. Olongapo reeks of grilled monkey and dog meat cooked over little street side fires tended by either old women or girls, or at least those young women still too young for the street trade. The town of Olongapo is separated from the base by a brownish river aptly named, 'Shit River.'
Long story short as business is brisk...
These two old fellas had one heck of an argument about the town. One loved it for its ready supply of girls, night clubs and the awful skunk beer, San Miguel. It has the taste and flavor just this side of horse tinkle...but I'm not a beer drinker.
Old timer number two hated the place for its abundance of pick-pockets, murderers in the form of Hucks, the prostitutes, poverty and because he'd been stuck there for months and missed other ports of call.
I took a neutral stance.
They almost came to blows. I held 'em back. Old timer number two flew out the door in a pretty darn good rage.
Me, "What the heck is his problem?"
Old timer number one, "Oh, he's okay. You know we've known each other for years. Attend the same church. See, here's the thing. When he was stationed at Subic he met and married one of those pretty little street girls, know what I mean? Yep, he sure did." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "Well, one day at church, way back when, he introduced his wife. Nice little lady, 'bout four foot nothing. Later that week we bump into each other at the Publix."
He reaches and flicks his ear, smiles, then turns and gives me this evil smile. I'm liking this stuff.
He continues, "Me and him chat a bit and I mentioned he had a nice wife, good stock those Asian ladies. I didn't think really. Went on in a joking manner I'd met her before. He asked where. Said back at Subic in '71. Told him her and I had quite the evening together. I know, stupid of me, but still."
Me, "Ah, man, you didn't." From this guy though, it didn't surprise me.
"Yes, I did and I'll forever be sorry. It was just a stupid joke. Thing is I believe he feels guilt. After all these years, with him in knowledge of my, and now your, service in that cesspool of a town, and knowing we know what those girls did for a living, and then he ups and married one...well, it just about kills him."
I can understand.
"See, thing is, she's been a fine wife and mother. She's a citizen now. Bright lady. Attends church, but he just can't get the image out of his mind she had loved hundreds of other sailors all those years ago..."
Me, "So now you guys fight."
"Yes. He was once my best friend until that day at the Publix."
Stephen
I'm fairly certain my left arm has a tan, you know, since I have a habit of riding with my arm on the trucks window sill...bug splatter and sunburn is always the result.
Sorry, tear drops in my milk...
*****
This morning two old timers came into the shop. I can never remember the two of them in here together, which is good, because they hate each other. Both retired Navy men. Old farts and a half. Within five minutes they put on their game faces and squared off for a rumble. Each had served for a period of time in Olangapo Subic Bay. Both are well aware I too served there as part of a detachment of the 'Screaming Green Meanies.'
The place was awful. Olongapo reeks of grilled monkey and dog meat cooked over little street side fires tended by either old women or girls, or at least those young women still too young for the street trade. The town of Olongapo is separated from the base by a brownish river aptly named, 'Shit River.'
Long story short as business is brisk...
These two old fellas had one heck of an argument about the town. One loved it for its ready supply of girls, night clubs and the awful skunk beer, San Miguel. It has the taste and flavor just this side of horse tinkle...but I'm not a beer drinker.
Old timer number two hated the place for its abundance of pick-pockets, murderers in the form of Hucks, the prostitutes, poverty and because he'd been stuck there for months and missed other ports of call.
I took a neutral stance.
Me, "What the heck is his problem?"
Old timer number one, "Oh, he's okay. You know we've known each other for years. Attend the same church. See, here's the thing. When he was stationed at Subic he met and married one of those pretty little street girls, know what I mean? Yep, he sure did." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "Well, one day at church, way back when, he introduced his wife. Nice little lady, 'bout four foot nothing. Later that week we bump into each other at the Publix."
He reaches and flicks his ear, smiles, then turns and gives me this evil smile. I'm liking this stuff.
He continues, "Me and him chat a bit and I mentioned he had a nice wife, good stock those Asian ladies. I didn't think really. Went on in a joking manner I'd met her before. He asked where. Said back at Subic in '71. Told him her and I had quite the evening together. I know, stupid of me, but still."
Me, "Ah, man, you didn't." From this guy though, it didn't surprise me.
I can understand.
"See, thing is, she's been a fine wife and mother. She's a citizen now. Bright lady. Attends church, but he just can't get the image out of his mind she had loved hundreds of other sailors all those years ago..."
Me, "So now you guys fight."
"Yes. He was once my best friend until that day at the Publix."
Stephen
Monday, February 10, 2014
Boogie Men
Had an email from a nice reader, Robert. He asked if I'd ever read Adrian's Undead Diary. I replied yes, I'm a fan. I do believe towards the end of the story it took a hard right and jumped the shark. Still it's worth your time.
Anyhow Robert informed me the Diary is now available in print and Kindle. It can also be read online.
If you are interested, click here.
I really liked the first three or four sections of the book. You decide.
Just thought you should know.
Really, its a good story.
Stephen
Anyhow Robert informed me the Diary is now available in print and Kindle. It can also be read online.
If you are interested, click here.
I really liked the first three or four sections of the book. You decide.
Really, its a good story.
Stephen
Spring
Just my luck. I give the old truck a good bath and she's all shiny and ready to rumble. I walk from the garage this morning to find her coated in a light shade of lime - pollen. Pine pollen. I almost whipped out my piece in order to put a round thru her headlight - they shoot horses, don't they.
It is indeed spring here in the deep south. When the pine trees spit green stuff winter is but a distant memory. I just came inside from a walk around the shop. The air is fresh and the sun shines bright and it's warm. One nice advantage of living on a peninsula stuck between to great bodies of water is our air is scrubbed clean by winds either east or west. Of course those very same winds spread this ugly green catkin sputum everywhere. The pollen gives flavor to your coffee.
Each sip leaves an aftertaste of pine.
My poor truck....
Stephen
It is indeed spring here in the deep south. When the pine trees spit green stuff winter is but a distant memory. I just came inside from a walk around the shop. The air is fresh and the sun shines bright and it's warm. One nice advantage of living on a peninsula stuck between to great bodies of water is our air is scrubbed clean by winds either east or west. Of course those very same winds spread this ugly green catkin sputum everywhere. The pollen gives flavor to your coffee.
My poor truck....
Stephen
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