Soap On A Rope

                                                                                                                                       

      Look here mate it's proof Bluebeard did lather up while taking his monthly bath

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Train Tracks

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                        

One car in the front and another fifty behind the other railroad cars that go on for miles yes I remember tha train tracks of yesterday the hobo camps of yester.

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A perfect Kiss

 It's fun,    It's exciting, It's definitely, a challenge making sure to use no more than fifty five words and no less of course and you must read the ones of your fellow writers.Gmans Place Let the G-Man know if you write one Why Gman's? Place because he's the Man who came up with this great Idea.

The cave was perfect for the two of them, you know, the two who've been teasing each other all morning since breakfast. Rays of moonlight shined against her hair her mood was up She knew it would be that way, it's just something that happens. with him
                       

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Route 66 the summer of 65

finally finished loading the luggage into the car for Dad. He told everybody to get in the car, as we were ready to head out for vacation. This was the start of his two-week vacation he earned every year. When we were close to reaching Arizona and New Mexico the trip began to get interesting. My mother loved to stop at the trading posts that were along the side of the road. There was usually an Indian or two sitting out in front of the store with some hand-made quilts they had made along with some turquoise jewelry. The trading posts were full of hand-made items, and they seemed to lure Mom right in off of Route 66! I don't blame her, though, I loved looking at the stuff too. The Native American Indians are very talented.

We never stayed overnight in a motel. Mom and Dad couldn't afford a motel with eight children, so they took turns driving while the other one would sleep. We would occasionally stop at a rest area so we could have a bite to eat. Mom would fix bologna or ham sandwiches and a few potato chips, and a can of cherry soda if we promised to go to the bathroom before we got back on the highway. Finally, after three days of driving, we would turn onto a dirt road that would lead us to Uncle Gale’s cabin. We were all excited because the long drive was now over, and the fun would soon begin.



As we pulled into the driveway, Aunt Ethel and Uncle Gale would come out of the cabin to greet us. We hadn't seen them since they drove out to California about two years ago. Mom and Dad were pretty tired from driving across the United States so Uncle Gale decided he would cook up some chicken while they rested. After dinner I wanted to see the boat, so Uncle Gale and I walked down to the dock just below the cabin. I wanted to go for a ride but that would have to wait until tomorrow. Uncle Gale unfolded a chair, sat down on the dock and started to smoke his pipe, which he had stuffed away in his shirt pocket. While we were walking back towards the cabin I noticed some little bugs that would light up when they were flying. It was the first time I had ever seen a lightning bug; they were really neat to watch. I chased them until it was too dark to chase them any longer.


The next morning I was awakened by the smell of eggs and bacon cooking on the stove. Mom and Aunt Ethel were in the kitchen; Dad and Uncle Gale were just out the side door in the carport. I asked them what they were doing, and if I could help. “You can help me when we are ready to carry these life jackets down to the boat,” said Uncle Gale. After breakfast we all went for a boat ride. There were thirteen people at the cabin and we all couldn't go at the same time, so the Moon kids went first and the adults went next.
We were at Uncle Gale’s and Aunt Ethel’s for several days. We all went to the Smokey Mountains and camped there for two nights. We also traveled to West Virginia to visit my mother’s family, and we visited family in Ohio. We visited the Grand Ole Opry. We saw some of the famous country music singers such as Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty; singers silenced now, some due to age, and several of them have passed away. We always had great summer day vacations. This one happens to be my most memorable summer vacation. Summer Days of ‘65.
It took us three days to drive from California to Ohio You can imagine how many times we heard the million dollar question Are we there yet

The Jetsons

Susan gives every Monday a picture and you can compose a story up to 140 characters or even less including spaces and punctuation. She's so clever she even included a "Convenient Link" for you Like Bill the old fart says Everyone should have one in a Convenient Pocket if you need help in attaining that magic number of 140.

                           Look dad it's one of the Jetsons I wonder which one it is?

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To Share A Like

                                 
                                

Seven kids, each was assigned a day of the week to do the chore.  He would fetch water three times a day.  The next day was the next kid's turn, and so on..

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Cooper Creek Reservoir

                                                                   

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Three Word Wednesday                              

Surreal - Descent - Kill

                                                                 

The descent down the hillside was very steep. It was hard to keep from falling but when we finally made it to the bottom it was peaceful and surreal. The walk was well worth it.

The moon reflected off the lake, every once in awhile you could here a frog or maybe a fish jump in the water. Yes, "Cooper Creek Resevoir" was my favorite fishing spot and it was only a couple of miles out of town.

Dad, Robert, and I would go to be together all night long with a big fire burning hot to keep us warm in the middle of the night. We would roast a few hot dogs and marshmellows. When we became tired of fishing there we would go to Plat I Reservoir which was a mile N/E of Cooper Creek. There's a no kill law for the elk and deer that roam the forrest at Cooper Creek.
 

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The Alley

55 words. It's fun exciting and definitely a challenge making sure to use no more than fifty five words and no less of course and you must read the ones of your fellow writers. Gmans Place Let the G-Man know if you write one Why Gman's? Place because he's the Man who came up with this great Idea.

                                                                                                      

Two shots rang out as Randy and Saunter stepped out of “Dirty Dicks Tavern”. Randy dove behind the dumpster in the alley to get away from flying bullets. His friend, Saunter, ran down 53rd and Main, I guess you could say he didn't want any part of the policeman who was asking all the questions.

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This is very interesting and not the ending I had expected!!!!

                             

(Note: This should be required reading for every household in America !)
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small
Tex as town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting
newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was
quickly accepted and was around from then on.


As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind,he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always
knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed
able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball
game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped
talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing
each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen
for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger
never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allo wed
in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime
visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and
made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the
liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular
basis.

He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes
blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.


I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced
strongly by the stranger. Tim e after time, he opposed the values of my
parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our
family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was
at firs t. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would
still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to
him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?.... . . .
We just call him "TV."

He has a wife now....We call her "Computer."

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I See

                                                                                                

Two shots rang out as Randy and Saunter stepped out of the tavern   Randy dove behind the dumpster to get away from the flying bullets.  His friend ran down 53rd and main He didn't want any part of the policeman asking all the questions. Randy was the smart one he stayed behind the dumpster until the gun fire ceased. 

Finally the policeman  snagged Randy and began asking questions how tall were they?  what color hair, was he clean shaven, Randy was getting tired of answering the questions and rang out saying I've answered these questions “And that is how I remember them.........” The policeman looked at him momentarally and said "hmmmmm I see......"

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Zorro

                        

Susan gives every Monday a picture and you can compose a story up to 140 characters or even less including spaces and punctuation. She's so clever she even included a "Convenient Link" for you Like Bill the old fart says Everyone should have one in a

Convenient Pocket if you need help in attaining that magic number of 140.
 

Abdul knew his goose was cooked when he saw Samariman coming with his sword. After all, Samariman taught Zorro all he knew, didn't he? 

                            

                                                     

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Mothman Photo shoot

                                                           

Susan gives every Monday a picture and you can compose a story up to 140 characters or even less including spaces and punctuation. She's so clever she even included a "Convenient Link" for you Like Bill the old fart says Everyone should have one in a

Convenient Pocket if you need help in attaining that magic number of 140.

     Brian was so excided when he ran up behind the mothman and snapped a picture Mothman's reply was thanks for taking my picture but I have a better side sonny.

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Grease Insert

Susan gives every Monday a picture and you can compose a story up to 140 characters or even less including spaces and punctuation. She's so clever she even included a "Convenient Link" for you Like Bill the old fart says Everyone should have one in a

Convenient Pocket if you need help in attaining that magic number of 140.

Yes it's true Pedro can sell you just about anything.  I got a real laugh at the way he sold his five star grease inserts it's pretty clever of him

                                                             

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New Year Poppers

The first day of 2011 poppers and small finger pops still ringing in my head from the party last night turned late this morning with the kids toys too