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Month: September 2017

THE HILLBILLY BAR

THE HILLBILLY BAR

I don’t know if hillbilly is considered a disrespectful word or if it’s politically incorrect but I’ve used it all my life and never meant anything negative by it. Actually two of my all-time favorite people were hillbillies, Elvis and ACM. I guess to be politically correct, I could call this piece COUNTRY BAR but, the truth is…..we called it our Hillbilly Bar. I’m thinkin’ back to WHY we called it the Hillbilly Bar. Well, it was situated on a…

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THE LITTLE BOY ON THE FENCE

THE LITTLE BOY ON THE FENCE

He was just a little boy when his family moved next door, maybe six or seven years old. A cute little boy but with very sad eyes. He was loud and sometimes obnoxious like little boys can be but there was a sweetness about him too, a gentleness and as I mentioned..…a sadness. It was an amazing neighborhood for kids to grow up in. A chunk of land a bit off the beaten path with a small subdivision full of…

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HAM AND CHEESE…..on the wall!

HAM AND CHEESE…..on the wall!

It was a very old house and not in real good condition. But it was a time when rentals were at a premium on the Monterey Bay and so after searching for a couple months and finding nothing and realizing that we had to lower our expectations we landed what we called The Norman Bates Motel. I remember the first time we walked the yard, fell into a few gopher holes and peeked through a window, my husband was quiet…

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THE LID IS A RUG

THE LID IS A RUG

Last week I purchased a toilet-seat lid cover. I hadn’t taken the receipt out of the bag since the sales clerk put it in. I’d pulled out the lid cover, took the cardboard insert out, tried it on the toilet seat and it didn’t fit no matter how hard I tried to force it. Bummer….and I shoved it back in the bag. It was the right color, but the wrong size. I needed an exchange. Sometimes those exchange lines are…

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NINETY-NINE 33 & 1/3’s

NINETY-NINE 33 & 1/3’s

I had them all in one big box. I’d already gotten rid of many I thought were just OKAY but there were 99 left that I couldn’t part with. The Elvis ones weren’t with them, they were in my Elvis trunk. They made me happy and I sang with them. They made me sad and I cried listening to them. I hadn’t played any of them for years, modern technology changed all that. They were bookmarks from all different times…

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