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[Hooray For Everything]

why?

are you asking why he did it, or why never to try it?

I'm just wondering why he did it?

[donald]

Good question!


That's like wondering how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop.


The world may never know.

[bobby]

And one time, I was coming out of Smitty's, (this was several years ago) and it was raining. It was a warm summer rain. An old lady was standing in the open door with her cart. There was a cool breeze coming up from a grate at her feet and it blew her shiny purple blouse. The sleeves flapped at her elbows. She pulled an orange & brown, paisley, silken scarf from her oversized purse and covered her new curls and tied it under her chin. She pushed her cart, loaded with groceries, towards the street and I saw her face flinch a little when the first warm drops touched her cheeks. Like most drivers in this town, the man behind the wheel of the blue Nova didn't slow down in the rain. As the front wheels of her cart hit the black pavement, he roared by and almost took her cart with him. He checked the rear view mirror. He adjusted his hair. The woman turned the cart to the right to avoid the collision but she over adjusted when she did. The cart was on two wheels, the left two. It seemed to take the cart a full thirty seconds to pass the fulcrum and come down on the asphalt, though it was only a few. There was a large, one gallon jug of Ernest & Julio Gallo Sangria in the child seat of the cart next to her beige purse. The jug broke into only two or three large pieces of glass and the wine was everywhere. Somehow she kept her balance. She let go of the cart when she felt it start to lean but she bent at the knees and sort of followed the cart down to the ground. She stayed like that, bent over, looking at the wine. A pack of light cigarettes in a gold package fell out of her purse next to the broken glass. The bleached white filters of the cigarettes turned purple, one row at a time, as they soaked up the Sangria. They were a generic brand. She must have had cartons of those things in her freezer at home. Her face was weathered and it was wrinkled around the mouth. She was sixty five but she looked and probably felt eighty. A young teenager approached her. It was Mike Montoya. He helped her to straighten up and got her up onto the curb and left her there while he picked up the cart and placed the few groceries that had fallen out back into their wet, brown bags. He said that she would need to buy another bottle of wine if she was going to have a drink later. She said that she probably didn't need one. She thanked him and rolled cautiously out to her car. He watched her for a minute and then went into the store, out of the rain. She refused further help from him and smiled sweetly. He bought a six pack of Shasta and a TV guide. I thought, wow, that kid is cool.


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[Hooray For Everything]

[Hooray For Everything]

I thought, wow, that kid is cool.

You can't make too much of first impressions....

[Black Betty]

And one time, I was coming out of Smitty's, (this was several years ago) and it was raining. It was a warm summer rain. An old lady was standing in the open door with her cart. There was a cool breeze coming up from a grate at her feet and it blew her shiny purple blouse. The sleeves flapped at her elbows. She pulled an orange & brown, paisley, silken scarf from her oversized purse and covered her new curls and tied it under her chin. She pushed her cart, loaded with groceries, towards the street and I saw her face flinch a little when the first warm drops touched her cheeks. Like most drivers in this town, the man behind the wheel of the blue Nova didn't slow down in the rain. As the front wheels of her cart hit the black pavement, he roared by and almost took her cart with him. He checked the rear view mirror. He adjusted his hair. The woman turned the cart to the right to avoid the collision but she over adjusted when she did. The cart was on two wheels, the left two. It seemed to take the cart a full thirty seconds to pass the fulcrum and come down on the asphalt, though it was only a few. There was a large, one gallon jug of Ernest & Julio Gallo Sangria in the child seat of the cart next to her beige purse. The jug broke into only two or three large pieces of glass and the wine was everywhere. Somehow she kept her balance. She let go of the cart when she felt it start to lean but she bent at the knees and sort of followed the cart down to the ground. She stayed like that, bent over, looking at the wine. A pack of light cigarettes in a gold package fell out of her purse next to the broken glass. The bleached white filters of the cigarettes turned purple, one row at a time, as they soaked up the Sangria. They were a generic brand. She must have had cartons of those things in her freezer at home. Her face was weathered and it was wrinkled around the mouth. She was sixty five but she looked and probably felt eighty. A young teenager approached her. It was Mike Montoya. He helped her to straighten up and got her up onto the curb and left her there while he picked up the cart and placed the few groceries that had fallen out back into their wet, brown bags. He said that she would need to buy another bottle of wine if she was going to have a drink later. She said that she probably didn't need one. She thanked him and rolled cautiously out to her car. He watched her for a minute and then went into the store, out of the rain. She refused further help from him and smiled sweetly. He bought a six pack of Shasta and a TV guide. I thought, wow, that kid is cool.


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Good lord,
I'm weeping. Old ladies and teen boys get to me.
I have to say Bobby, you are one hell of a story teller.

[bobby]

Thanks, BB.

This was an old one I posted on the FaTiGo board a while back.

[mancopter]

why?

are you asking why he did it, or why never to try it?

I'm just wondering why he did it?

ART.

[Hooray For Everything]

I've done some pretty interesting things for art.

[bobby]

I've done some pretty interesting things for art.

Please, share.....

[mancopter]

Yes.

Share.

[Hooray For Everything]

I think you know, Bobby...
not for public consumption..

it's way toooo avante garde...

[mancopter]

Wuss.

[Hooray For Everything]

you wouldn't say that if you knew the stories...

we'll share them during our private time...

[mancopter]