Miscalculation

Ahh--you see what I meant.And now,so does the moron of a cop.

 

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My advice, research, research, research

Find small interesting things particular to that time and place, and you must be more convincing or you’ll lose the reading public.

The car for instance:

find a picture of it on the internet along with the specifications; what year and model, what quirks or odd mannerisms did the car display while driving, perhaps even interview someone who has actually driven the car. How many cars in that model year did the manufacturer produce, what colors were offered to the public, how dose it handle in hot weather?

You don’t need to explain everything, you only need to convince the reading public; and to do that you must immerse yourself in that time and place.

Hotwater

 

OK.Thanks

 

As in any story it’s the details that people remember and appreciate from the author or storyteller


Hotwater

 

This hot summer weather reminds me of this old story---------

 

i was going to read it. write on, man.

 

I like putting these old stories up . Hope no one minds too much.

 

Lotsa' new folks these days------ maybe the lesson is STILL worth taking into consideration.

 

It's even more important to watch out for people nowadays. Some bad modeckers out there.

 

Bump--again

 

Hotwater, nobody gives a shit about the car, it was a new Lincoln. Enough.
Scratcho. you should have been drinking a Roy Rodgers, a Shirley Temple is for girls. Also, some paragraphs would make it easier to read.

 

To pay for college I worked summers as a telephone lineman; 10-hour days climbing poles through the cornfields of Illinois, Iowa and Kansas, living in camp cars on a railroad siding. At night the gang would go to a local bar to cool off with a few beers and check out the girls.

One guy was an asshole who liked to flirt with the local girls. This pissed off the local guys, so A-hole would start a fight, knowing we would back him up. We were a burley gang and despite winning the fights suffered our share of hits.

Thirty feet up a rickety pole with swollen eyes and bruised knuckles is no fun so we decided to let him fight his way out of his next rant. The locals beat the shit out of him. Lesson learned.

 

more ! more !

 

One more time---

 

There's an expression that matches this situation quite well. It's "Hoist by his own petard", which actually means blown up by your own grenade, but I think it fits.

 

Summer is coming------Shameless bitch, am I.