Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Hump Day
“It’s day thirty.”
“It’s Wednesday. You’ll feel better Friday. Little One”

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we were left in Starbucks while Larry and Andrew were once again dodging lead. In the fit of battle, Andrew asks Larry if he’s okay, and we find out the guy with the shotgun went out the door. The bad news is the guy with the UZI is still there and firing away. Let’s get back so we can see if our pair is okay.

“How do you like that, you dirty copper?”

“Well, you missed. Did anyone ever tell you that you sound like James Cagney?”

“Most of the people I talk to don’t have time to say anything.”

“Ah, a hired killer. I should have known. You do know that you owe me for two 20 oz coffees.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll pay you in hell.”

“My goodness, are you sure you aren’t James Cagney? By the way, I’m asking you to put the UZI down and give yourself up.”

“Cut the chin music and prepare to meet your maker.”

“The movie Angels with Dirty Faces, right?”

“That’s it you’re toa—”

“Sorry, my man, but I just had to put an end to this disturbance. Oh, that is a nasty wound. Andrew, you okay?”

“I am. What about the other guy?”

“We better be careful. Call 9-1-1, and I’ll have a look. You stay down there with eh..I’m sorry I didn’t get your name.”

“Barista, Bob sir.”

“Okay, Bob. You just hang tight there on the floor, and I’ll be right back.”

“Your coffees are still okay if you want them.”

“Maybe later, son. Maybe later.”

“Pass one to me, Bob.”

“Okay, you two stay. I’m going over to the window to have a look. Hmmm.”

“Hmmm, good or hmmm bad?”

“I think the guy took off.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

“You make the call?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Don’t get perturbed. With all that coffee discussion, I thought you forgot. Hey, Bob. You can get up.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Go somewhere else for that, Bob.”

“I mean, I’ve never seen anyone shot before.”

“I would suggest you sit down and take a few breaths.”

“I mean, right in the eye.”

“That will be fine, Bob. Here give me that coffee and go sit down.”

“I think I hear sirens, Larry.”

“Yeah. Here we go again. I can just bet the ADA will want to see us again.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure that is a good thing.”

“I have to agree.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #258 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The photo

Kreative Kue #258

Honor by John W. Howell © 2020

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the First Recording of Bill Haley and the Comet’s Rock Around the Clock

On April 12, 1954, Bill Haley and the Comets recorded what became the declaration of independence for the new rock and roll style of music. This is the kind of event that we need to visit. If you go, please take the list with you so that we can witness the recording without causing a tear in the time continuum.

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the Recording of Bill Haley and the Comet’s Rock Around the Clock.

10 If you go, do not light your bic as if you are at a concert. If you do, at best, someone will point out the no-smoking sign. At worst, since Bic lighters weren’t invented until 1972, you might get a few stares. (Also, Leonard the tradition of holding up candles began at Woodstock in August of 1969. The singer Melanie wrote a song titled “Candles in the Rain,” and while she was singing at Woodstock, the hillsides were filled with people and lit candles. It continued from there.)

9 If you go, do not ask Tiny the WWF champ if you can play Tamborine. If you do, At best, Tiny won’t know the word Tamborine. At worst, Tiny, who flunked out of music school and is now a part-time guard will want to play the Tamborine himself. (Don’t worry, Lucian. That flight of stairs that Tiny is going to toss you down has a landing on the first floor. Maybe you can control your descent somehow.)

8 If you go, do not point out that the group is recording the wrong song. If you do, at best, you’ll be ignored. At worst, the producer will offer to help you out by asking, “How did you get in?” (The song that took so many takes is titled “Thirteen Women.” “Rock Around the Clock was recorded in two takes after Thirteen Women was finished. Oh, you never heard of Thirteen Women. You are not alone, Lucius.)

7 If you go, do not complain that the instrumentals are so loud you can’t hear the vocals. If you do, at best, the producer will send you out for coffee. At worst, since there is only enough studio time left for one more take, the Producer will lose his cool. (I would stay out of the way Lukas. The producer is going to do the vocals over and hope for the best. In fact, he is hoping the guy doing the final mix can save the mess somehow. Yes, he has a knife. I think you’d better be quiet now.)

6 If you go, do not ask who is doing the guitar solo. If you do, at best, you’ll be told it’s handled. At worst, the soloist Danny Cedrone is standing right next to you. (Good thing Danny is a nice guy, Lionel. Since he was only paid $31 to riff perhaps the greatest guitar solo he might have been a little grumpier)

5 If you go, do not mention you saw the movie, Blackboard Jungle, and the tune was playing over the opening credits. If you do, at best the band will think you are drunk. At worst, they will wonder what you are smoking and want some. (Rock around the clock did, in fact, play over the opening credits of Blackboard Jungle in the spring of 1955. The movie starred Glen Ford, who was introduced to the song by his 10-year-old son, Peter. Where was the song, Luciano? On the B side of the record Thirteen Women. That’s where.)

4 If you go, do not ask the Decca engineer what he is doing. If you do, at best he’ll tell you to get lost. At worst, he will find you annoying and call the police. (You see, Leif. It is his job to put the instrumentals and vocals together into something that sounds like Rock Around the Clock. He painstakingly spliced together the two recordings. This was something that was not done in that day and age.)

3 If you go, do not make bets with anyone on how many records Rock Around the Clock will sell. If you do, at best, no one will care. At worst, everyone will wonder how you know and how you can prove the number. (Okay, Lennon, Rock Around the Clock sold 25 million copies. Now you tell me how you can show that on the day it was recorded. I think you better just hit the backdoor and forget it.)

2 If you go, don’t ask the band why they are late. If you do, at best, the session will start before you are heard. At worst, your question will be like salt in a wound. (The band got delayed because the ferry they were taking from Philadelphia to New York got stuck on a sandbar. I think I would just stop asking questions Ludwig.)

1 If you go, do not tell Bill Haley that he will be performing at a command performance for Queen Elizabeth. If you do, at best he will think you are joking. At worst, he will wonder what scam you are trying to pull. (So, you let slip the fact that Bill Haley and the Comets played at a command performance in November of 1979, Lenny. I think you should tell Bill you were just kidding.)

Views of the Neighborhood – A Little Easter

Since today is Easter Sunday, I thought I would venture forth and see who is celebrating and how.

Here is a traditional celebration of Jesus Christ’s resurrection.

More of an Easter Bunny view. Notice the bunny on the door.

A celebration of Hazel’s birthday.

The purple house has a Day-Glo skeleton in the window. This is new, so maybe it is an expression of some kind.

A celebration of the Easter Bunny and the hatching of a dinosaur. (Novel concept)

Some giant eggs waiting to be found. (Could be part of the dinosaur theme)

I just happened to pass these lovely roses walking Twiggy and thought I would throw them in.

And here we are. A full-blown in your face wish for a Happy Easter. I hope everyone is well and safe this Easter Sunday.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “Joint”

 

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again, and here is Linda Hill with this week’s prompt. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “joint.” Use it as a noun, an adjective, or a verb–use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

If you would like to enjoy along with the rest of us, visit Linda’s blog, and read how. Here is the link/

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 11/2020

Joint by John W. Howell © 2020

“You look pleased.”

“Oh, I am. Couldn’t be a better day.”

“Wow. This is unusual for you. Usually, this time of the week, you are pacing like a caged panther.”

“I think I have this prompt thing in the bag.”

“Well, that’s good. You want to go to the beer joint and have a couple.”

“How did you know?”

“Know what.”

“The prompt. Don’t tell me you are sneaking around behind my back and reading Linda Hill’s blog.”

“Don’t get your nose out of joint. I’m doing no such thing.”

“See  there you go again.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You said, ‘joint.’ That’s the prompt for today.”

“For heaven’s sake. I mean, who on the Earth besides you cares about this stuff?”

“Well, you used the prompt twice in a minute. Obviously, you care.”

“Just because I use a word that is jointly part of your prompt stuff doesn’t mean a thing.”

“I’m thinking of calling Linda and getting a joint task force together to determine how this information is getting out.”

“Stop now. You are starting to sound like a person needing help.”

“Well, you are the cause.”

“Easy, son. You are going to throw your neck out of joint, waving your head around like that.”

“Yeah, and then I hope they send you to the joint for manslaughter.”

“Okay, let’s take it down a notch. I think we have done the joint prompt.”

“I still don’t know how you found out.”

“It was a joint project.”

“Ah-ha. I knew it.”

“Between you and me.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Beer joint?”

“Lead the way. 🎶 Don’t Bogart that Joint my friend.”🎶

“Not even going to ask.”

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

TGIF
“You are right, Little One. I hear Friday at the gate.”
“Do we let ’em in?”
“Friday is always welcome.”

 

It is Friday for sure.  You can count on me. I looked at the calendar to verify. I just thought about all of the workers who used to go to the workplace. This whole individual isolation thing has given you a shot of what we permanently at home types have been facing for years. Take Friday, for instance. I’m sure it meant some kind of marker that made you feel good to be facing a weekend. Right now, that marker is pretty blurred. Maybe Friday used to be pizza night. Well, no need for that right now. Whatever Friday used to mean, I have faith that sooner or later, it’s meaning will return. Look on the bright side. These days your commute from the bedroom to your workspace is the same even though it’s Friday. On the plus side, you don’t have to sit in traffic looking at someone ahead of you who is towing a boat, obviously heading for a fun weekend on the lake. Yes, there is that.

My WIP (The Eternal Road – The Final Stop) came back from the editor, and I have been working on the synopsis. This requires taking 85,000 plus words and distilling them down to 800. Yeah just shoot me.

I will begin the query process next week. As I’ve said before, I’m not going to take a long time at the query but will give it a shot. The story is very different so who knows.

Today’s JohnKu discusses the idea of nothing ventured nothing gained. I hope you all have a good weekend and that you and your families stay healthy.

Chance by John W. Howell © 2020

We all want something,

That takes a degree of risk . . .

Go for the first step.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy Plays Alone

A Little Persona;

“Hey, lucy. Can you hear me? If so, do you want to play?”

“Um. Can it wait?  I’m just about to catch a squirrel.”

“What’s the problem Little One?”

“Lucy won’t play with me.”

“She will later. How about you play with your toys?”

A Little Personal

“I have played with all those before.”

“Yes, but these are difficult times, and you’ll just have to make due.”

“Let me think about it while I do my Yoga exercises.”

“Nice ‘downward facing dog’ pose.”

“Okay, all refreshed. Let me look these over.”

“Take your time.”

“You know what? I just can’t do it.”

“Oh, Twiggy. You need to try.”

A Little Personal

“Okay. I will do French Fry.”

“There you go. Want to play tuggy?”

A Little Personal

“Now we are talking, Dad.”

“You almost have me.”

“One more yank, and you’ll be on the floor.”

“So glad you can play alone.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

“Twiggy. Go check what day it is.”
“Its Wednesday.”
“How did you know without moving.”
“I can see the clock from here.”
“Oh.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we all took a breather as Larry and Andrew were surprised by not being pulled over by the police car, which looked like it was in hot pursuit of them. They made the cut-off exit and are now on their way to the airport via the back roads. Let’s join them since I think I overheard Andrew say something about coffee.

“What ?”

“Since we have enough time, maybe that Starbucks might be a good place to get a cup. That airport coffee sucks.”

“You know? I’m beginning to think you have a coffee drinking problem.”

“Not sure it is a problem, but I sure would like a cup.”

“Okay, we’ll go through the drive-through. Coffeeholics never know they have a problem.”

“Thanks, boss. Oh, look at the line. Let’s just go inside; it will be quicker.”

“You would know.”

“Come in with me. I’ll buy.”

“If I must.”

“Come on. You’ll like it.”

“Gee grandpa, it’s not like I’ve never been in a Starbucks before.”

“Have you?”

“Let’s go.”

“See the menu above the counter?”

“What the hell. It looks like it is written in several languages. What’s a Venti anyway?”

“A 20 oz. Let me order for you.”

“Please.”

“Two Tall coffees with room for cream for Andy.”

“Andy? Since when are you, Andy?”

That’s my Barista name. Andrew is just too long to write on the cup.”

“Okay, now what.”

“Wait for them to call Andy. Let’s move over beyond the counter.”

“You see those two guys who just came in?”

“The ones in the raincoats?”

“Do you think it looks like rain?”

“If you’re asking my opinion, I think something’s fishy. You bring your gun with you?”

“Yup. Right here in my holster.”

“I would get it out of the holster…Look out Larry, the guy has a shotgun under that coat.”

“Down, Andrew. Get down. EVERYONE. Listen to me. GET DOWN. YOU BY THE DOOR. DROP IT OR I’LL PUT ONE IN YOUR EYE.

“Andy, your beverage is ready.”

“I SAID, GET DOWN. YOU WANT TO DIE?”

“I’m down.”

“LAST CHANCE TO GET RID OF THE SHOTGUN.”

“Here, have a blast for yourself.”

“CRAP.”

“You okay, Larry?”

“Yeah, but I missed the guy, and he went out the door.”

“What about the other one?”

“Here I am, and I have a surprise for you.”

“He’s got a UZI.”

“And I know how to use it. Here have some lead.”

 

Tuesday – Anything possible – Kreative Kue #257 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #257

Fakarewe by John W. Howell © 2020

“I’ve checked everything and don’t know what’s wrong.”

“You obviously missed something.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“If you checked everything, then you would have a clue why this thing quit out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“Speaking of that, do we know where we are?”

“You have the map. Why don’t you try and locate our position.”

“Let’s see. Here is the mountain range. Over here is the watering hole.”

“You see that on the map?”

“No. I’m just looking around. The mountain range is behind us, and the watering hole up ahead.”

“What does the map say?”

“Yeah, I was never good with maps. Say, are you getting thirsty?”

“You know we were on the road for three hours before this hunk of junk died. Hey, driver.”

“Yes, Bosi.”

“About how many miles have we come so far.”

“Um. Let me convert from kilometers. That would be about 120 miles.”

“See, all we have to do is measure out the miles on the map and then the general direction, and we will have a rough idea where we are.”

“Okay, let me use my finger joint as an inch. We’ve been heading West, so I say we are here in Fukarewe.”

“Was that so hard?”

“You guys know where we are yet?”

“Keep your pants on, Harold. We think we have it.”

“I hope so cause those animals are getting closer.”

“Uh, Bosi?”

“Yes, Jafari.”

“We are at the point of rescue.”

“How do you know?”

“I placed a call when the fuel ran out.”

“The fuel?”

“I mentioned that we should get fuel, but in a hurry, you were.”

“Yeah, I remember. What call did you make?”

“Triple-A. They should be here shortly.”

“Fuel. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Why didn’t you think of Triple-A?”

“We need to go back and start over.”

“You said it. Just Jafari and me.”

“Shut up, Harold.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the First Use of a Catcher’s Mask in a Baseball Game in 1877

 

Top Ten things not to do

This week marks the 143rd anniversary of the first use of a catcher’s mask in a baseball game. The game was between Harvard and The Live Oaks, a semi-pro team from Lynn, Massachusetts. James Alexander Tyng stepped on the field wearing a hand made version, and the rest is history. We must go to that game. Just to see the faces of the other players would be worth the price of admission (in this case it is free) Here is a list to take so we don’ do something to alter the course of history.

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the First Wearing of a Catcher’s Mask in a Baseball Game in 1877.

10 If you go, do not turn down an offer of the house-brewed beer. If you do, at best, your host will think you ill. At worst, your host will think you are a temperance agent. (In 1636, John Harvard established the College’s on-campus brewery, Liam. There is nothing that Harvard men won’t do to protect their beer. Better be careful. Here comes the football team.)

9 If you go, do not yell “Kill the Umpire,” if Tiny, the WWF champ, is behind the plate. If you do, at best, you’ll be hidden in the crowd. At worst, Tiny, who has skipped his last four anger management sessions, will see you and halt the game. (You can run, but you can’t hide, Lucas. Yes, like a zombie, Tiny is coming for you.  think what he has in mind is going to hurt.)

8 If you go, do not try singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” If you do, at best, everyone will think you are nuts. At worst, they’ll think you are nuts enough to require treatment. (You see, Levi, the song was not written until 1908 by lyricist Jack Norworth and composer Albert von Tilzer. Your attempt fell on very deaf and concerned ears. Oh, look. I haven’t seen a straight jacket like that in years.)

7 If you go, don’t ask to buy peanuts and Crackerjack. If you do, at best, no one will understand you. At worst, the people you ask will think you are from another planet. (Peanuts were first introduced to the ballpark in 1895. Crackerjack was invented in 1896. It appears like singing the song, Leo, your requests for peanuts, and crackerjack have folks concerned. I think it is time to say goodbye.)

6 If you go, do not get up and stretch after the first half of the seventh inning. If you do, at best, folks will think you odd. At worst, management will think you are having some kind of medical emergency and call the police. (The seventh-inning stretch did not become a thing until after President Howard Taft did it in 1910, Lawrence. He was cramped from sitting ad did a stretch. The whole stadium joined in, and the tradition was born. Right now, though, you are heading for the sanitorium if you don’t get moving.)

5 If you go, do not start yelling for the organist to play “charge.” If you do, at best, everyone will move away from you. At worst, you’ll be asked to leave the park. (Believe it or not, Lorenzo, the first organ music was played at Wrigley Field in 1941. The organist was Ray Nelson, who played classical music before the St. Louis Cardinals and Chicago Cubs. Here comes the Chicago Police. not ones to be messed with today.)

4 If you go, do not show up in your Yale sweatshirt. If you do, at best you’ll have a jacket to cover up. At worst, one by one, the Harvard crowd will notice what you are wearing. (I think you have attracted enough attention, Lance. It looks like the whole stadium is about to end up in your lap. I think I would just take off the shirt and throw it to them and run.)

3 If you go, don’t order a hot dog. If you do, at best, folks will ignore you. At worst, the animal rights folks at the game will want you arrested. (The hot dog first made an appearance in 1901 at Yale University and then Harry M. Stevens brought them to sell at New York ball game in 1905. I would not fool with those animal rights folks. Tellem, you just wanted to eat a hot dog, Larry. Heh heh heh)

2 If you go, do not ask anyone what costume the team mascot wears. If you do, at best, the person will just shrug a shoulder. At worst, you will rais enough questions about your background to cause a major ruckus. (The reason is, Leonard, the first costumed mascot, was Mr. Met introduced at the new Shea Stadium in 1964. before that, there were no live consumed mascots. No wonder all those people are lighting torches and carrying pitchforks.)

1 If you go, do not ask for tickets for a luxury suite. If you do, at best the clerk won’t know what you are talking about. At worst, the clerk will think you are pulling a fast one and hit the panic alarm. (The first luxury suites were installed at Palace of the Fans park in Cincinnati in 1902, Larry. It’s no wonder the clerk misunderstood your request. Well, that is all academic since the police are almost here.)