“Why does UPS ring that bell.” “To warn me to bark them to St Louis.” “How considerate of them.”
Here it is Friday. I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I know we did. Unfortunately, I was looking forward to the Steelers game on Thanksgiving day. I was the last to know that the game was canceled and rescheduled for Sunday.
There I was saying Go Steelers to everyone, and no one wanted to ruin my day. It was announced shortly after noon on Wednesday that the game was rescheduled for Sunday because of COVID trouble on the Baltimore Ravens team. Oh well, I had about twelve hours of looking forward to a game, which was a feeling that everyone else had lost.
Today’s JohnKu talks about having a hope dashed. I hope you all have a great weekend.
“What are you doing Little One?” “I thought I heard Friday out there.” “Two more days.” “Drat.”
It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we learned about the driver of Carolyn’s car. It is Andre Terrian, a guy with mob ties and a ton of aliases. We also learned someone slouched in the back seat, and the FBI can’t make an identity. Pricilla is headered to the interrogation room again. She wants to ask Lazar what he knows about this Andre Terrian. I think we would all like to know too, so let’s join them in the interrogation room.
“So, we have identified the guy driving Carolyn’s car, Mr. Popović.”
“Who is it?”
“A guy named Terrian.”
“That would not be Andre, would it?”
“Yeah, you know him?”
“I know of him.”
“Want to explain?”
“I hired him a while ago.”
“To do what?”
“To check on Carolyn. She was hanging around with this kid from the East End, and I wanted to know what was going on.”
“Did you find out?”
“Well, I got a report that the kid decided he no longer wanted to see Carolyn.”
“Sounds strange.”
“Not really. Part of the deal was to convince him that some of Carolyn’s friends were not keen on him.”
“Carolyn’s friends?”
“Well, euphemistically speaking.”
“What happened to the kid?”
“I have no idea. All I knew was Carolyn called crying her eyes out about the loss of this boy.”
“Did Terrian say anything?”
“Nope. Just ‘mission accomplished.’ Why are you asking these questions?”
“There is a kid in the back seat of Carolyn’s car.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Wish I was.”
“What the hell? I wonder if it’s that kid.”
“Only Terrian would know. We will find out when the car gets to France.”
“Now I’m concerned.”
“What about?”
“I got Andre’s name from Cortez.”
“Oh shit. Er, Excuse me. Are you telling me that maybe Terrian is working for Cortez?”
“I pray not.”
“What would make you even think he’s not.”
“When I talked to him after the kid incident, I got the feeling he had feelings for Carolyn.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Not lustful feeling more like big brother feelings.”
“How did you ascertain that?”
“He lectured me on having more involvement in Carolyn’s everyday life. He had shadowed her for a month, and I just think he became interested in her welfare.”
“So you don’t think he would sell out to Cortez.”
“In my heart? No.”
“I hope you are right, Mr. Popović. I hope you are right. What about you, Larry? You think he sold out?”
“Without a doubt. These organized crime thugs would sell their own mother for a buck. What do you think, Andrew?”
“I’m going with Lazar’s gut here. I think the big oaf fell for the pretty American, and he’s going to protect her.”
“I prefer Andrew’s take on it.”
“I do too, Mr. Popović. Let’s hope Mr. Cummings is right.”
“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 whole idea was to come here and seek sanctuary.”
“I know, but to look at it now, it seems overpowering.”
“It is just a building.”
“You can say that, but to me, it means so much more.”
“How’s that?”
“See those crosses on the steeples?”
“Yeah, hard to miss.”
“It is a sacred place, and we should be respectful.”
“We are respectful.”
“I mean, we should not be going in there just to. escape our fears.”
“Then, why?”
“We should be offering thanks for the blessings we have.”
“I will give thanks for the security the building offers.”
“By the way, how do you know that building is all that safe?”
“Remember when I went on that scouting trip?”
“Yeah.”
“I snuck in there and witnessed the rector having an allergic reaction.”
“What was he allergic to?”
“Get this. Cats.”
“Cats?”
“Yup. One of the parishioners came in with a cat. I can tell you I was scared out of my wits seeing that thing. Lucky, he didn’t see me. I suspected he had my scent the way his nose was twitching.”
“Then what?”
“The rector told her to take the cat out. He was allergic. He then started sneezing his head off.”
“So you are saying there is no cat there.”
“That’s why I chose this place. A mouse can’t be too careful.”
“Well, okay, but you have to promise we will give thanks for our good fortune.”
“Of course we will. Also, you will be glad to know the rector tends to leave a lot of crumbs after his lunch.”
I just found out that Gwen Plano is launching her new book The Culmination – A new beginning and she is having difficulties with her blog. So here is the link. Give Gwen a visit and cheer her on. I’ll be back on December 11th with more on this book.
Frank Duryea – Duryea Wagon Company Wikipedia Image
This week is the 125th anniversary of the first automobile race in the US. The race took place in Chicago and was a 50 mile round trip between Chicago and Evanston. We should go and at least witness the finish. Don’t forget to take a list of things not to do to protect the time continuum. We will need James’ Oldsmobile, so climb in, and we’ll be off.
James’s 1956 Oldsmobile from Eternal Road – The final stop
Top Ten things Not to Do at the First Motor Car Race in the US in 1895
10 Do not complain when only six of the 89 racers entered actually made it to the starting line. If you do, at best, no one will care. At worse, you’ll be overheard by the editor of the Chicago Times-Herald, the sponsor of the race. ( It seems he is not in a good mood, Miikka. A freak snowstorm dumped ten inches of snow and prevented the other starters from showing up. I see he is handing you a snow shovel. Good luck clearing the first 25 miles.)
9 Do not tell Tiny, the WWF champ, that you would like to ride in his entry. If you do, at best, he won’t hear you above the engine noise. At worst, since he has to have a race official riding with him, he will assume you are trying to overweight his vehicle. (It is easy to explain a perceived slight away with Tiny. Of course, you have to allow him to toss you at least ten feet, Miklos. I know the landing isn’t always perfect.)
8 Do not place your money on the electric car entries. If you do, at best, you only bet what you could afford to lose. At worst, you put up the deed to your ranch. (You see, Millard. The two electrics that made the starting line had battery failure after a few minutes. So much for supporting green technology. It will be interesting to see you explain away a deed from 2019.)
7 Do not mention to the race organizer that you figure the race to last at least an hour. If you do, at best, he’ll think you are kidding. At worst, he’ll think you are drunk. (Although the race was only fifty miles, Milos took over ten hours for the first-place finisher to arrive. I noticed the organizer is pointing you out to a couple of Keystone cops. It might be a long night.)
6 Do not try to sell advertising to the first Benz team. If you do, at best, they will laugh. At worst, they’ll tell their sponsor, Macy’s of New York. (Don’t look now, Min, but I think that is a Pinkerton private investigator looking at you. I’m sure the Macy’s wonder what you are up to by soliciting their driver.)
5 Do not ask where you can get a Bud Lite. If you do, at best, someone will think you are talking about a candle. At worst, you’ll ask a guy named Bud. (Good going, Minoru. Bud thinks you are mocking him, and now he wants satisfaction. He talks about a bare knuckle fight. I hope you have some boxing experience.)
4 Do not predict that one of the three Benz cars will be the winner. If you do, at best, everyone will ignore you. At worst you’ll make the prediction to Frank Duryea. (Nice move, Misha. Frank was the winner of the race in a car that he and his brother built. He is not happy with you,, so don’t try to get a selfie with him and his car.)
3 Do not belittle the $2000 dollar first prize for the winner. If you do, at best people will think you nuts. At worst, the sponsor will be highly up set. (That $2000 in 1898 is equivalent to over $60,000 in today’s dollars, Miska. That kind of money didn’t grow on trees. The sponsor has decided to toss you out. Good sailing.
2 Do not wait around for the second place finisher. If you do at best someone will buy you a drink. At worst, you’ll miss dinner waiting. (The second place car came in two hours later than the first, Mjolnir. It was a Benz and was the only other care to finish.)
1 Do not congratulate Mr. Macy on his car’s finish. If you do, at best he’ll not hear you. At worst, he will think you are putting him on. You see, Modi. The Macy sponsored Benz collided with a streetcar on the way to Evanston and with a sleigh and then a horse drawn hack on the return trip. It never made it back.)
As the headline says, there is a Corvette and Mustang show here in Lakeway. We need to load the bus and then disembark at the display space when we get there. We will be setting up a buffet for your pleasure. Today we are serving cracked stone crab claws, fresh asparagus, fingerling roasted potatoes, station carved standing rib roast with horseradish aioli, fresh-caught sea bass, saffron rice pilaf, and assorted cakes and homemade vanilla ice cream for dessert. There are assorted wines and top-shelf liqueurs. We also have Lady Antebellum for your entertainment.
So everyone get on board, and let’s go.
A vintage corvette. I’m sorry, but I didn’t get the exact years on a lot of these. This one is from the 80s.
Here is a new model.
If you ever wondered what a turbocharged Corvette looks like without its clothes, here’s one for you.
A 1980 Corvette. Hard to believe it is 40 years old.
A 1987 Corvette with special paint.
A 1979 Corvette with the Stingray emblem.
Two vintage Mustangs from about 1985.
A red 2019 Shelby Cobra flanked by two late-model Mustangs.
A 1965 Mustang GT that is 55 years old and looks brand new.
Another 80s model Mustang convertible.
1968 Mustang GT
Amazing color.
Unusual paint (US AIR Force) and custom doors on a 2020.
2020 convertible
About a 2008 Shelby Mustang.
Well, that is the tour. Stay have some more food and listen to the music. I hope you have a great week
It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again, and Here is Linda Hill with this week’s prompt. She is carrying a big bag, so I’m guessing she has some whopper of a prompt.
“Hi, Linda.Looks like a big prompt.”
“Xray eyes?”
“No, it’s just that it’s a big parcel.”
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you put in your fridge.” Start your post with the last thing you put in your fridge. Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!”
“What’s going on you two?” “I want the chipmunk toy and Twiggy won’t share.” “Um-hum. Twiggy?” “Well, I guess.” “It’s Friday Ladies. Time for fun.” “Chipmunk is fun.”
It is Friday and hopefully, you are as glad as Twiggy. We can now look forward to a couple of days to recharge. At least that’s what I do.
Not too much going on this week. We have increasing cases of Rona (I believe I know her well enough to call her by her nickname) and our county just upped the severity level to four. That means restaurants and bars need to go back to 50% occupancy and large gatherings discouraged. The parks remain open so mostly it is business as usual.
This weekend is the anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy. It was over fifty years ago but to those of us who were in college at the time will never forget those days. The country came to a standstill as we mourned the death of the man we considered as “Our President.” Now the event has passed into history and those of us who were there are relics as well.
Today’s John KU talks about history. I hope you all have a great weekend.
