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Here’s to Mom…

I was thinking today about writing a new book, entitled, The Legend of the Last Mom.  How would you feel if upon waking tomorrow there were no Mom’s…anywhere?  Of course, that’s just fantasy.  But I sure wish my Mom were still here, cause I miss her like mad.  So on this day of days, here’s to all the Mom’s…may you continue to watch over us as we fumble and bumble through this crazy and mixed up world.

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RECKONING!!

IMG_4255In Smith’s upcoming novel, he predicts a worst-case scenario should animal abuse continue its destructive path.

First Lady prayer…

Couldn’t find him…

It was about two weeks ag0.  I had a delivery to make in the south-east part of town.  It was bitter cold.  Winds blew my cap off and I slipped on the ice trying to retrieve it.  Down I went…on my bad elbow.  The pain shot straight to my mouth which in turn shouted some pretty bad stuff.  Slowly, begrudgingly, I stood, both in pain and embarrassed.  My cap had blown into the frigged  creek, I had torn my coat sleeve, and two motorists sat in their cars amused.  I don’t know where ‘mad’ comes from, but it found me, and I was pissed.  I don’t know what I was mad at, the ice, the wind, my clumsiness, whatever, mad had me and I need to vent.

I made my delivery and upon returning to my car found a scrawny cat sitting by the door, meowing like I was his savior.  Still mad, I pushed passed him, and drove away.

Now friends, you don’t know me.  Animals have been a significant part of my life for all my life.  On any other day, I would have scooped that cat into my arms and taken him to my home, it would have been his kitty heaven.  But for some stupid reason, because I was still ‘mad’ for falling and making a general fool of myself, I drove home empty handed.

I couldn’t sleep that night.  And I could barely wait for daybreak.  As soon as the sun brightened, I headed for south-east hills.  I spent most of the morning calling for him, but he wasn’t to be found.

I still worry about him, wondering if he found a home, or if he is still wandering about.

There’s always a price to pay for ‘mad.’  I should have known better.

Pick it…

Can’t afford a new sound system for my guitar, so I bought a new pick.img_3473

WARNING FROM POLICE!!!

PLEASE READ – THIS IS NOT A JOKE!!!!

Subject:  A WARNING FROM POLICE.

This is the thing these days, with people out of work and needing cash.

Beware, it’s headed your way.

Just last weekend on Friday night we parked in a public parking area. As we drove away I noticed a sticker on the rear window of the car. When I took it off after I got home, it was a receipt for gas.. Luckily my friend told me not to stop as it could be someone waiting for me to get out of the car.. Then we received this email yesterday:

WARNING FROM POLICE

THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN

BEWARE OF A PIECE OF PAPER ON THE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE–NEW WAY TO DO CARJACKING (NOT A JOKE)

Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating.. You walk across the parking lot, unlock your car and get inside. You start the engine and shift into reverse..

When you look into the rearview mirror to back out of your parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rear window. So, you shift into Park, unlock your doors, and jump out of your car to remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. When you reach the back of your car, that is when the carjackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off. They practically mow you down as they speed off in your car.

And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse is still in the car.

So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, your money, and your keys. Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!

BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED.

If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away. Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail. I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents, and you certainly do NOT want it to fall into the wrong hands.

Please keep this going and tell all your friends

 

The lost dogs…#’s 7 & 8

Friends: The following weeks I will be posting some of the chapters of my new short story entitled, The Lost Dogs of Mercy Trap. This is the first of 6-8 stories to be published in 2016. I hope you enjoy. John
(Chapter’s seven and eight)
Seven

Katy and Joseph took personal leave days from work. At ten AM they loaded Jimmy in the van and drove 35 miles north to Goldstone, WV, a city of 20,000 people. They shopped at five stores gathering dog food, treats, collars, shampoo, ropes, hardware snaps, and other supplies.

Returning to Mercy Trap around two PM they drove to the steel mill. In order to bath and groom the dogs, they would have to find a building with running water.

For the first time since the episode of abused dogs had started, Joseph felt he was getting a break. There was one bathroom with a tub and shower where the water had not been turned off. “Must be for he security guards,” Joseph mused.

“Then where are they?” asked Katy.

“Christmas break, I suspect.” He said.

“And if they show up tomorrow night?”

“Then I’ll give them a Christmas bonus to turn their heads?”

They unloaded supplies and returned to Joseph’s house, fixed PB&J sandwiches and settled around the kitchen table with pencils and note pads. It was time to be specific about the abduction, storage, care, and return of five dogs.

They worked through the afternoon and evening putting their plan on paper. At ten PM, 48 hours before the plan would unfold, Katy hugged both Jimmy and Joseph and drove home.

Eight

On Thursday and Friday Joseph took Jimmy to the hospital for volunteer time in the peds department, and then sorted mail. Katy wrote stories about awards presentations, personnel promotions, and obits.

They met for dinner at Bob Evans on Friday after work.

“Why do I feel like I’m on death row and this is my final meal?” said Katy.

Joseph and Jimmy laughed out loud.

“You worry too much,” Jimmy said. “After all what’s the worst that can happen?”

“Death before a firing squad,” she said. “Or maybe lethal injection.”

“No way,” Jimmy said. “We won’t get caught. And if we did, there’s not a jury in Mercy Trap that’d give us more than three years in the pen.”

“Okay, okay, children,” Joseph admonished. “Let’s enjoy our meal as if it is our last. We’re going to need all the energy we can muster before the night is over.”

After dinner, Katy drove home. She changed into drab pants, old shoes, and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her head. She took a bus to within three blocks of Joseph’s house, and walked, wondering all the while why she had agreed to such a crazy scheme.

The first three dogs were loaded without incident…mostly due to their familiarity with Joseph and his treats.

The fourth, a young Rottweiler, never having been removed from a 20-foot tether, was unruly and anxious. But a piece of Bob Evans steak calmed him considerably while they forced him into the van.

Katy and Jimmy took the four dogs to the Steel Mill while Joseph worked at getting the acceptance of a 175-pound Mastiff.

His name was Scrooge. He was a cross between a rounder and a junkyard dog. Fortunately, the mailbox for all five owners was on a post outside each property fence. Joseph always threw the treats. But, he had never entered any of the yards. Still, he was comfortable with the first four dogs. Though they would bark, it was more for the treats than out of aggression. This morning, even in the dark of night, each of the four had merely wagged their tails when he entered their yards and hooked them to a leash.

Scrooge, however, was different. He did not wear his disposition on his sleeve. He was pensive and slow to move. He never attacked the treats. Rather, he was thoughtful. He’d wait until Joseph turned his head before eyeing the treat. Then, he’d sluggishly pick it up and throw it down in one gulp.

“Hey, boy,” Joseph said as he approached the big dog and offered him a biscuit.
Surprisingly, Scrooge wagged his tail, accepted the biscuit, and allowed Joseph to remove the old chain and snap a new lead to his collar. Then, as if the two had gone on numerous walks together, they slowly and silently left the yard.

Katy and Jimmy returned and Joseph loaded Scrooge in the van. Two hours later they finished bathing the five dogs.