Imagine and The Silver Stars

Over the weekend I read a few articles about the ‘trollish ‘ way in which people expressed themselves on social media about the death a public figure’s brother.

The thing of it is, there is nothing unique about the way people were acting and this story is a true experience ( with some changes to  the individual’s identities and description ) that illustrates my point:

 

He handed me a CD and a yellow bandana with a stars stamped all over it in silver.

The CD was John Lennon’s Imagine and I wasn’t sure what the significance of the bandana was and then he asked me to play the CD when they carried his daughter’s casket into the chapel and would I take the floral arranged off the casket and put the bandana in it’s place and instead of the music that had been selected I was supposed to put on Lennon’s song.

Of course I couldn’t  and I was on my way to giving a good excuse ( because this wasn’t the first time this had happened )  when another man and two of the deceased’s siblings were around us and they were yelling, they were angry. How dare he show up and try to control her Funeral Service? He hadn’t been around for years and now he was going to call the shots about how to bury her?

Her Mother sailed in and sailed past us,  like she didn’t know any of them. That’s what the other family members and friends did too.

I eyeballed the entrance then I closed the chapel doors and I sent the cue to the other Director to start the service and that’s what he did.

The Father, The Stepfather and the Siblings fought through the entire service and when it was over they stamped out of the building.

They weren’t there for the Graveside Service either.

 

Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt #15- He Wore a Yellow Bandana

Road Trip

From Linda G Hill: The prompt for  Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything.

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I could find a road, you know one of those roads that people stay away from because they’re out in the middle of nowhere and there’s this story about a car crash where all anyone found was three of the victims fingers embedded in smashed up windshield and one shoe  with a foot in it out  in the middle of the road minus a leg and the rest of the parts that are attached to it.

The locals, of course,  called this road Three Fingers.

For years and years until things got modern and they started to clear the road of trees and deadfall and when they brought one tree down close to the road they found the driver of the car- well parts of him -stuck up in the tree near the place where the car crashed.

I could find a road like that and drive down it maybe during a snow storm or just before Halloween and I bet I’d see something like-

a Hitchhiker with a limp and some missing fingers-  I’m sure it would be just a coincidence but I could dine on a story like that for years, so sure I’d take a trip down a road like that.

I’m not sure if there would be a down side to taking a drive down that road unless of course you take into account that nobody knows exactly why the Driver crashed that car. Was he drunk? Did he fall asleep at the wheel? Or did he see something in the middle of the road that made him slam on his brakes and sent him head first into the place where urban legends are from?

That could be a con to this entire Pro-Con argument that I have going on in my head right now. Would I be willing to take that chance?

Let me think about that for a minute.

Okay.

Minute is up.

” BRB ” as the cool kids say.

I’ll let you know how it goes, providing of course I have all my fingers and can write it all down when I get back.

 

 

My Potty Mouth (The Early Years)

Word of The Day Challenge: Schmutzwortsuche

Dear Santa

( I wrote  in 1969 when I was 8 years old )

Please give me a dictionary, a big heavy dictionary with lots of words in it.

Thank You.

Anita Marie

 

” You don’t believe in Santa ” my Mom said.

” Sometimes I do. Most of the time. You know. When it’s important. ”

I handed my letter to my Mom.

” You can look at it. ” I offered graciously.

She read it and then she looked at me like she wanted to say something.

” Why ” was all she said.

” Because I want to know what words mean.”

And then my brother who was always around nipping at my heels said- because he was of course my Mom’s favorite and his sole purpose in life when he was 8 until about 45 years later was to snitch to our Mom about every rotten thing I did or was about to do or wanted to do.

He was like that angel that sits on your shoulder- only he didn’t sit on my shoulder. He flew all over the place and told anyone with ears what I was doing wrong and why I should be stopped.

” She wants to find more bad words to say to me and if she can’t find them she’s going to hit me with the book. That’s why she wants it to be so big. She wants it to be the biggest book ever so it will hurt. She said so Mom.”

My Mom held my letter out to me. ” Write another one.”

” How’s about I don’t? ”

My Mom nodded. ” Fine. Don’t.”

I didn’t get a dictionary that year. My Mom got me a Barbie Doll.

I hated Barbie Dolls. I only liked stuffed animals. Preferably  ones with metal rods in their backs that held their heads up. If you were to say, use one to smack your pesty brother with- that baby would hurt.

Bad words escaped me then, but even though I was deprived of an educational tool ( looking at YOU Santa  )I have mastered quite a few of them without the help of a dictionary.

Take THAT Mom ho-ho- HA!

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The Tourists

Putting My Feet In The Dirt Prompt#14 : Red Dragon Inn

 Pineapple sage singing on the breeze

a soft carpet of chamomile that smells like honey when you walk across it in your bare feet

Nicotiana smells like cigarette smoke take a whiff, it’s true

My herb garden smells like a bar that serves

mixed drinks to  tourists

on the beach

haunted by the lost

all of them guests  at the Red Dragon Inn