We saw all kinds of weather as we drove in both directions on the trip, but I loved the feeling at about 3000 feet in the mountains when we were quite literally, driving just underneath the clouds.
It was grey and rainy as we entered one of the tunnels that makes it's way through the mountains of West Virginia. (or maybe PA?) :)
But... coming out the other side! We ran into a huge snow storm.
It was a great trek indeed!
Peb's and I had a pretty good laugh too, as we realized we didn't turn on the radio or plug in a CD the entire 14 hours home! Good conversation with your best friend, sure can make the time fly by!
Now on to....
March 2009, Vol. 8, Issue 3
The latest issue of Truckin'...
1. Lubbock's Own: Larry "the Laugher" Larson by Johnny Hughes
Large Mouth Maude Larson once beat a Hockley County man half to death at the Cotton Club with a bowling pin because she thought he stole her comb. Later, she found it in her purse, like all women do. She didn't feel a bit bad. The world-class bitch... More
2. A Good Beginning by Milton T. Burton
He bills himself as my best friend, but he's not. My best friend was a Kentucky farm boy who died in screaming agony in the Mekong Delta forty years earlier. But even aristocrats like to name-drop occasionally, and mine has been a good name to drop since not long after I came to the New York financial world out of a Cleveland blue color neighborhood by way of Vietnam decades ago... More
3. Happy Valentine's Day Tamara Johnson by Dave Peterson
I moved behind the door to investigate and possibly kill someone. I figured I was ready. The deadbolt lock was sprung with a soft – click. I heard keys jangling, a girl's voice laughing, and then the handle turned. I leveled the revolver and pulled the hammer back... More
4. Hunter Wellington by Betty Underground
Her comfort in her own skin surpasses societies modesty boundaries. It is just how she is. Most people come home from work and take off their shoes. She doesn't stop there, she takes off her pants and pulls her bra off through the sleeves of her t-shirt. Discarding them on the floor of the entrance. She prefers the freedom, and cares less about what others might think... More
5. Monroe by Paul McGuire
Monroe sat at the end of the bar on the last stool. He always did. He never left. The octogenarian arrived five minutes before O'Looney's opened and had to be carried out every night when one of his grandkids stopped by to pick him up... More
What a Long Strange Trip It's Been...
From the Editor's Laptop:
Welcome back to a "it's almost Spring" edition of Truckin'. I hope some of these stories bring a smile to your face or inspire you. This issue features the Truckin' debut of Milton T. Burton, a published author, who was generous enough to share a short story titled A Good Beginning. We also have another gem from Johnny Hughes who shared a story about a Lubbock, Texas legend. Betty Underground contributed a sultry and erotica tale for you with Hunter Wellington. Dave Peterson is back with a Valentine's Day story. And I wrote a piece of fiction titled Monroe inspired by James Joyce.
Please spread the word about Truckin' by any means necessary. You will increase your karma tenfold by turning on your friends and family about your favorite stories. The writers write for free so they only compensation they get is the knowledge that people are digging their blood work.
And as always, please let me know if anyone is interested in being added to the mailing list or perhaps you are interested in writing for a future issue? We'd love to see what you've been working on.
Before I go, I have to sincerely thank the writers for exposing the soul to the world. Thanks for taking this leap of faith with me.
Be good,
McG
"No man is more hopelessly enslaved, than he who falsely believes that he is free." - Goethe
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
4 comments:
Hey Bam,
You sure the pics are WV? That looks like the PA tunnels - I've passed through there a bunch where it was clear blue sky on one side and either pouring down rain or complete blizzard on the other. You always know you're getting close when you see cars going the other way with their wipers going full bore and head lights on. Which reminds me... going that way again next weekend! Thanks for the pics + stories!
God point Blaargh, it might've been PA ! It was all a bit of a blur actually.
:)
Thanks for the photos!
I don't have the transcript from the Mookie last night. Somebody else who was laughing and watching just may have it. I passed out before the tourney ended....
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