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Weekly Contest #102
I am very pleased to share my shocking story with you on this magnificent bluebird day. Yes, just perfect for a shocking story! During the 1970’s, my parents reluctantly sent me off to a co- educational state college, as opposed to anxiously sending me off to an all-female college. The times were sure changing. My parents were right. They always seemed to be right. I was very fortunate for their “Rightness” about the times. But I won out in the Battle of the Coed State College! My life and education were to take a very welcome, exc...
Weekly Contest #101
Driscoll Street was preparing for the annual Independence Day picnic. The different streets of the neighborhood were permitted to reserve picnic tables to spend the day with their neighbors. Some folks would wander around the big park known as Creedmoor Rest for quite a period in the hopes of meeting new friends and old and making themselves known as well. Such activities were proof positive of a friendly, cohesive neighborhood. Driscoll Street was a part of this active, cohesive neighborhood. Like any other street, it predominantly ...
Weekly Contest #94
HOORAY FOR THE GREY! Mildred and Bill Williams often spent a Saturday afternoon at Belmont Racetrack during the race season. They shared their passion for horse racing on these afternoons among friends and relatives. The track at Belmont Park was a convenient twenty- minute walk along the sidewalk path that lined the nearby freeway. The Saturday afternoon get-togethers would start when they all gathered at the Williams house en route to the racetrack. Jerry, Mildred’s brother, was one of the few that really understood the sport. He ...
Weekly Contest #90
COME LEAVE YOUR TROUBLES BEHIND YOU Trevor stared out of the window of the moving train, packed with passengers at this hour of the morning. The scenery was impressive to most, but not to Trevor, as his mind was someplace else. He saw very little scenery of late. His stress levels blocked out many of life’s rewards and pleasures. At the Bay Boulevard station, Trevor disembarked from the train to walk to the ferry port. He thought how just two weeks ago he had arranged for this day as he walked. The times, they were mighty stressful....
Weekly Contest #78
Brian purchased the small four room house in west Texas in 1983. It was equivalent in size to a two-bedroom apartment, but it came with three conjoined half-acre lots, a large storm shelter, numerous pecan and pear trees and a water well. The ground was rich and productive. It was a dream for Brian, a single male in his late twenties and a farmer at heart. “It took me five to six hours to cut the grass yesterday,” Brian remarked to his new neighbor. “The original house stood on this far lot. In 1953, a tornado devastated this whole ...
Weekly Contest #77
As Mike stared out through the kitchen window, his thoughts drifted as he watched the cardinal on the snow- covered bird bath. Now, eight years later, Mike was holding a golden ticket in his hand. Depart Kennedy International Airport July 23. Arrive Santiago July 24. Mike had never even known that Latam Airlines was an airline company. Latam Airlines was flying him to Santiago, Chile with all expenses paid. It was a dream-come-true in many aspects. It had all started eight years ago. Mike worked four consecutive summer jobs at ...
Weekly Contest #70
Mark and Ted had been best buddies all during high school. It had been years since their high school graduation and they continued their fond friendship. They considered themselves to be smooth operators, and as such, able to understand what motivated, and what might threaten, one another. Each could see into the other’s soul. Ted had been dating Linda for about five months. Ted and Linda found each other fascinating. They loved being together and they loved entertaining each other. Ted was obsessed with her. “She sure is foxy an...
Weekly Contest #68
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Janet and Bill planned and dreamed about this day for quite some time. They both grew up in this small, cotton farming community. They knew each other in the same grammar school, and later dated each other during the freshman year at their town’s only high school. Both fell in love during this freshman year. “Say, Janet, the junior prom is just three weeks away,” Bill said. May I have the honor of escorting you to the prom?” “Let me think about it for a minute,” Janet replied...
Weekly Contest #65
It began to happen when Maria and Vincent altered their home to become a foster home. This is a requirement to set the stage for adoption, if so desired. Adoption was the plan. Maria and Vincent met their children in early August. They all got acquainted at the Taco Bell restaurant. Not very fancy, but it worked well. The three sisters thought this meet at Taco Bell was a real treat. It was a long-term commitment for Maria and Vincent. It was salvation for the three female children, aged at seven, five and four years. The three ...
Weekly Contest #62
Everett walked into work at 3:00 PM. He was the relief for Mike. He presented Mike with a spicy sausage from a convenience store. “Well, thanks, Everett,” Mike said. “You know, as I stood behind this woman, waiting to make my purchase, I spotted a penny on the floor. It is not beneath me to stoop and pick up a penny, he said assertively. “We’re on the same page, Everett,” Mike said with a smile. “Then I have a proposition for you, Mike,” Everett challenged. “How about we keep track of any currency we find? It will be a contest. In ...
Weekly Contest #61
“Don’t throw out the old bread. Please, save it for me,” Rachel requested. “At the picnic in the park last Saturday, we watched the birds vacuum up the leftover crumbs. It was so neat, Mom! The birds were just like you when you vacuum the dirty carpet.” “That’s an interesting comparison,” Mom replied. Rachel was left-handed. The pediatrician explained that she might have a propensity for seeing things in artistic and creative ways. Left-handed people were often different in ways like that. Rachel was often seen sitting on the front p...
Weekly Contest #59
Eugene sat on the front porch, or stoop, of his house on this Saturday afternoon. His neighborhood was blessed with lots of children who played their popular games in the street. It was a highly desirable neighborhood in which to live. Neighbors looked out for each other and pulled together in support of one another. On summer evenings, both adults and children decorated the house-fronts through-out the day and into the evening hours. It was highly populated due to the large number of children that had been created. It was a lively s...
Weekly Contest #58
The Kelly Family looked forward to their regular visits to Canaan Lake. Bessie and Will Kelly had inherited the very primitive four room cottage many years earlier. It served them year after year nicely, as it provided for a weekend of quiet and relaxation. It was a place where one could think clearly, without the frequent interruptions of big city life. It included a screened front porch with a number of small beds. In this area one could sleep well in the cool of darkness. The cottage had just four light bulbs. A light bulb did no...
Weekly Contest #55
Matt and Jerry heard the car door close in the driveway. It was time to put things in quick order. The dogs barked as the gate latch clanged. It was the typical routine. Woof, woof, woof. Scurry, scurry, scurry. The thunderstorm began to break at the moment that Mike reached for the door handle. Mike scurried to get into the backdoor of the simple four room house. The doors were never locked in this small mid-west community. With the twist of the knob, Mike and pooches squeezed into the kitchen all at once luckily with no mud on...
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