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[Ratkity]

Wonderful stories!

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Ratkity

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

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Wonderful stories!

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Ratkity

I think it's YOUR turn, dear...

[queeniejeanne]

Tex, excellent........know these stories about warmth in Jail are so true, even though fictional...there where times when we would pick up a few of our homeless nightly, put them in jail, feed them, keep them warm and before the department heads arrived we let them out to go back to their wooded areas. We had an excellent drunk tank, with Disney Characters painted on the walls........lots of them talked to the characters. Maybe even changed some of their ways afterward...who knows.

Cliff, great......I lived in Devil's Den for 6 mos in a little trailer with my folks, while my Dad worked on the San Luis Obispo canal in the 60's. My younger brother and I would ride our bikes to Kettleman and catch the school bus for a 45 min ride to the closest school. Brother went to grade school in Avenal and I went to High School in Coalinga. What a great time that one was... But Banning was a lot further south. He worked down there for a time on a road or canal, dam or bridge...can't remember now. We went out on a lot of jobs, lived in the trailer and went to schools in the area. Our home in those years was in Herndon, Chowchilla, & Visalia. Still have relatives in the area but don't want to come back out there at all. I learned to drive that year, in my Dad's brand new 65 white/blue Chev deluxe pickup with all the chrome....do you know what that stationary tumbleweed/sagebrush does to the sides of pretty blue????????My circle 8 area had lots of sagebrush when I started..... anyway

Two more wonderful stories......Queenie

[IASCOTT]

Ever get lost in a moment maybe 3,4 or 5. I did last evening when I was out for a little drive my pickup just decided to take a right hand turn down a one lane dirt road. Now one dirt road may look like any other dirt road when you're on a nondescript hard surface road.

Now trust me when I say they all have their own personalities and some even come with multiple personalities. Some are rut ridden hard packed and with grass and weeds trying to choke them out of existence. Some are as smooth as a baby's bottom with a fine layer of dust which is a delight to walk on barefooted. And the grass to the left middle and right looks as good as a many a manicured lawn.

Now this country lane that truck decided needed exploring was one who's personality change so drastically it caused us to stop in surprise and wonder. When truck decided to go exploring I wasn't to sure it chose the right path. This dirt road started out as a hard packed weed choke tunnel with the horse weeds as high as the cab and bouncing off both mirrors. Soon we where climbing a hill that ma nature with her rain had weaved a rutted mess down both tire paths. And with truck never happy with following one rut at a time I was being bounced from side to side as truck's tires switched from one rut to the next.

Now a rutted road can be a real plus when you have a lovely lady sitting next to you. Specially when truck front end dives one direction and he wags his box in the opposite direction and she just naturally grabs your arm just to stay seated next to you. Truck has played at match making more than once this way and that is why I have grown close to this old friend. Cause for all the rust and dent truck is not much to look at but he does have a heart of gold is always ready for an adventure.

Now this adventure we were on wasn't no match making trip cause sad to say a lovely lady isn't in my life at this point. So I was wondering why truck was trying to shake the snot out of me. The slow rise up the hill was met with a little less jig and jag and the falling away of the horse weeds. To the point we crested the hill and the horse weeds magically turned to wild flowers and the dirt road took on the baby's bottom smooth personality. Even better than that was we went from a weed choked tunnel to a open expanse of farm land that stretched to the horizon.

Truck came to a pronounced stop just to make sure I was awake and seeing what he was. The patch work quilt of the green corn and the shade darker green of the beans. Only interrupted with a wrinkle of a few tree choked water ways and creeks and farmsteads with their grain bins and houses dotted here and there taking the place of the tied knots in a quilt. Above all that was the sky and clouds in awash of multiple shade of reds pinks and oranges. Standing alone in that spectacle of color was the last low level fair weather cumulus cloud. Standing there all gray and trying to reach for the suns rays so it to could become part of the canvas the sun was painting.

As I stood there in the fine powder of the dirt road I slowly began to turn. Slowly as the sea of color was being blocked from my view the sky turned to blue then a darker blue to a gray blue as I face completely opposite of the sun set. Which holds its own promise of a displace but letting you know it needs to prepare its canvas so in the morning it to can compete with the west. Lost in that display of colors from opposite sides of the spectrum. Lost gone was the stress of the day I was carrying. I for a moment but longer than a moment became lost to everything but what was happening before my eyes. Their may have been a tear or two role down my cheek in them pure beautiful moments but that's between truck and I.

Scott

[Cliffmeister2000]

Nice, Scott! Welcome to the thread!

[Ratkity]

Lovely Scott!

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Ratkity

[TheBizMan]

Just found this thread. Now my sides hurt so much I can't stand up.

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

I can almost SEE it, Scott...thanks!!!

[queeniejeanne]

I to have been to the top of the mountain.....looking right/left and all the colors coming to one sunset that can make tears. Good Story Thanks for the reminders to go on down those crazy paths if you dare, it will be worthy of the hard trip. Queenie

[Cliffmeister2000]

MY START IN TRAILER LIFE

I found myself in a situation in my senior year of high school that I felt I could not face, so I decided not to go back. We had moved out to the sticks a few years earlier, and Banning was a town with occasional racial and gang issues. There were Blacks, Whites, Mexicans and Indians. Somehow, I managed to get along with all these folks. It was the son of the Assistant Superintendant of Schools that I had problems with. Whatever happened, it was always my fault. Finally, we got into it during P.E., and the entire class, including the teacher, formed a loose circle around us and watched me get my butt handed to me. You might think I’m bitter just because the other kid was a varsity wrestler, and I was 6’4â€

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

That's a tough act to follow, my friend...great job, as usual!!!

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

FEMALES

It was one of those chance meetings you read about in romance novels and fairy tales. The sun was still asleep, and my old truck had finally warmed up enough to melt a little of the morning chill.

I wasn't going very fast...Texas back roads are not conducive to speed if you want healthy kidneys...and besides, my old truck seems to suffer from E.D. on a regular basis.

(Um...that would be ENGINE dysfunction...geez, you people...)

I looked down, just as I topped a little rise, groping around in the darkness for the tuning knob on the radio, trying to get the local AM station to come in a little better...it was almost time for Bubba Ray to shut up about the farm report and play some music.

When I glanced up, there she was, standing smack in the middle of the road in her birthday suit, staring at me. Believe you me, I stopped on a dime, and not five feet from her loveliness. She never even flinched.

In the high beams, her eyes were the color of brewing coffee, and her hair was only a few shades lighter. Her entire body was covered with glistening droplets from the pre-dawn mist, and her long slender legs were shapely and flawless. Her breath became smooth wisps of smoke which framed her lovely face, and I just sat there, mesmerized. She broke the spell by glancing coyly over her shoulder, then walked sexily to the side of the road, slipped gracefully through the fence, and vanished into the stillness.

As I sat there, trying to find my heart, a huge buck, neck swollen and oblivious to the sound or lights from the truck, trotted after his lady-friend. He ran headlong into the fence, staggered backwards, and repeated the effort. After the fourth try, he seemed to glance around to make sure no one was watching, then scooted on his belly under the wire, making a complete and utter fool of himself.

Females...how do they DO that?

Tex

[Cliffmeister2000]

I love it!!

[Ratkity]

Luv it!

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Ratkity

[Ratkity]

MOVING DAY

Everything that happened in this story is true. No names have been changed.

Ever had one of those days? I had finally found another post-doc job after my last one in Texas lost funding abruptly in 1996. I had moved back home to NC at the time because scientist jobs in TX were not to be found. It didn’t take long for me to score a great job at a university in Greensboro, NC. Greensboro was about 1.5 hours away from Raleigh (parental unit home base). Time to move again. Good thing most of my stuff was still packed.

I had a big extended cab Chevy pickup with a huge V8 engine in it. “Dallas Cowboy colorsâ€