How many times had she rescued it? She'd lost
count. It seemed that every year since she'd gotten it, it had dwindled
down to nothing and she'd had to give it a serious haircut to get it
going again. It would, almost overnight, grow lush and full only to
start dwindling and drooping again with no warning. How often she had
looked at it, remembering, or drawing comfort from its upright eager
vines that never seemed to quit. Poor Charlie, she thought. How many
more times can I hack away at you like this and expect you to live?
He seemed to bring back his
memories in full color HD detail in my mind. A lot of those stories are
fleeting at best, I am sure he added in his own little exaggerated
touches but back then it didn't matter. That is what Deer Camp stories
did for me in D&DH magazine in the off season too. My Dad used to call
my grandfather a bullshitter and never fully understood that till after
growing up and experiencing life for myself. I think this life needs
bullshitters to carry on that tradition of deer hunting we have all come
to love.
Not only were the fads up in the air in the seventies, so were
the headline news. In 1971, the 26th Amendment was passed allowing a
U.S. citizen to be able to vote at age 18. In 1974, President Nixon
resigned from office as the Watergate scandal unfolds. In 1975,
President Ford announces war in Vietnam was finished as far as the U.S.
was concerned. And Space became the "New Frontier". In 1972, Pioneer 10
lifted off to journey past Jupiter. In 1973, Skylab was launched by
NASA. And in 1976, the Viking I landed on Mars. Boy, times were changing
fast, just as Bob Dylan had predicted.
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This didn't happen over night. My wife and I separated
seven months before she filed for divorce. We stayed together though. We
still had a sex life, we still did things with each other and we still
took care of one another. Just like we did when we lived together. We
both liked the option of having our own space though. Sure, we missed
each other but it was nice for both of us to have the option of saying
to the other, "I just want to chill at home alone tonight" and send the
other home. Skip sees the thickness of the woods next to
him, as the head lights reflect the fog-lit moon shadows. In front of
him there are hundreds of frogs crossing the road, driftwood had reached
all the with way from the lake up to the road, --it is strange they both
think , and so
they now are thinking more with their body expressions, their face,
eyebrows, the way they look at each other; --they turn their head sharp
as if they sense Lake Superior is right next to them because of the
sounds of the waves are becoming louder again, but they know it is a few
hundred yards to the side of them, yet all this driftwood laying about,
they seem to be fixed on for the moment, as if they were on a levy.
Every year when my wife and I filed our taxes some things from MY past
(not hers) would creep up. If we filed our taxes on February 1st, we
were lucky if we got our refund in August. I had a
buy truck frame that had a manual transmission. My wife cannot drive stick
shift but I had to put her on my insurance because she is has a driver's
license and lived with me. If she had tickets or a DUI from the past, my
insurance would be sky high and I have never had any tickets and I don't
drink and drive. It wasn't a problem for us but it could have
been. So
far all that is being offered are the trimmings, what about where it
really counts? GMC's upgrades have been focused on the chassis and
powertrain. It's not as strong as the Ford F-Series with their Super
Duty, but the Sierra Denali has a 20,000 -pound maximum towing capacity
with a fifth wheel trailer like the Chevy Silverado HD. Its diesel
engine is the star of the show. GMC has made substantial upgrades with
their oiling system that saw an 11% increase in highway fuel economy and
a range of 680 miles thanks in part to its 36 gallon fuel tank. This is
certainly what many will want to hear with regards to saving gas. Luxury
is nice, but economy is even better regarding fuel prices. The end of the story is
we were able to get the lawyer for Ford Motor Credit to accept a much
lesser amount because he was trying to get a default judgment on his
fees. That was illegal here in Florida, so with his hands in the cookie
jar, he just wanted to get it over rather than have his name placed in
front of the Florida Bar Assn. So
happens he ran out of his truck with his gun in hand pointing and said
look at that huge partridge. Back then the partridge appeared to be
three feet tall as it sat on an old sturdy willow branch. Its head and
shoulders were covered with snow and just sat their looking at my uncle.
All of a sudden you hear boom and feathers going everywhere like when
you bust open one of your mothers feather pillows she got for you for
Christmas. Looking you see that glorious partridge in all its splendor
laying on the ground. Yea those memories are sacred and worth writing
about.