For me the
holiday season was always the most rewarding time of the year as a child
interested in hunting. I had every issue of deer and deer hunting
magazine to fill in during the non-holiday months. But hearing and
seeing hunting as a kid can never be replaced..those memories will stick
with you the rest of your years. During Christmas and Thanksgiving, we
started a tradition. My Grandfather, God rest his soul, used to sit down
after the meal and tell us of all the deer hunting stories he remembered
growing up. For me their was no better story teller that lived.
Chloe is 1 year old now and I am charged with the divine duty of
teaching her how to find her balance and courage. I am able to show her
that it's OK to dance and walk at the same time. Dad is 65 and as the
oldest daughter, I am also teaching him how to walk. They are not much
different really. One has been exposed to the storms of life and
withered them like a champion. The other is just starting to learn about
the ups and downs of living.
Of course, I couldn't spit it out. How
could I? To do so would be a disgrace, but more important was my pride
and my arrival in the Chile Capital of The World. Instead I chewed as
Harvey looked on. Never once did his expression change and in fact it
wasn't until my eyes started to roll back inside my head, that he
cracked a grin. That impassive manner finally gave way and he burst out
laughing. But did I stop? Not a chance. i was too dumb to know what to
do.
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Hannah's was just a hole-in-the-wall, long and
narrow with a bar running almost the whole length of the building. The
brick on the face of the building, and the white wooden door outside,
were nearly black from years of soot from the coke plant and steel
mills. Patrons tended to be older folks who spent what was left of their
paychecks on booze, Polish sausages, hard-boiled eggs, and illegal tip
boards. He now takes a look about
the area, it is not the house, it is the top of tress by the lake; --the
shadows are forming the likes of a house. As he catches his breath, they
continue forward.
My mother and father enjoyed much of their leisure time with
drive in movies, watching TV shows such as MASH, All in the Family,
Dukes of Hazard, and Andy Griffith. They enjoyed the music of Merle
Haggard, Freddy Hart and Conway Twitty. Lastly, they enjoyed fast cars
as well as many people did in the seventies. Drag racing was a fun event
for both my mother and my father. In the seventies my father owned a
1972 Ford Galaxy 500, 1970 Road Runner, 1973 Ranchero, and a 1976
buy direct truck centre. The cost of a new
vehicle was around $6000. Over all, the most rememberable event for my
mother in the seventies was in 1977 when Elvis Presley died. He tipped his hat a bit, raising it off is forehead
and when he did I noticed steel eyes. Eagle eyes that I imagined could
spot a leaf hopper miles away. He screwed up his mouth, flicked the
straw out the window and opening the door, said, Well, let's go. I resumed my
mission and approached the Shadow Bar. Shadow Bar is an unusual name
that had nothing to do with the building itself. The walls were bright,
white stucco with the front of the one-story building evenly divided by
a massive black door with a small glass window centered about five feet
up from the sidewalk. The few windows in the building were covered with
shades and draperies that allowed no glimpse of what was happening
inside. So
there you have it. I have listed some of the more popular accessories
for a Ford truck. Of course there are many more such as performance
tuners and if you are going all out you can completely upgrade the
suspension. That will be another post for another day however. Until
then happy trucking my friends, hope to see you out at the truck
shows.