It is
the hour before midnight, on the harsh, gray flat asphalt road along the
banks of one of the Great Lakes . A truck races by like a
shadow, the moon glowing behind a small house. The car swiftly goes on
by, the dim light from the fogy night: --moon penetrating through the
fog onto the tuck and house, where a man is standing by the road; --
music is heard coming from the car, Rock & Roll, as this stranger
standing by the road, a man in a red plaid shirt, he stands erect, as if
he was Paul Bunion; standing in-between the road and the house as a
truck races by.
Thus, technology was on a roll. Bill Gates had founded
the Microsoft Corporation in 1975 and McDonalds had created a drive
thru. However, my mother was more interested in her own life and leisure
time. In the seventies she had graduated high school, entered the
workforce, and married my father in 1976 and started her own
family.
Finally, during the long New Year weekend, they'd done it. The
man told her to get out and she'd finally found the strength to take him
up on it. She woke Teddie up, told him to take his bike and go to the
new place, grabbed a few things, including Charlie, and walked out,
letting the security door slam behind her. She'd never told the man that
she already had a place to go, had had it lined up for weeks now, in
anticipation of this moment. Teddie would get there before she did, but
she and Charlie and what was left of her life wouldn't be far
behind.
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Considering cost of
living in her area in the seventies, her income was suitable. A new home
could be purchased for $25,000. A postage stamp rose from $0.06 in 1970
to $0.15 in 1979. I asked my mother if she could recall some prices of
the decade. She remembered bread being $0.29, gas $0.74 a gallon, candy
bars $0.05, soft drinks $0.10-0.15 a bottle in the early seventies and
in the late seventies prices started to rise. She remembered cigarettes
costing $1.00 a pack, cracker $0.29, milk $1.00 and most canned goods
$0.10. The dark
figure standing, staring by the street, is noticed by the two men in the
front seat of the truck, they stare but keep going, --trees blowing to
his right and left, the waves of the Great Lake of Superior, makes a
humming sound, and everything else, as if you were in the middle of a
hurricane, the stranger stands erect yet, never moving. He sees the eyes
of the passenger in the Ford-truck, a small figure, a man of about
forty, the driver calls him Skip, and he hears that. The taller man at
the wheel, his arms are solid, and frozen to the wheel, is called Amery,
for some reason you know he knows that.
So
you're thinking of trading in that gas guzzler collecting rust in the
driveway. According to the official "Cash for Clunkers" website, your
1979
buy truck volvo won't make the cut-even if you swear it's
the biggest piece of "clunk" on the block. The official rules state
vehicles must be less than 25 years old. As for the embarrassing
junk-mobile you just inherited from your crazy uncle-trade in vehicles
must be registered and insured continuously for the full year before you
participate. Skip: "Yes, yes, I saw
him! D' did you? He was by the trees, or was it in front of the
house...? No, by the road; gee, maybe it was both, he seemed to be in
both locations at once. A shadow effect I suppose." . A couple of
guys that had graduated from high school with me picked me up at the end
of my afternoon shift, and we went drinking in Lorain. We ended up in
Hannah's Bar on North Broadway just a couple of blocks south of Lake
Erie. In October, the U.S. State Department released a the results of a
survey of 220 U.S. private companies which showed 15 percent of them
have postponed investments or expansion plans in Mexico due to the drug
violence now paralyzing that country.