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.
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.
He stutters
a bit and is silent as his truck slows down to ten miles per hour. Amery
hands a knife to Skip, who puts it next to his groin area. The car
stops, they both are thinking, looking at one another, their eyes are
not blinking, you can see the hairs of their eyebrows as if the eye is
attached to it, the lower lip of the eyelid is almost stuck to the
eyebrow from staring, --they're listening to the waves, for that is the
only sound now that is optional, except the humming of the truck motor,
the waves of the of the Great Lake Superior seem to be upon them .
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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
first voice I heard when I came out of surgery was Harrison's. Harrison
called me on the phone and said, "Hey, are you okay?" I said,
"Yeah, I'm good." He said, "Well, then you need to get back to work." I
said, "Are you serious?" He said, "That's the way this cookie crumbles."
So I went back to work. The show doesn't stop for anybody.
I had just started on another beer when someone dropped a few
coins in the juke box. The music was bad country. To my utter disgust
the first song that played was that "I want to stick a boot up your
butt" super-patriotic, ultra-jingoist thing by the guy in the
buy truck online commercials. The people around me began to sing
along loudly. Now, let's look at an example of how to negotiate a deal, any time.
Let's pretend (or maybe not) that you're one of the estimated five per
cent who are unemployed in the United States. You've done your homework;
written up a killer resume, and now you have some interviews lined
up. I'd finally made it, I thought. A step closer to bottling our
green chile sauce, a cooking sauce resplendent with flavor and I could
envision a bottle on every table in America. I just needed the right
chile. Divorced folks really do not have any place to go
for guidance. Sure a good friend offers a shoulder to cry on, but the
tragedy of having personal credit destroyed from a broken marriage is
serious. In another article we deal with authorized users of a credit
card. This is important after a divorce also.