Then one spring some kids found it tangled up in a mass of overgrown thickets, drug it out. They thought it looked cool with the step through front and large cowl and windshield. They looked it over and one figured out how it should start, They didn't really expect that it would. But it did. The bike of death roared back to life like nothing had ever happened , and it hadn't sitting in a open field all those 10 years. The kids spent the afternoon driving it around the field. suddenly it seemed to take up a mind of its own. First it ran down one boy, then did a 180 and crashed into the one behind it, Finely it took off headed over the field headed for the house with the terrified rider aboard trying best to either stop it, or get off. the brakes wouldn't work, and he felt like he was glued to the seat and handlebars. The bike stopped short, throwing him into the well. It leaned itself up against the sign that said motor scooter for sale. And waited patiently .
The bike still had not sold. There was a reason for it, called, its curse. Many years ago when the motor scooter was new, it had been involved in a plank, that had turn into a horrible accident. The owner of the scooter had died a horrible death, many say she shouldn't have, Since then everyone who has owned it has died, or at least had something horrific happen to them. The latest victim, a 30 something year old hippie wanna be, had just been killed in a wreak that should have destroyed the bike, but miraculously it came through unscratched, one couldn't say the same for the owner. They literally picked up pieces of him from all over the road. By now the reputation of the Italian motor scooter had spread far and wide. No one wanted any part of it. It sat in the field rotting in the weather for 10 years after the last incident.
Then one spring some kids found it tangled up in a mass of overgrown thickets, drug it out. They thought it looked cool with the step through front and large cowl and windshield. They looked it over and one figured out how it should start, They didn't really expect that it would. But it did. The bike of death roared back to life like nothing had ever happened , and it hadn't sitting in a open field all those 10 years. The kids spent the afternoon driving it around the field. suddenly it seemed to take up a mind of its own. First it ran down one boy, then did a 180 and crashed into the one behind it, Finely it took off headed over the field headed for the house with the terrified rider aboard trying best to either stop it, or get off. the brakes wouldn't work, and he felt like he was glued to the seat and handlebars. The bike stopped short, throwing him into the well. It leaned itself up against the sign that said motor scooter for sale. And waited patiently .
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The front of the house was dark, The porch looked like no one had been there in a very long time. the swing was hanging by one chain, sort of swaying in the little breeze there was. Sections of the porch rail were gone, from the looks of the rot in the post, they had been a long time.
Looking around the house showed signs of neglect and misuse for years. Windows were either broken out completely or boarded up. The paint was peeling, and in many places down to bare wood. The eyes watched as he approached the porch, boards creaked as he stepped up on to it. Turning first to his left then the right, he found nothing unusual about the porch of the old run down house. He tried the door. At one time it had been a very handsome door, with a fancy window, and carving, now, though it looked like the rest of the house, run down and beat to death. The door slowly swung in in, in fact too quietly. he noted. a quick glance at he hinges showed they had been oiled recently so they wouldn't squeak. The hair on the back of his neck stood up,. He wondered what else had been done in the old house. A tour of the downstairs showed it pretty much as it had been, the last time anyone had lived there. 75 years ago or so. When the murder had taken place. Upon finding the body of the lady of the house, and her Husband laying in the living room, it was declared a murder by person or persons unknown, probably from outside of the house. The police of the day didn't always get their man, in fact most of the time they didn't. The living room still had the blood stained carpet where they died. The rest of the room looked untouched, the parlor was also covered in dust and cobwebs, The baby grand piano sat quiet. The curtains were faded, Pictures that hung in the light were equally faded.. He smelled the unmistakable smell of mold and must thought the house. Slowly he had a eerie feeling he wasn't alone. He felt like he was being watched. He looked around more closely, his hand went to his holster, pulling out his Smith & Wesson M&P 9mm, he advanced on the hall slowly. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw movement down the hall. The hall was probably 20 feet long lined with pictures, and a couple of sconces high on the wall for light, Needless to say they weren't working now. He though he heard voices. Voices from a empty house. In the back Kitchen, where the cooking was done, he stepped into a time warp. There stood the dead couple dressed as they were found 75 years ago. They seemed very much alive to him. standing talking , not sure about what. it was as if he didn't exist. Like he was looking through a window into their world. He could smell the smells of the kitchen stove and see the sunlight streaming in the window. She turned and stormed out the kitchen, Right past him, almost walking over him. He followed. only he did walk right through him. As he reached the Living room he heard him say " “You don't get to decide that" With that he pulled out his pistol and shot her. Just as suddenly he turned the gun to himself and blew his brains out. The sound of the gun going off in close quarters was defining. As he stood in shock watching history play itself out, more questions were answered. The handyman that worked for them came running when he heard the shots, and found them dead. He was obviously very upset of the murder/suicide of his employer. He took the gun and ran off with it thus setting the stage for the areas most notorious unsolved murders in 100 years. Now he knew the truth. Would anyone believe him? Did it matter after 75 years? He backed out of the living room door into the foyer and front door. Suddenly he remembered he still had his gun in his hand. he put it away and stepped out the front door. His ears still ringing from the shots. The sunlight blinded him for a minute, then he could see again, He was home again, in 2014. The house was just as decrepit as it was when he walked up there on the disturbing the peace call 20 minutes ago. He knew his peace was disturbed On turning 50;
I wrote this shortly after my 50th birthday 3 years ago; I think its still true today and just as relevant as it was then, It'll be more relevant as one gets older. On Turning 50 I know its late but here some thoughts about my 50th Birthday last month; A side note on turning 50 this year. Its now been a about a month since my birthday. Sometimes, 50 is a concept one has to wrap ones brain around. The idea that you’ve been alive and doing your thing, for half a century. Most days you don’t feel any different then you did at 49. Suddenly your 50 and everything is older, every tool or possessions that you bought or acquired when you where younger seems older. Events that didn’t seem that long ago suddenly seem like ancient history when you stop and do the math as to how long ago it really was. Getting to be 50 has been a real adventure for me. As many of you who personally know me I’ve had heart issues since I was born, and was not expect to live, I was sent home, they had done all they could do for me. But I survived and eventually a operation was developed in Canada, The Mustard Procedure, which essentially rebuilt the top half of my heart. I was the first one in the United States to have it and Survive. To this day I’m setting new records. I have since gone on to do all the things everyone else dose, high school get married, and raise 4 kids, and many other things that the little blue boy they sent home to die was never expected to. do. The Lord has seen fit to keep me around for this half century .I’m looking forward to many more years of doing what I do best, being a tech pundit and all around geek and movie lover, Lord willing. Ken Lawson The phone rang again later in the evening. it was Kim.
"We need to talk.. about last night." "Yes we do , Can you come over ?" John asked. "I'm through with work, I'll be over in about a hour, I have to get gas and same groceries. I'll be over as quick as I can." They hung up their respective cell phones. John sat watching the tv without seeing. His mind kept wander back to last night and their movie, and music, and where it had ended up. Part of him was anxious to see her again, he wanted to hold her again, But there was a bigger part that was scared stupid. He hat this pit in the middle of his stomach. He knew this could go either very good or very badly. But either way they had to face each other again sooner or later, he knew sooner was better then later. The sooner they figured out how they were going to handle last night, and where she wanted to from there, the better. He already knew where wanted to go. He knew he wanted to continue the relationship and see where it could lead. The doorbell rang. Kim stood there on the porch. She had a case of their favorite pop, Pepsi, and some snacks, in hand. John took that that as a good sign. He helped her carry the stuff in and set it up. The tension was thick. He knew what he said or did now would be critical. He wasn't sure what to do. He knew what he wanted to; hug and kiss her, but somehow that didn't seem appropriate at this point. They looked at each other a minute. "How you been today, John?' "Good, kept busy around the house, cleaning up, we made a bit of a mess last night, didn't we?" He poor attempt at a joke. "I'll say we did, But it was a good mess. " "Yes it was, and is. The question is how do we clean it up? " "I've been thinking about it that all day. " Kim walked over to John and wrapped her arms around his neck pulled him to her face and kissed him. He pulled her close to him, his arms went around her, they stood in the middle of the room entwined in a long slow kiss. When they finely broke the kiss, they stood looking at each other. They sat down on the couch, and spent the rest of the evening talking about how they were going to entwine their lives together, for now on. Later they were entwined more imminently in his bedroom. I have 2 major hobbies; Classic movies, and shooting. 1.Classic Movies ; Everyone thinks I'd rather watch a old Black & white move then a new one, their right in many cases, However, its much more then, many of the old movies I like , are considered classic by most people, such as Casablanca, and many others I could name here, But its also about the rich history of both movie & television and it in many ways tells the story of our country, and the moves of a era often define what was going on at the time. So its much more then just good movies too. 2. Shooting; I have always liked guns, both for their practical uses, hunting, sport, and even as a means of self-defense, should the need ever arise, Hopefully it never will. But as with Movies there's much more to it. Guns are a part of the American way of life, Our country was born through the use of guns, For many decades afterwards, they were the main way people feed themselves and their families. and in many cases defended themselves against the dangers of their time, both 4 legged, and 2 legged. Today; They are much more, they are a symbol of our freedom, freedom to live as we please, and to keep ourselves safe. There's also the guns themselves many of them are models of technical engineering. Some of the greatest guns we use today, were designed 100 years ago. While there have minor modification, and upgrades to the platforms they are still basically unchanged for 100 years, Because they work and are now loved by people all over the world as classic firearms So again its not just about shooting, I love shooting them, but its also about the history of our country, the the definition of us as a nation. Our country has at least two things that identifies itself in the world. The two major things being Our Movie Industry and our Second Amendment, thus our right to keep and bear arms. As I said earlier, firearms are a integral part of our history going back to the Revolutionary War, Civil War, and the many other times we've been called to arms since then. The same with our movie industry. The world sees Hollywood as the movie capital of the world. Beginning in the late 1800's when movies were developed and promoters realized that could make money running theaters to show them in, and people would pay a nickle or a dime to see a movie, they quickly developed the forerunners to what eventually became the movie industry we have today. many of theses early pioneers created what toady are the largest studios we have toady, Warner Brothers, Columbia , to name a couple. The same thing in the Firearms industry. John Browning created a number of guns that are now considered classics today. The Colt 1911 developed in the early 1900's and carried by the US Army from WWII, until the mid-1980's when it was replaced by the Beretta 9mm. Which is a smaller round then Colts 1911 which fired a larger .45 caliber round. For just over a 100 years the 1911 platform has been made, with almost no changes, sure, a few tweaks here and there, but its essentially the same gun John Browning designed 100 years ago. The movie industry has changed so much in the last 100 years the early pioneers wouldn't recognize it any more. However, whats remained , in spite of all the changes over the decades is the core; The story must come first, No natter what special effects, or stars, or director, etc, if the story isn't compelling then there's no movie. Think about all of the movies that are considered classic today, many of them are in black & white, , then whats so compelling about them? Its the story and the characters. Both the industries, Movies, and firearms are tied into our culture and our ways of life like no other industry. Movies are a window on our history, to show where we've been in some case where we're going. Firearms are a symbol of independence and also a integral part of many of our classic movies, particularly westerns and detective movies. To understand either of them its important to study our history as a nation, and as individuals who love both. ......And Summer Will End, That's what she said as the walked out the door. He stood wondering what what she was talking about, as he watched her leave. Her car started and she disappeared down the road.
He sat down looked around the room. It was a mess. Their night of eating pizza, watching movies had given way to a night of passion. By the time it was over, the remains of the pizza and the box where on the floor, and the pop they were drinking was left to go flat and undrinkable. He sat thinking about what had happened last night. He wasn't drunk, in fact he didn't drink at all. Neither did she. But somewhere between Casablanca, and Sinatra playing on the stereo, The song Summer Winds came back to him. He went over to the stereo, checked the CD player, sure enough that disc was in it. He found the song The Summer Winds, Played it. Then played it again. As the CD played the rest of the disc, the started cleaning up the room. the pizza boxes, and pop were first to go. Finely got the room looking decent. Then there was the couch. He had watched many a movies there, but until last night was the first times he'd made love on a couch. The phone rang. He found his his cell phone and answered it. "Hello' "John, About last night,, we need to talk.. It should have never happened." "But it did, so what do we do about it? "I'm not sure. " They said good-bye and hung up, John sat and went over the events of the night before in his mind. He could see the movies playing in his mind. The movie finished . Then he vaguely remembered offering to play some music, The Sinatra disc was in the player, so he'd started it playing. They sat and drank their pop enjoying the music. Next, thing he remembered, they were kissing. Thing seemed to blur and he remembered the feel of her body next to him and the ways things had quickly progressed from there. The rest of the evening flashed through his mind, their caressing, and the wonderful things that they did from there. But why did it happen? They had known each other for years. They had been friends and co-workers for many years. They had spent many a evening together enjoying their common interest in classic movies and appreciated music from the likes of Frank Sinatra, and others of the era . What had made this evening different? The more John thought about it; He didn't care. He decided that he would take the chance and see where last night would lead. He started the Sinatra Cd again, and sat back and really enjoyed Summer Winds and the rest of in ways he'd never before. ......And Summer Will End, That's what she said as the walked out the door. He stood wondering what what she was talking about, as he watched her leave. Her car started and she disappeared down the road.
He sat down looked around the room. It was a mess. Their night of eating pizza, watching movies had given way to a night of passion. By the time it was over, the remains of the pizza and the box where on the floor, and the pop they were drinking was left to go flat and undrinkable. He sat thinking about what had happened last night. He wasn't drunk, in fact he didn't drink at all. Neither did she. But somewhere between Casablanca, and Sinatra playing on the stereo, The song Summer Winds came back to him. He went over to the stereo, checked the CD player, sure enough that disc was in it. He found the song The Summer Winds, Played it. Then played it again. As the CD played the rest of the disc, the started cleaning up the room. the pizza boxes, and pop were first to go. Finely got the room looking decent. Then there was the couch. He had watched many a movies there, but until last night was the first times he'd made love on a couch. The phone rang. He found his his cell phone and answered it. "Hello' "John, About last night,, we need to talk.. It should have never happened." "But it did, so what do we do about it? "I'm not sure. " They said good-bye and hung up, John sat and went over the events of the night before in his mind. He could see the movies playing in his mind. The movie finished . Then he vaguely remembered offering to play some music, The Sinatra disc was in the player, so he'd started it playing. They sat and drank their pop enjoying the music. Next, thing he remembered, they were kissing. Thing seemed to blur and he remembered the feel of her body next to him and the ways things had quickly progressed from there. The rest of the evening flashed through his mind, their caressing, and the wonderful things that they did from there. But why did it happen? They had known each other for years. They had been friends and co-workers for many years. They had spent many a evening together enjoying their common interest in classic movies and appreciated music from the likes of Frank Sinatra, and others of the era . What had made this evening different? The more John thought about it; He didn't care. He decided that he would take the chance and see where last night would lead. He started the Sinatra Cd again, and sat back and really enjoyed Summer Winds and the rest of in ways he'd never before. |
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