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Fixing Stupid

If I could fix stupid, I’d bottle it up, and make an elixir to drink from a cup. A friend has a cousin whose Brother-in-Law, says that the data has a big flaw. A search of the web, says it is so, to hell with the Science, I already know. It’s just the sniffles, youContinue reading “Fixing Stupid”

Thirty-Nine Ford

Thirty-Nine Ford, Forty-eight mill, zippin’ on up Milk River Hill. The motor is fine, a two-thirty-nine, the paint doesn’t shine, but damnit it’s mine. Cute little coupé, three on the tree, press the starter after the key. Hydraulic brakes to get it to stop, worn out shocks to get it to hop. Open theContinue reading “Thirty-Nine Ford”

John Heath

The Bisbee Massacre When they hung John Heath from a telegraph pole, it wasn’t just because of the money he stole. Four people lay dead in the streets of Bisbee, and the Bisbee citizens couldn’t find a tree. Goldwater-Castaneda, was a bank and a store, cashin’ miners’ checks and a whole lot more. Payday cameContinue reading “John Heath”

Alberta Clipper

An Alberta Clipper is rollin’ on in blizzard conditions before it will end. I’m in a dither, and I’m gonna’ shiver if I don’t go thither, maybe I’ll wither. Johnnie Café, where the coffee is hot, a Quarter a cup, fresh from the pot. A Wolverine parka hangs on a rack, I could take itContinue reading “Alberta Clipper”

The Bisbee Massacre

December 8, 1883 Contemporary Newspaper clippings from the Arizona Weekly Citizen 1883-84 The Bisbee Massacre Initial Report of the Bisbee Massacre Tonbstone Dec. 10. About 11:30 o’clock last night a couple of couriers reached Tombstone from Bisbee with news of an appalling and bloody tragedy enacted in that place a few hours previous. ThoContinue reading “The Bisbee Massacre”

Walkin”

Walkin’, walkin’, just walkin’ around, Walkin’ on over to the far side of town. Walkin’ on sidewalks, the pavement I pound, Warmin’ my spirit, I don’t have a frown. Walkin’, walkin’, just walkin’ around. Walkin’ along so I won’t be down. Walkin’ until my troubles are drowned, Seein’ a world not yellow or brown. Walkin’Continue reading “Walkin””

No Cerveza, no Trabajo

No Cerveza, No Trabajo is a purdy good rule, for those that went to the Har-ed Knocks School. When the whistle blows to sound quitin’ time, I need a Modelo with a slice of a lime. The day ‘s work is done, and it wasn’t much fun, all day in the sun, andContinue reading “No Cerveza, no Trabajo”

Little Town Blues

The traffic light blinks yellow and red, you might say the town’s kinda’ dead. No one slows down, it’s a one-horse town. that face with the frown is Constable Brown. Mangy old dog a-crossin’ the street, maybe someone will give him a treat. Drunk stumbles out of Murphy’s’ Saloon, smellin’ just’ like Murphy’s’ spittoon. AContinue reading “Little Town Blues”

Blessed

I have to profess, I’ve mostly been blest, and I will confess, to none of the rest. Been warmed by the sun where the eagles fly, and marveled at the azure blue sky. Been soothed by the colors of the sunset, gambled in Vegas and lost my last bet. BeenContinue reading “Blessed”

Deadfall

I grew up in Glasgow, Montana. During world War II, Glasgow was the site of a satellite B-17 bomber training base. When they left, it became Glasgow’s airport. My parents used to talk about the days when the young pilots would buzz the Nurses who lived in the Nurses Home across the street from us.Continue reading “Deadfall”