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OLD TIP AND HIS MECHANICAL MULE - Part 5

Posted by Admin on February 13, 2016 at 4:30 PM Comments comments (6)

Sad day for a tractor salesman

 

The way it looked to me, Tip Holder was a horse trader by calling, if a calling is doing what a body enjoys and does best. Old Tip always seemed to have a few horses or mules about, and they changed from tome to time. I remember a fine little black Morgan mare named Dixie that J.T. used to ride. There was a fat little pinto that the...

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OLD TIP AND HIS MECHANICAL MULE - Part 4

Posted by Admin on January 23, 2016 at 11:15 PM Comments comments (0)

Plenty of fine clothes, big fine home, big fine car…

 

Ellen was always going on about finding Frances a “feller.” She liked to read the movie star magazines and dream. She had given up on hitting the big time herself, but she dreamed of success for her daughter. Frances liked her mama’s ideas all right, too. A fancy big city feller with a big ...

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OLD TIP AND HIS MECHANICAL MULE - Part 3

Posted by Admin on January 16, 2016 at 7:25 PM Comments comments (1)

Baptizing in the river

One day I was up at J.T.’s house and we heard his mama talking about a baptizing some Holiness church people were having down in the Forked Deer River at the bridge in Garland Bottom. We had never been to a baptizing, and we were both pretty curious about how those holy roller...

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OLD TIP AND HIS MECHANICAL MULE - Part 2

Posted by Admin on January 10, 2016 at 9:45 PM Comments comments (0)

Plenty of fine clothes, big fine home, big fine car…

 

Ellen was always going on about finding Frances a “feller.” She liked to read the movie star magazines and dream. She had given up on hitting the big time herself, but she dreamed of success for her daughter. Frances liked her mama’s ideas all right, too. A fancy big city feller with a b...

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OLD TIP AND HIS MECHANICAL MULE

Posted by Admin on January 1, 2016 at 9:10 PM Comments comments (0)

By Joe McCormick

 

 

Thompsy Holder was not a rich man, but it made me feel richer for having known him. He was a small man, not over five feet six inches in height, and slight in build. His head was bald and shiny, with a scruffy little trim of gray hair around the edges. A three-day growth of gray whiskers on his chin never seemed to diminish or grow longer. With a twinkle in his beady lit...

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Tough Guy

Posted by Admin on November 29, 2015 at 11:00 PM Comments comments (0)

 

 

 

 

TOUGH GUY

 

 

Anybody knows that boys are tougher than girls. I first learned this astounding fact at the age of ten, and it went right to my head.

One hot summer afternoon I was hanging around my grandmother’s house in hopes she might make ...

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Tennessee or Bust - Part 6 - The End

Posted by Admin on September 8, 2015 at 5:40 PM Comments comments (0)

WAKE UP CALL

 

Mona made pallets on the floor for us that night. It sure felt better than droning through the hot desert night with your hands grown to a steering wheel and your eyes about ready to turn backwards in your head. Not even the excitement of being reunited with family could keep me awake that night.

I awoke at the crack of dawn the next morning. I was sure it was ...

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Tennessee or Bust - Part 5

Posted by Admin on August 23, 2015 at 2:05 PM Comments comments (0)

GOODBYE TO THE CAR – BUT NOT TO THE SCOOTER

 

     We heard Mick come rolling up outside. A big cloud of yellow dust rolled up with him. He got out of the car waving a twenty dollar bill. “I sold her,” he said.

     “Sold who?” I said.

     “I sold the car, dang it!̶...

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Tennessee or Bust - Part 4

Posted by Admin on June 30, 2015 at 9:15 PM Comments comments (0)

CULTURE COMES TO MORIARTY, NEW MEXICO

 

The sound of wheels crunching on loose gravel snapped me out of a deep sleep. The car rolled to a stop as I sat up, wiping my sandpapery face with a gritty palm. On the second try to make sound come out of my throat I was able to mumble, “Whereizzis?”

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Tennessee or Bust - Part 3

Posted by Admin on June 23, 2015 at 9:25 PM Comments comments (0)

THE URGE TO KILL

 

The day began to heat up as we moved out into the arid open spaces of the California desert. We stopped to gas up and recharge our “air conditioner.” I’m just trying to be funny about the air conditioner. Auto air conditioners were not standard equipment in those days. We had to invent our own method of cooling off. What we did was go in the bathroom at each ...

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