Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Bob turns Blue (and Black:) Bob took the pliers into his right hand, and palmed them so no one would see. As he turned around and faced me, I saw the hate and intent in his eyes. "Owe you money, huh?" the enraged mechanic growled as his grip tightened and arm swung around as I dipped and turned sideways. "Nice try fat ass" I smirked." The inertia of the swing took Bob around and down into a pool of 10W-30. Strong as an ox, and as big as one, I stood on the massive man, as he lay prostrate in the concrete floor. It was all about the football pool from last year, when Bob (administrator of the pool) took a few liberties with math and walked out with $2,00 of our money. "Dude, you're lucky it was me who came to ask the tough questions!" Hoss and Vince wanted to hire Royce Senior to preach you a lesson you would feel." It didn't matter, really as we had already taken Bob's '96 Porsche and turned it into enough parts for a chop shop, or bait for America's fence: "E-Bay." (to be continued) See all stories on my blog at mitchmorgan.com

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Read the story about Lulu.....(essay): I ran into Lulu when she was a female "host' at the Detroit Auto Show back in 1971. Now, unlike all the other girls welded against the new cars...this girl was special: at 5' 8" and 200 lbs, she stood out like a whore in church. But she would not be denied. The combination of charm and personalty had guys falling all over themselves as water over the Hoover Dam. We had worked together when she was an intern and half of her present 'self.' Having arrived on the mainland from Honolulu in 1965. That was the year I purchased my new '65 Mercury Comet. That is right, she worked the show her first year in town, and that was when cars were as simple as the GED I had just flunked! Well things were just fine until an over eager show attendee shrieked as she opened the trunk of the new sheet metal & glass compact that Ford was trying to sell: "OH no problem, " she said, as she calmed herself by pointing to the blooding torso. Dawn, just my luck, I thought as I was being shipped out of homicide into a new 'desk job.'////Guess things will just have to wait."////to be continued...