A RUSH OF GREY

Hello everyone, everywhere,
Hey, hope everyone’s doing well. It has been a very good week. I’m healing well: my body and my head. Finally this concussion is letting up so I’m feeling good.

My big concern coming up is that Michelle and Dean, her husband, have to go to New York and run the New York City Marathon. I know they’re going to win. I have no doubt about it. So I may have to fly down to New York to congratulate them at the winning circle. But probably not.

I can’t believe what a rush that will be to run, and the only thing you fight is the wind. And time. Tick tock tick tock. They’re going to be great, and I’ll be waiting for them with congratulations.

I’m back to playing on Wednesday and I think I can write again. That’s all.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts…and rest. Until we meet again at Phil and Barb’s Pedicure and Arm Wrestling Emporium on the corner of Flynch Street and Flat Avenue.

 JACK AND FLORENCE BLEDSOW’S HALLOWE’EN ADVENTURE

Halloween

Well I can’t believe another year has come and gone and it’s Hallowe’en again, thought Jack. Why, it’s my favorite time of year. I love Hallowe’en.

Jack Bledsow lived in the village of Damper, population 250. Jack thought of himself as quite a sociable old fellow. In his mind he got along with everybody.

Jack stared out the window, watching the kids running around the neighbourhood, waiting for them to show up at his house. And he was going to play tricks. Because that’s what you do on Hallowe’en, right? You know that, folks.

His lovely wife Florence looked at Jack and said, “Jack, you know they’re not coming to the door. They never come to the door.”

“Why do you say that?”, Jack asked with a quizzical look.

Florence answered, “Jack, there are 250 people in good old Damper. You don’t like 240 of them. The reason the kids don’t come to the door ever is because they’re afraid of you. You’re Hallowe’en every day, Jack.”

“What do you mean by that, Florence?” Jack asked with bewilderment in his face that would stop a truck.

Florence looked at him with disdain and said, “Jack, the reason they don’t come is because you’ve got a tick. And every time you tick, you end it with a slurp. So when you walk down the street people say, “Hello Mr. Bledsow”, and you always turn around and go TICK, SLURRRPPP. And the last time you had a nice thing to say about anybody was when you were talking to the dog that lives next door. You spent the whole day calling him Rex. The dog’s a female named Betty. Anyways Jack, this one’s for you. BOO!”

Jack said, “Okay Florence, I’m good with that.”

That’s all.

Happy Hallowe’en.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

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By jamesghutcheson

A BUMPY RIDE

Hello everyone everywhere,

You know, this week has been quite something. I have been through an operation, I have had to travel out of town twice in a week for this, I still have my concussion, and under all that, I’m still writing and playing ’cause that’s what I do.

I hope you’re all well. I know these days are very trying; there’s a lot going on in the world that’s very scary and it’s hard to get your head around all of this stuff. It just keeps coming. But I think that you still have to get up every day, look at the sky, and say, “Thank you for another day. It’s a great day to be alive.” And for those of you who feel it’s not, I’m telling you it gets better with time. You’ve just got to keep trying.

One thing I’ve found this week in my confusion is that though I’m moving a lot slower, my passion has not been spoiled. I was afraid of that because another head injury was not what I was expecting, and this one scared me. Although, as usual, I came up smiling. I knew that I was going to be all right and I just carried on. I learned a lesson. Slow down.

Well that is it for now, I guess. Until we meet again at Sissy and Billy’s Alligator Farm and Wedding Dress Boutique on the corner of Rampel Street and Norah Avenue.

WHERE’S MY FISH, BILLY?

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She came across the sand in a splendor that carried her to and fro.

I think this girl is special, don’t you know?

She’s dancing down the beach, going for a fish fry.

‘Cause her friend Billy said, “I’ll have a fish for you or you can punch me in the eye.”

That Billy. He was some kind of guy.

Her name was Edith, and she loved to dance in the sun.

There were times in the summer when you’d think she’d never be done.

But she danced down that beach to get to her feast that Billy had promised, or you know…a black eye. (Remember?)

As she got to the spot where the fish fry was going to start.

She saw Billy was busy pulling fish apart.

She knew in a wink, and she knew in a smile.

Well I guess I’ll have that feast.

It will just take a little while.

That’s all.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

A SENSE OF FALL

Hello everybody everywhere,
As I walked down by the river today, I realized how beautiful the colours of the leaves are as they dance through the wind and kiss the water. I have always felt a great compassion for the seasons as they change. For you see, I have walked many roads alone over the years and I have stood all alone in the middle of the night with the wind blowing me around and trying to push me over. But the passion that I have for life is greater than anything that would try to hold me back. I look around and I see beauty in all your faces. But I also see stress. And that bothers me. I wish, honestly, that I could just walk up to somebody who is sad and just hold them for a second and say, “Hey girl, you’re fine.”
Holidays are a hard time for people. Everybody running around and trying to get everything done. and then there’s some people who are down just standing in the wind, wondering about tomorrow. But wondering will not help. Your passion must be pushed forward. If you have a dream, no matter what it is, as long as it’s good and you’re not hurting anybody, then I say, feel the wind. You’re on your way. That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Until we meet again at Edgar and Phyllis Trumaski’s Health Spa and Rifle Range on the corner of Helpus Way and Flitt.

 BOB’S SUITCASE

Suitcase

You know, one day, poor Bob Hummel was walking down the street. I believe it was Grant Place or something like that. It was a nice street, full of lights and colour. It was a very exciting time for everyone:  it was summer, the lights were skating off the water and the sky, but Bob…he had other things on his mind. Bob was going to get his suitcase.

Now some people might think, what’s the big deal there, Bob. It’s a suitcase. But Bob says, “I’m going on a trip and I need a suitcase. Not just any suitcase, a special suitcase.” So Bob went downtown, and as he was walking he was looking in the windows and watching all the people dancing and walking around. It was quite an event, this Friday night downtown business. But Bob couldn’t stay and watch too long. He was in a hurry. He was on his way to Swenson’s Department Store on Figero and Ward.  Bob was quite excited because he knew they had a sale going on in that department store, and he was excited about his suitcase. To Bob, who had been alone all his life, small things mattered to him that probably didn’t matter to anyone else. And that suitcase mattered to Bob.

So Bob went into Swenson’s, his favourite store. He could smell the sales. Couldn’t you? Another thought entered his mind. If I’ve got a suitcase, maybe I’ll get a handkerchief too.  No, that’s too much. I’ll just get the suitcase. He looked down the aisle and saw a sign that said that the suitcase sale was on the second floor. So Bob scurried up the escalator, and as he got up to the second floor he looked down the hall and there they were.

So Bob said to the attendant, “I see your name is Lucy. I’m here to purchase a suitcase. I’m going on a trip, you see.” Lucy looked at Bob Hummel and said, “That’s wonderful, Sir. What are you looking for?” Bob said, “I think I will have a brown suitcase to match my pants. You see I’m wearing my best suit.” So Lucy said, “Well you certainly look dapper, and a brown suitcase would be just the right touch.” Bob Hummel looked at it and thought to himself, “This will be a great suitcase and I will have a great trip with this suitcase.”  So Bob looked up at Lucy and said, “How much for this one?” And she said, well Sir, they”re on sale for $49.95.” Bob said, “I’m in.” He got his suitcase, thanked Lucy, and as he was leaving he stopped and looked at Lucy with a gaze that would have stopped a truck in motion. And as she looked at him, Bob looked in Lucy’s eyes and he said, “Do you know where the bus stop is?” Lucy, a little beside herself said, “Bus stop? That’s what you said to me? Bus stop? Sir, I’m sure there are many bus stops along the way. Good night”.  Bob said, “Well I’m sure it’s not that important anyway.”

Now Bob could think only about his trip because he had done what he had set out to do. By golly he set out to get that suitcase and he got it.

As Bob left Swenson’s and walked down Main Street on his way home with his new suitcase he looked through the windows and thought to himself, “Well, I know I’m alone, but I’ve got my suitcase and I’m going on my trip.” That seemed enough for Bob. Being alone doesn’t always mean you’re lonely. Sometimes it just means you’re Bob Hummel.

That’s all.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

A DAY LIKE NO OTHER

Hi everyone, everywhere,

This week has been incredible. Friday my band played; we had a guest artist, so that made eight. Our guest’s name was Guy Campeau and he’s the father of Larissa, our percussionist. It’s a brand new show and the crowd was big. It came off more like a concert than anything else. We were all very pleased. It was probably our finest show.

In other news, I’m doing all of this with a concussion. Plus the writing. But I’m smiling, I’m happy, and everything’s getting done, so I guess fall has been nice to me, all in all. Well, that’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts if only for a moment and…rest.  So until we meet again at Sally’s Corner Store and Fitness Clinic, and you’ll find it all on Dean Crescent and Chell Way.

SHELLY

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Now Shelly was about seven, and she was confused about a lot of things.  Her family was very distant and she was never sure if she should be hugging or just staying away.  But Shelly was her own kind of person, so she used to go outside, and behind the garage she built this sort of pumpkin-head, sticks kind of person. And she would go there and talk to him. She called him Fred Kempell. I don’t know why she called him Fred Kempell, but it just seemed right at the time.

So Shelly’s birthday was coming up, and her grandmother phoned her and said, “What would you like for your birthday Dear?” Shelly said, “Gee, it would be great to have some hugs.” Her grandmother laughed and said, “Shelly, you’ll have to think of something better than that.” So Shelly said, “Sure Grandma, I’ll think about it.”

And at that point she went out and talked to Fred Kempell, and she said, “Fred Kempell, I think it’s gong to be another cold birthday. But we’ll keep smiling anyways, that’s all you can do, right?”

That’s all.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

A DAY OF RECKONING

Hi everybody, everywhere,

You know this week has been quite a week. I played with my band and it was sensational. I also played at the blues bar on Sunday then walked home twelve blocks. I was hurrying, and my balance is not good when I’m hurrying. I usually smash into walls and things like that. I can’t help it. Anyways, Sunday when I got home I was washing up for bed and I dropped something on the floor of the bathroom. When I went to pick it up I moved too fast which means I lose my balance. I know that, and I know I shouldn’t do it, but I was tired and I was in a hurry. I lost my balance and tried to stand up quickly  and my head caught the corner of the counter and it cut my head. I guess I fell and smashed my eye and my shoulder.

I must have blacked out for a bit because I went in my room, put on my house coat and was sitting on my bed when I found that there was a lot of blood dripping. So I called 911. I was alone; my nephew hadn’t got home yet. He got home when the ambulance got there. He washed the floors and cleaned up everything. I was in the hospital all night. They took blood. No alcohol. I said, “I know that. I was getting ready for bed.”

Oh well, I’m back on my feet. A few stitches here and there. but I’m still as handsome as I was before. Just a little more scarred. That’s all.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts if only for a moment. Until we meet again at Carl’s Disposal Site and Beauty Products Emporium on the corner of Hutch Street and Sun Avenue.

A WINDY DAY FOR THINKING

Bridge

The man walked across the bridge watching the water and thinking how things had changed when he wasn’t even looking. What he meant was life is very funny. It picks you up, straightens you out, or puts you down and makes you climb back up again.

Sometimes you have to get your eggs in the basket so to speak before you can move on. There’s nothing wrong with trying to cover your ass. And as the man walked across the bridge and got to the other side, he said, “Yeah I’m going to deal with this. With a smile of course. And a soft word. Always.”

And he did all that thinking on a windy day. I can’t believe he did that.

That’s it.

(Never ever give up)

By jamesghutcheson