Category: Every car is a story.
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GOOD AND GOODER
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” So said Seneca back around the time Jesus was on earth. He must have known what he was talking about or Dodge wouldn’t have named a model of their full sized offerings after him. Granted, it wasn’t the top-of-the-line model, just one from the Dart series. And it was only offered…
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STORY OF THE CENTURY
When giraffes are born, they typically fall six feet to the ground and most often land on their heads. The shock of the landing actually bursts the amniotic sac and forces the newborn giraffe to start breathing, as well as severing the umbilical cord. Arn and his wife Audrey had a daughter they named Shannon…
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TRUER LOVE
A while back everyone was seated around the big table in the middle of the cafe enjoying a cuppa Folgers out of their CMC mugs. Pretty much a morning like any other. Somehow, and it’s never really clear how these things come up, but there seemed to be a lot of discussion of what happens to all the…
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PASS THE WINE AND TOSS THE KEYS
A few years back Brother Bob over at the Second Baptist Church got wind that the Unitarians were about to make a play for a permanent home in the vacant Blockbuster store and move out of the back room of the K-Bob’s Buffet they’d been renting on Sunday mornings. As a result, his sermons shifted…
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A MERCEDES FOR HOUSTON
In 1809, after turning the ripe old age of 16, Sam Houston sought adventure outside his home state of Virginia and ran away from home. His first stop was the Cherokee Nation where, it was said, he learned how to kick ass six different ways to Sunday. The experience certainly prepared him for the War…
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EVENING ORCHID
The Nicholson family was good hearty Fort Stockton stock. Honest as the day was long, and a benefit to the community. Granted, they were only third generation Fort Stockton, not folks whose people had been here since it was an actual fort, so they were still kind of outsiders. We can be a clannish group. Henry and Maude…
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HO HO HO
The wind was blowing down Alamo Avenue this morning at what seemed like forty miles an hour, wreaking havoc on the giant tinsel nativity that had been strung up between the stoplights. Volunteers from Second Baptist Church of Fort Stockton worked around the clock dodging traffic to crawl up a ladder and put the baby…
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‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE
’Twas the night before the auctionAnd in my robe standing out in my garageI took out my thin leather walletAnd longingly gave it a little massage. The children were nestled strong in their beds,Raiding their college fund danced in my head.Like a ship searching for a new sailorI hoped for my dream car on Bring a…
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LITTLE PLYMOUTH ON THE PRARIE
It was right in the middle of Little House on the Prairie when the phone rang. It was the episode where a neighbor who’s about to die asks Caroline to find someone to take care of her baby because she knows her husband won’t be up to the job. Caller ID told him it was his sister. She…
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CROWNING ACHIEVEMENT
Theo Martinson was just a solid, middle class, hard working guy; the type folks could depend on. The kind of guy most any employer in Fort Stockton would love to have. He’d show up for work every day, give it everything he had until quitting time, and go home feeling like he’d accomplished something. He knew the…