Category: Every car is a story.
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TAKING A STAB AT SUCCESS
“I can’t believe all this,” she admitted. “It’s just surreal. Like it’s someone else.” Sandy turned towards the scenery and away from her husband, fearing if she stared too long at him she’d cry. The overlook where they’d pulled over in the new Buick provided an expansive view she hoped would put things in…
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A RED WAGON FULL OF DAD JOKES
Like others, this big ol’ Ford brings back memories of cross country (Squire) trips to see national monuments, visit relatives, and supposedly bond as a family, although that aspect wasn’t apparent at the time. Mostly it was an opportunity for Dad to try out all the new material he’d been working on since the last…
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THE GENERAL’S DODGE
There was a retired General who served in Dubya Dubya Duece and retired to Fort Stockton shortly after The Big One was dropped and victory declared. He always said it was just so he could die near a fort, but folks speculated a woman probably had something to do with it. He spent a lot…
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DELLA DECIDES ON A DeSOTO
The Bar Association code of ethics does not allow carnal relations to take place between a lawyer and his client. This prevents clients from being billed for essentially the same service twice. So Frank had to wait until he was no longer serving as Della’s divorce attorney before consummating the desire that had been burning…
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THE KISS OF DEATH
Chapter 64 of the Dao Jing says “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” Folks attribute the author to Confucius because Confucius is to Chinese wisdom what John Wayne is to Westerns. However, Laozi is who first penned the concept. What he didn’t go on to explain with any detail in…
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WAITING FOR THE BOBCAT
Doug and Donna met their sophomore year at Jim Bowie High School (“Home of the Fightin’ Knives”) and dated all through the rest of high school. After about the third date there was no question they’d get married. But Fort Stockton is a conservative town, one that puts a high value on doing the right…
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FORT STOCKTON
I get asked from time to time, “How come I can’t find any of the places on the Google-Maps you talk about in your stories?” Or, occasionally, I get “Was driving through town and wanted to stop at The Grounds for Divorce and buy you a cup off coffee. Maybe meet Lucinda. But I couldn’t…
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DIAL ‘B’ FOR BIARRITZ
It was a night like few others. An aluminum colored fog gripped Fort Stockton like a mother clutching a newborn baby, shrouding the Lucky Lady in a dew as thick on the outside as the mystery taking place on the inside. Few, if any, of the locals saw the Alpine White Eldorado parked out back.…
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MICHAEL CORLEONE: THE ALFA MALE
Got to the Grounds for Divorce late this morning. By the time I slid into the corner booth there was already a debate brewing, along with a fresh pot, and it was over this listing on BaT. “What would have happened,” Rusty said in a serious tone, “if the bomb Fabrizzio was planting in Michaels’…
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A FORK IN THE ROAD
Hadn’t seen one of these since Tristan Newberry dragged one into Fort Stockton behind a ’51 Cadillac Fleetwood Seventy-Five back in early 1952. Well, it looked like a Fleetwood Seventy-Five. It was actually a short wheelbase GMC school bus chassis that had been re-bodied with the body and interior of a brand new Cadillac. Mr.…