Category: Every car is a story.
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A COMPANION NAVIGATES HER WAY BACK
The final installment of a trilogy. “Of all the gin joints in all of West Texas, she had to walk into this one,” he thought to himself. Charlie Chambers found himself back in Fort Stockton a broken man. His gig at Cadillac had become more tenuous with each automotive review that came out on his baby,…
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REALITY IS A CRUEL COMPANION
Part II of a trilogy. Part III will be posted tomorrow. The diesel thing took the wind out of Chaz’ sails. Luckily there was a guy over in the Oldsmobile Division that went for it hook, line, and stinker and ended up being the one GM Brass could pin the blame on. Chaz dodged the bullet and…
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PERCEPTION IS REALITY
Part I of a trilogy. Part II will be posted tomorrow. Chaz Chambers had risen through the ranks more quickly than his peers, garnering snide remarks from them, but noteworthy attention from his superiors. He ignored the former and took advantage of the latter, earning a cherished spot on the Cadillac team. His latest assignment…
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NOT YOUR MOTHER’S OLDSMOBILE
Tomball Thompson ran a successful real estate and insurance business here in Fort Stockton. Taking almost as much time as running the business was tending to the needs of his mother, Nadine. When his dad died years earlier overseeing her affairs had fallen on his shoulders, his only sister having moved to an artist’s colony…
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SCREAMING CHICKEN NUGGET
The pedal car was just a gateway drug to the hard stuff. His parents thought they were doing the right thing when they gave it to him. Most parents do. They don’t know what the downsides are until it’s too late. One day the little tyke is out under the carport oiling the pedals of his T-Bird. The next .…
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IT’S ALL HE WANTS
“We gave him the whole Sears Christmas Wish Book to choose from. It’s the only thing he wants,” she said as she sucked in the filtered tar and nicotine from the Winston dangling from the corner of her mouth where her red lined lips met. He was in the living room, putting together the aluminum…
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DARE DEVIL BE DAMNED
In the late fifties Mayor Goodman was under pressure from the city fathers of Fort Stockton to do more to promote the town. Sure, he’d convinced Pecos Pickle Company to build their new facility here in town, and that had brought a few dozen new jobs to the community. But they were looking for something a lot…
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DELORES EMPTIES THE COOKIE JAR
Herb and Delores made their way to Fort Stockton from their farm in order to purchase a new truck in November of 1966. At their age, they both knew it would probably be the last time they would go through the process, but that was something neither of them ever wanted to discuss. Having farmed…
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PROTOCOL D-15-07B
Jeez, every time I see one of these it sends chills up and down my spine. Probably everyone in Fort Stockton gets the same feeling. Most folks would just as soon forget it ever happened and sweep it under the rug, but I think history ought to be brought up and held under a light…
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DAMN GLAD TO MEET YA
“Hal Holstregren. Damn glad to meet ya,” the somewhat burly salesman said as he walked up to his first customer of the morning. The air was crisp in Odessa. The wind was light so the whiff of the oil patch outside town was barely noticeable. Hank had driven from Fort Stockton to shop for a…