Category: PART OF A SERIES
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WHAT DRIVES EILEEN, Chapter 18
Faye Eastland was not a pretty girl by the standards of the time. Not homely, but not a beauty. Part of her awkwardness was probably due to her being so shy and reticent to engage with anyone. That, in turn, could be directly attributed to her mother, and the fact that her mother never had a good thing…
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WHAT DRIVES EILEEN, Chapter 17
Mason’s head was still throbbing from the night before. The endless cups of Folgers Lucinda poured him at the Grounds for Divorce did nothing to help the condition subside, nor did the parade just outside the window. The bourbon he’d downed in the bar of the Cattle Baron Hotel, topped off with several more in front of…
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WHAT DRIVES EILEEN, Chapter 16
“Still a Lincoln-Mercury man after all these years, huh?” Eileen noted as she looked around the cockpit of the Continental, Mason’s assets firmly within her grip. Mason took his eyes off the road long enough to glance over at Eileen. “I still have a thing for Continentals and Cougars.” The double meaning was not lost on her,…
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WHAT DRIVES EILEEN, Chapter 15
Folks in small towns like Fort Stockton think evil dwells in the big cities. “The bigger the city, and the further north you go, the closer to the Devil’s Den you’re going to find yourself,” Brother Bob tells his flock at Second Baptist. He may be right about the direction of the compass, but the size of…
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WHAT DRIVES EILEEN, Chapter 14
It seemed impossible, but prison made Eileen even more attractive. Mason made the drive to Missouri in hopes of being able to see her the day after he picked up the new 1981 Continental Mark VI Coupe Givenchy Edition he’d special-ordered through Frontier Ford. Rather than being escorted into the Visitation Room where the other prisoners met their…
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SEVEN DEADLY AUTOMOTIVE SINS: GLUTTONY
This is the final chapter of the seven part series that has run all week. When Roger Dimmit made partner at the firm in the spring of 1950, his first response was to go to Cactus CHEV-Olds for a new car, something befitting his new position. Dimmit was not alone in that line of thinking. The car…
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SEVEN DEADLY AUTOMOTIVE SINS: ENVY
This is the sixth part of a series that’s been going on all week. It was one of those grey Michigan days. They hadn’t seen the sun in days, maybe weeks. The cold was constant; the wind coming in off Lake Michigan cutting like a knife. In the back of the K-Car limousine taking them to the airport,…
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SEVEN DEADLY AUTOMOTIVE SINS: PRIDE
This is the fifth story in the series that will run all week. People, who have actually had it happen to them, claim that having a finger cut off doesn’t hurt. Well, not at first, anyway. If it’s a clean cut, like with a chainsaw, bike chain, or bandsaw and it happens quickly, some have said they don’t even notice for a few…
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SEVEN DEADLY AUTOMOTIVE SINS: SLOTH
This is the fourth story in a series that will run all this week. In the bar in downtown Detroit, Kent Bunderling sat contemplating his fate. On the one hand, Kent had the job of his dreams. Granted, Detroit was colder than a well digger’s arse, and he never had gotten used to that. Coworkers at General…
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SEVEN DEADLY AUTOMOTIVE SINS: GREED
This is the third installment of a series that will run all week. “You know who told me the filthiest joke I’ve ever heard in my cotton-pickin life?” Justin Carlson asked his best buddy. “Had to be your ol’ Aunt Pauline!” Slim Tuckerman said. “Damn straight!” Justin guffawed. “That woman could tell the funniest damn jokes, cook…