What’s That Noise?

I live in a quiet place, where any sound at all means something is about to happen. You come to your feet fast – thinking, what exactly does that sound mean? Usually, nothing… Maybe it’s a deer marking your porch or a hoot owl blowing his horn. But sometimes… Well, sometimes it does mean something.

Just the other day the sound of a missing V6 preluded a knock on my door. It was a unemployment refugee – some doom struck gimp who couldn’t handle the pressure of a job with real responsibility. He wore an eagle on his chest and big black boots made solely for kicking and destroying cardboard. I couldn’t stare too long. That would be rude. So, I quickly asked him what his business was.

No… There was no hope of communication with that man. I recognized that after far too many seconds of silence ticked by. He just grunted and put his boots to work by kicking several large boxes up and on to my porch. They landed with a savage thump and then he walked away and back to his Jeep.

Inside the boxes, I found some new merch for The Jalopy Journal store. There were some American made hats, a couple of new American made shirts, and the Coup d’état as it were – my new Key Wallets. Apparatuses that would have never been produced by any rational man. Slices of expensive leather held together by priceless hardware that will more than likely end up in somebody’s junk drawer or worse yet, eBay. And it’s a shame, because I don’t know that I’ve ever sold anything more usable.

They are almost all gone now… Snatched up by eager Alliance Members with keys that need organizing and hopefully not junk drawers with free space. I think there are five, maybe six left… I might be crazy enough to make more. I wonder if Eric is?

At least there are shirts and hats in stock now. That should keep the critters at bay.

Enjoy.