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01-27-2006, 08:48 PM
Serial: A work appearing in parts at pre-determined intervals. More at installment.
Installment. Issued as part of a consecutively published and indefinitely continued series. Serials and installments used on major radio stations in the 1930, 1940’s and some of the 1950’s. Radio programs such as Dick Tracy (1934-1948), The Shadow (1931-1954), Amos n’ Andy, (1930-1952), Fibber McGee & Molly, (1935-1959), The Great Gildersleeve (a spin-off from Fibber McGee, 1941-1950), Buck Rogers (1932-1941) and in 1940, Superman rode the airwaves into everyone’s home three times a week in the serial until 1951. There were countless other serials on the radios back in the day…way before television ever found its way into homes. Families gathered around the radio to listen to a serial much like today’s families gather to watch a certain continuing television program…
This serial requires your intrigue, your imagination, your sound effects and your indulgence.
PART FOUR – The Deputy’s eyes.
Deputy Lew Blake pushed open the Sheriff’s Department door with his boot, a smile on his chiseled face and a tune on his lips…humming that strange Steppenwolf song softly… ‘I like smoke and lightnin', heavy metal thunder, racin' with the wind- and the feelin' that I'm under.’ Never mind he’s never figured out exactly what that song means, he just likes it. “Morning Dorree,” he said to the receptionist, a wide smile smeared across his face. “Everything on the up and up this AM?”
“Good morning, Lew. Things are civil…quiet this morning,” she said, pushing her long strawberry blonde hair behind her ears, grinning shyly. “You’d better steer clear of Sam tho, he left me a note on my word processor…found it when I came in. Said he was driving out to Zack Franklen’s place last nite, but the cruiser’s gas tank was empty…and so was the five gallon container, in the trunk. Didn’t get back here ‘til late…John told me Sam was soaking wet, mud covering his feet, tracked it all the interior of his car and all over the clean floor…all the way into his office on the carpet. John told me the sheriff had to walk part way back to the station in the pouring rain…he was a bit mad. Sam’s note said I should find out who used all the gas in the cruiser and the five gallon can. He’s not a happy camper right now.”
“Uh-oh,” Lew said, tugging at his dark blue tie, adjusting his holster belt.
“Uh-oh is right. Told you’d he’d notice the gas gone…you’d better come up with some really good story,” Dorree smiled, knowing exactly where the gasoline went. “John had to go get him last night…Sam called from some farm…ran out of gas about 9 miles out of town and the Sheriff got soaked trying to get the trunk open to get that five gallon can out. Guess the cruiser was emptier than we thought.”
Lew grinned…remembering last nite…making out with that gorgeous Marilyn Monroe look-alike Dorree in the back seat. She was a good kisser…and that hot little body of hers certainly got him all excited. The rear of the cruiser was a little uncomfortable, what with the metal fence dividing the front seat from the back…but Dorree is so passionate when she gets all worked up…and she was all worked up. Had a hell of a time trying to drive back to town…I ached, trying to keep it hidden from her…but she knew what she’d done…and wouldn’t do anything about it. “Guess we didn’t really need the heater on, huh?”
“Lew!” Dorree raised her voice, her eyes squinted… “No one needs to know about that around here. You want us to get fired?”
“Ok, ok. But we had a good time, right?”
Dorree smiled her most demure smile…turned her head…and blushed. Lew didn’t see that…he knew he had a good time, was pretty sure Dorree did, too, and he was looking forward to their next time together.
“So, what do you think of me now?” Lew whispered. “Better kisser than that old boyfriend of yours, right…what was his name? Stick…mmmm, yeah, Tommy Stickler. What a childish name: Tommy…sounds like something left over from elementary school.”
“Lew, stop it.” Dorree wasn’t smiling anymore.
Uh-oh, better not push this anymore. He winked and turned away from her…best to leave this exactly where it’s stopped. “I’d better go figure out what kind of story to tell Sheriff Sam, think I should mention all the lights on in Milner’s equipment shed?” he said.
“Not unless you want him to know exactly where we were last nite…and how that gas got all used up,” Dorree smiled and bowed her head.
He nodded, grinned and headed down the hallway. “See ya later?”
Dorree didn’t acknowledge his words. Two office doors past her desk, he stopped and turned to look back at her…she was smiling again…Hmmmm, thinking of ‘Stick’…or me? He didn’t know, could only assume, but liked to think she was thinking of him…and last night…and maybe the next time! Anticipation is always the great equalizer. Lew knew that she and Stick had a rough break-up…what with Stick getting into trouble all the time and having spent six months in lock-up in Omaha, for petty burglary…not the best way to keep a girlfriend like Dorree around. Lew thought a minute, wondered if Stick had anything to do with Blade while hanging out there in Omaha…he wasn’t exactly the world’s most honest person…and the two of them would certainly make a pair of…well, neither one of them would be running for Mayor anytime soon…they’ll both probably be in prison some time in the next year or so…and how Blade got involved with Zack Franklen I’ll never know.
Lew plopped his butt in the office chair and schemed, gazing out the office window for a while, watched the gray squirrels chase each other, bounce through the branches of the Maples, knocking the old golden leaves off the trees…gotta come up with some way to have used up a ¼ tank of gas…and then that five gallons in the trunk…and it better be a good explanation!
“Got it,” he shouted, jumping up.
“Dorree,” Lew called, rushing from his office. “Does Sam need a verbal report, from you, on the reason the cruiser was empty?”
“That’s all he asked for…just that I should find out what happened to it.”
“OK, then I’ll stay out of it, but you and I need to have the same story.”
“And that is?” Dorree asked, not sure what Lew had come up with.
“Here’s the deal. Tell him you got a call from someone, and we don’t know who, that there was a huge party going on out at the shelter house at Milford Pond, past Milner’s farm…big bonfire in the firepit…lots of beer…underage kids…figured we’d better put a stop to it before one or more of those kids decided to drive back to town drunk.”
“So good…so far,” Dorree smiled.
“And we took the cruiser…and you asked to go along cuz you thot you could help...stay in the background with a flashlight, make it look like two deputies were there…and that covers your as…..uhm, that takes care of why we were together, in case anyone saw us. After we’d chased all of them off, we got stuck coming back…you know that section of Hangin’ Tree Road that’s nothing but clay? The one starting up that really steep hill? Yeah, right there, got stuck and used up all the gas trying to do the old back and forth.”
“That sounds a little dirty, Lew,” Dorree blushed. “I think I’ll change the way I tell Sam about how we got unstuck.”
“Wish that were the case,” Lew said quikly, smiling.
“Whatever…didn’t sound that dirty to me.”
“How could it? You’ve always got your mind in the gutter,” Dorree smirked.
“I can’t help it if I’ve got short legs.” Lew smiled…knowing that would make her giggle…and Lew liked to hear her giggle, especially after last nite.
It took a minute or two for her to quit laughing…her huge chest bouncing wildly in that gorgeous pink sweater. Lew knew he’d hit a home run with that one…and was sure looking forward to the first real home run he’d likely hit with Dorree.
* * *
Weeeeellllll, can that be counted as a home run? And which “looking forward to the first real one” is he talking about? Hope he doesn’t strike out…or maybe Lew will only get to second base…and that can’t be all that bad, right? Dorree certainly sounds like a real hottie, maybe Lew is onto something good now that she got rid of her no-good two-bit criminal boyfriend…guess she wasn’t into guys that were constantly in trouble with the law.
And how ‘bout that Lew? Would you tell a fib to your boss, especially if he was the Sheriff? I gotta feeling this one is going to come back and bite him in the butt!
So, now we’ve got quite a few more players in this little story and it’s getting interesting, isn’t it? Guess you’d better stick around and see how this all plays out…that is, if you’re not too busy next Friday nite…If you do show up, bring a keg with you…
C Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
R-
Copyright 12-07 –RAJetter/Aden Rush
“Bangin’ Gears & Bustin’ Heads”…the book, by R.A. Jetter describes a 16 year-old’s life in the late fifties up to the mid 1960’s…and what it was like to get into illegal drag races and fist-fights…it’s a series of 26 episodes, with each episode described in how and why, between each story. Vintage B & W photos are included-- a total of 208 pages.
High speed car stories set in the 1960’s.
Wanna know how it really went down back then? Wanna know what new ‘61 409’s, ’62 406 Fords ran like off the showroom floor? Wanna read about drag races, sock hops, real cruising and Premium gasoline? Wanna know how most of us spent our weekends back then? Wanna ride along with a lunatic?
If you do…this book will, at least, educate you to how it really was in the Midwest!
A personal, autographed copy is available at www.RAJetter.com (http://www.rajetter.com/) …or send check/ M.O. for $20.95 to: P.O. Box 440042, Aurora, CO80044.
Installment. Issued as part of a consecutively published and indefinitely continued series. Serials and installments used on major radio stations in the 1930, 1940’s and some of the 1950’s. Radio programs such as Dick Tracy (1934-1948), The Shadow (1931-1954), Amos n’ Andy, (1930-1952), Fibber McGee & Molly, (1935-1959), The Great Gildersleeve (a spin-off from Fibber McGee, 1941-1950), Buck Rogers (1932-1941) and in 1940, Superman rode the airwaves into everyone’s home three times a week in the serial until 1951. There were countless other serials on the radios back in the day…way before television ever found its way into homes. Families gathered around the radio to listen to a serial much like today’s families gather to watch a certain continuing television program…
This serial requires your intrigue, your imagination, your sound effects and your indulgence.
PART FOUR – The Deputy’s eyes.
Deputy Lew Blake pushed open the Sheriff’s Department door with his boot, a smile on his chiseled face and a tune on his lips…humming that strange Steppenwolf song softly… ‘I like smoke and lightnin', heavy metal thunder, racin' with the wind- and the feelin' that I'm under.’ Never mind he’s never figured out exactly what that song means, he just likes it. “Morning Dorree,” he said to the receptionist, a wide smile smeared across his face. “Everything on the up and up this AM?”
“Good morning, Lew. Things are civil…quiet this morning,” she said, pushing her long strawberry blonde hair behind her ears, grinning shyly. “You’d better steer clear of Sam tho, he left me a note on my word processor…found it when I came in. Said he was driving out to Zack Franklen’s place last nite, but the cruiser’s gas tank was empty…and so was the five gallon container, in the trunk. Didn’t get back here ‘til late…John told me Sam was soaking wet, mud covering his feet, tracked it all the interior of his car and all over the clean floor…all the way into his office on the carpet. John told me the sheriff had to walk part way back to the station in the pouring rain…he was a bit mad. Sam’s note said I should find out who used all the gas in the cruiser and the five gallon can. He’s not a happy camper right now.”
“Uh-oh,” Lew said, tugging at his dark blue tie, adjusting his holster belt.
“Uh-oh is right. Told you’d he’d notice the gas gone…you’d better come up with some really good story,” Dorree smiled, knowing exactly where the gasoline went. “John had to go get him last night…Sam called from some farm…ran out of gas about 9 miles out of town and the Sheriff got soaked trying to get the trunk open to get that five gallon can out. Guess the cruiser was emptier than we thought.”
Lew grinned…remembering last nite…making out with that gorgeous Marilyn Monroe look-alike Dorree in the back seat. She was a good kisser…and that hot little body of hers certainly got him all excited. The rear of the cruiser was a little uncomfortable, what with the metal fence dividing the front seat from the back…but Dorree is so passionate when she gets all worked up…and she was all worked up. Had a hell of a time trying to drive back to town…I ached, trying to keep it hidden from her…but she knew what she’d done…and wouldn’t do anything about it. “Guess we didn’t really need the heater on, huh?”
“Lew!” Dorree raised her voice, her eyes squinted… “No one needs to know about that around here. You want us to get fired?”
“Ok, ok. But we had a good time, right?”
Dorree smiled her most demure smile…turned her head…and blushed. Lew didn’t see that…he knew he had a good time, was pretty sure Dorree did, too, and he was looking forward to their next time together.
“So, what do you think of me now?” Lew whispered. “Better kisser than that old boyfriend of yours, right…what was his name? Stick…mmmm, yeah, Tommy Stickler. What a childish name: Tommy…sounds like something left over from elementary school.”
“Lew, stop it.” Dorree wasn’t smiling anymore.
Uh-oh, better not push this anymore. He winked and turned away from her…best to leave this exactly where it’s stopped. “I’d better go figure out what kind of story to tell Sheriff Sam, think I should mention all the lights on in Milner’s equipment shed?” he said.
“Not unless you want him to know exactly where we were last nite…and how that gas got all used up,” Dorree smiled and bowed her head.
He nodded, grinned and headed down the hallway. “See ya later?”
Dorree didn’t acknowledge his words. Two office doors past her desk, he stopped and turned to look back at her…she was smiling again…Hmmmm, thinking of ‘Stick’…or me? He didn’t know, could only assume, but liked to think she was thinking of him…and last night…and maybe the next time! Anticipation is always the great equalizer. Lew knew that she and Stick had a rough break-up…what with Stick getting into trouble all the time and having spent six months in lock-up in Omaha, for petty burglary…not the best way to keep a girlfriend like Dorree around. Lew thought a minute, wondered if Stick had anything to do with Blade while hanging out there in Omaha…he wasn’t exactly the world’s most honest person…and the two of them would certainly make a pair of…well, neither one of them would be running for Mayor anytime soon…they’ll both probably be in prison some time in the next year or so…and how Blade got involved with Zack Franklen I’ll never know.
Lew plopped his butt in the office chair and schemed, gazing out the office window for a while, watched the gray squirrels chase each other, bounce through the branches of the Maples, knocking the old golden leaves off the trees…gotta come up with some way to have used up a ¼ tank of gas…and then that five gallons in the trunk…and it better be a good explanation!
“Got it,” he shouted, jumping up.
“Dorree,” Lew called, rushing from his office. “Does Sam need a verbal report, from you, on the reason the cruiser was empty?”
“That’s all he asked for…just that I should find out what happened to it.”
“OK, then I’ll stay out of it, but you and I need to have the same story.”
“And that is?” Dorree asked, not sure what Lew had come up with.
“Here’s the deal. Tell him you got a call from someone, and we don’t know who, that there was a huge party going on out at the shelter house at Milford Pond, past Milner’s farm…big bonfire in the firepit…lots of beer…underage kids…figured we’d better put a stop to it before one or more of those kids decided to drive back to town drunk.”
“So good…so far,” Dorree smiled.
“And we took the cruiser…and you asked to go along cuz you thot you could help...stay in the background with a flashlight, make it look like two deputies were there…and that covers your as…..uhm, that takes care of why we were together, in case anyone saw us. After we’d chased all of them off, we got stuck coming back…you know that section of Hangin’ Tree Road that’s nothing but clay? The one starting up that really steep hill? Yeah, right there, got stuck and used up all the gas trying to do the old back and forth.”
“That sounds a little dirty, Lew,” Dorree blushed. “I think I’ll change the way I tell Sam about how we got unstuck.”
“Wish that were the case,” Lew said quikly, smiling.
“Whatever…didn’t sound that dirty to me.”
“How could it? You’ve always got your mind in the gutter,” Dorree smirked.
“I can’t help it if I’ve got short legs.” Lew smiled…knowing that would make her giggle…and Lew liked to hear her giggle, especially after last nite.
It took a minute or two for her to quit laughing…her huge chest bouncing wildly in that gorgeous pink sweater. Lew knew he’d hit a home run with that one…and was sure looking forward to the first real home run he’d likely hit with Dorree.
* * *
Weeeeellllll, can that be counted as a home run? And which “looking forward to the first real one” is he talking about? Hope he doesn’t strike out…or maybe Lew will only get to second base…and that can’t be all that bad, right? Dorree certainly sounds like a real hottie, maybe Lew is onto something good now that she got rid of her no-good two-bit criminal boyfriend…guess she wasn’t into guys that were constantly in trouble with the law.
And how ‘bout that Lew? Would you tell a fib to your boss, especially if he was the Sheriff? I gotta feeling this one is going to come back and bite him in the butt!
So, now we’ve got quite a few more players in this little story and it’s getting interesting, isn’t it? Guess you’d better stick around and see how this all plays out…that is, if you’re not too busy next Friday nite…If you do show up, bring a keg with you…
C Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
R-
Copyright 12-07 –RAJetter/Aden Rush
“Bangin’ Gears & Bustin’ Heads”…the book, by R.A. Jetter describes a 16 year-old’s life in the late fifties up to the mid 1960’s…and what it was like to get into illegal drag races and fist-fights…it’s a series of 26 episodes, with each episode described in how and why, between each story. Vintage B & W photos are included-- a total of 208 pages.
High speed car stories set in the 1960’s.
Wanna know how it really went down back then? Wanna know what new ‘61 409’s, ’62 406 Fords ran like off the showroom floor? Wanna read about drag races, sock hops, real cruising and Premium gasoline? Wanna know how most of us spent our weekends back then? Wanna ride along with a lunatic?
If you do…this book will, at least, educate you to how it really was in the Midwest!
A personal, autographed copy is available at www.RAJetter.com (http://www.rajetter.com/) …or send check/ M.O. for $20.95 to: P.O. Box 440042, Aurora, CO80044.