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02-17-2006, 08:54 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 SEVEN – Sticks and stones.
The KMTV news anchor droned on about the day’s events in and around the Omaha area…the excess rain, flooding in some parts of the Omaha/Council Bluffs area, the unending construction of the I-80 interchanges…the interminable changes to the 6-80 bypass, crime rates soaring in the area, the University of Omaha’s never-ending drug…and pot, problems and the insurance industry’s take on the overall toll of auto crashes at rush hour…of which ‘rush’ is non-existent! Tacked onto the end of those stories -- the newest cub reporter, making his first appearance in front of a camera and stuttering a short mention of a “…local auto theft ring, believed to be operating in the Omaha/Council Bluffs area is under full investigation. High end luxury cars are disappearing at an alarming rate from the streets, Authorities have no more information to share with us at this time, but KMTV just wants you to be aware. So, make sure you lock your car when you are going to be away from it for a few hours. Better yet, lock it all the time…it discourages thieves.”
Tommy “Stick” Stickler laughed aloud at the thot of that…if a thief wants your car, he’s going to get it no matter if it’s locked or not…and never mind what kind of alarms are on it. Who are those people kidding? Idiots! He reached for the nurse’s call button attached to the side of the bed…they told him to drink plenty of water…and he’d obliged…but now he had to pee and the only way to do that was one of those ugly porcelain bedpans…he hated those things…cold and uncomfortable…worse than a trenched army latrine…and he really hated that… and he’d have to climb atop it…with all the technology these days, you’d think someone would figure out an easier way to take a simple piss for a guy with a broken ankle! He pushed the button, once, twice, three times. Three times got the nurses into his room…fast…he liked the little blonde in the crisp pink striped outfit…she was definitely a looker…wish she’d give me a sponge bath…no wait, I’d like to give her a sponge bath and when she bends over to pick up the bedpan…wow, what a shot! Her legs go all the way…up…and a nice pair they are. He wasn’t too keen on her choice of nylons…he didn’t think they did her legs any justice…but the garter belt sure turned him on. He thot it strange she’d wear a garter belt under that pink striped outfit, but then again, what did he know about today’s young women…or their dressing habits anyway…or even anything about her at all?
He knew he wasn’t exactly James Bond…not good looking at all…the world’s women didn’t flock to him like they did Bond…at six foot one inch and a skin and bones 153 pounds didn’t make him very appealing to the opposite sex…besides, he couldn’t afford Martinis…Hamm’s or Pabst was the best he could do…and he knew the women that frequented Omaha’s Valente’s didn’t drink beer. No matter…one of these days he would have women flocking to him…he’d have money to spend on all of them and money, lots of it can buy you anything…everyone would drink Martinis…even that cute blonde in the pink striped outfit, and he could hardly wait to drink Martinis with HER.
Three nurses came charging in the door, the cute blonde, a not-real-bad-looking redhead and an older nurse, probably the head nurse, hadda be Linda Blair’s evil alter- ego in The Exorcist…definitely looked angry…and malevolent. Uh-oh, think they’re onto my game. Blondie must’ve squealed. Better think of something quik.
The knock on the door saved Stick’s ass…Who in hell is this? Lew pushed open the door…and brushed past the nurses. Tommy noticed another gorgeous blonde following him in.
That’s no nurse! Wowee! Check out them boobs…and them legs! Hmmmm, she looks familiar. Wait. NO. Uhhh, Dorree? “Dorree, is that you?”
“Hello Tommy,” she said…that sensual purr in her voice immediately put Tommy at attention…in more ways than one. He pulled the bed sheets up a bit higher and put the magazine down…on his lap. The nurses stopped what they were doing and backed away from the bed a bit.
“What…ehrrr, brings you here? Uhmmm, ladies, ehrrr, nurses, excuse me,” Tommy’s voice put the nurses at attention, “…looks like I have visitors. Can we do this at a later time?”
The smile on Dorree’s lips was veiled…Tommy wasn’t sure she was as glad to see him as he was her…and who’s the clown with her? “Good to see you again, D, been a while. How’ve you been?”
“Tommy, this is my friend, Lew Blake. I heard about your accident, thought I’d stop in to see how you were doing. I asked Lew to drive me.”
Tommy held out his hand to shake. Lew leaned forward and gripped Tommy’s hand…with a death grip. Tommy winced. “Ow, grip of steel there, Lew. Been working out?” He chuckled and rubbed the knuckles of his hand…trying to ease the pain, he didn’t have to take a piss anymore…
“I’ve been well, Tom,” Dorree purred. “Guess we can’t say the same for you.”
“Yeah, got myself into a little bit of a fender bender. Should be out in a few days…nothing major. Bruised a couple of ribs, hurt my wrist…right ankle is pretty messed up…doc says it’s coming along fine tho.”
“So what caused the accident?” Lew asked. “Don’t think I heard too much about the damage done to you…Dorree told me a little…said you were driving a Mercedes? Thot those were pretty bullet-proof?”
“Yeah, just got it…too big a hurry, I guess. Had an appointment here in Omaha…didn’t want to be late,” Tommy chuckled, “guess it didn’t make much difference, did it? Look at me now.”
“An appointment? At 3 AM?” Lew asked. “Strange hour for that. The accident happened at, what? 1:00 AM?”
“Well, uhm, yeah…guess so…uhm, wasn’t exactly watching the clock…guess it was the only time he could find an opening. Bit too much of a hurry”
“Must be a pretty important guy then,” Lew smiled, knowing his questions made Tommy uncomfortable, “but that’s not as important as you getting well, right?”
Stick chuckled. Dorree stood next to the bed, she adjusted his pillow with one hand and patted his chest with the other…Stick squirmed, his face flushed as Dorree leaned in close to his face, the aroma of her perfume brought back a rush of memories...mmmm, those delicious boobs…his mind quickly calculated the possibilities, and fantasy, of Dorree snuggling alongside him, naked, in the hospital bed…and just as quickly, all of that fantasy vanished when Lew started talking again. That guy Lew is not small by any means…. better not make any overt moves toward Dorree, might get my other ankle broken…or a few other important parts.
“What do you do, Tommy? A new Mercedes isn’t exactly cheap these days.”
“Uhm, insurance…yeah, insurance sales…do pretty good at it.” Stick stammered. “The Mercedes was my gift to me for landing a huge corporation policy in Des Moines.”
“Oh, you live in Des Moines, then?”
“Yeah, but graduated from Flatfield High School…had to go to the big city to make it big, know how it is?”
“Really, you graduated from Flatfield?” Lew asked.
“Yeah, me and Dorree…uhm, hey, don’t know if Dorree, uhhhmmm, said anything to you, but she and I went out together for quite a while,” Stick said, deciding he’d better change the subject right now, Lew didn’t look too happy about that bit of information! “Say, speaking of high school, Dorree, you remember Ben Wilkocks? Short guy, always kept his hair long, always wore a stocking cap over it…jeans and engineer boots…remember him?”
“Vaguely…and didn’t he have a strange nickname? Yes, he did...and you guys gave it to him.”
“Stubby,” Stick said, “his nickname was Stubby.”
“A guy with long hair and you guys nicknamed him Stubby,” Lew chuckled. “That’s cold.”
“Yes, that’s it,” Dorree said, “…what about him?”
“He was here this morning…heard about the accident and stopped in to see me…he’s looking good…didn’t recognize him at first. Works for a huge body shop in Omaha…guess he’s the manager…and he’s definitely ‘stubby now’…shaved his head!”
* * *
Damn…Stick knows Stubby…Dorree knows Stick…Stubby is Blade’s buddy…Dorree knows Lew…does Lew know Stubby? Does Dorree really know Stubby…or Blade? Lew now knows Stick, and Lew knows the Sheriff…but does the Sheriff really know Stubby…or Blade? And what about the Mayor of Flatfield…and John Milner...who do they know? Obvously the sheriff…but do they know Stick, Stubby and Blade? And what of Zack and Conner, who do they know? Who knows who anyway? This is getting complicated…are you paying attention?
It’s all getting a bit thicker, isn’t it? Got it figured out yet? What am I talking about?
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Stick around, Part Eight is coming up next Friday nite…you may get to know all of the players yet., that is, if you can stay sober…speaking of that…the wine is gone, so is the beer…hint, hint, 3WLarry.
C Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
R-
Copyright 01-2006 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 SEVEN – Sticks and stones.
The KMTV news anchor droned on about the day’s events in and around the Omaha area…the excess rain, flooding in some parts of the Omaha/Council Bluffs area, the unending construction of the I-80 interchanges…the interminable changes to the 6-80 bypass, crime rates soaring in the area, the University of Omaha’s never-ending drug…and pot, problems and the insurance industry’s take on the overall toll of auto crashes at rush hour…of which ‘rush’ is non-existent! Tacked onto the end of those stories -- the newest cub reporter, making his first appearance in front of a camera and stuttering a short mention of a “…local auto theft ring, believed to be operating in the Omaha/Council Bluffs area is under full investigation. High end luxury cars are disappearing at an alarming rate from the streets, Authorities have no more information to share with us at this time, but KMTV just wants you to be aware. So, make sure you lock your car when you are going to be away from it for a few hours. Better yet, lock it all the time…it discourages thieves.”
Tommy “Stick” Stickler laughed aloud at the thot of that…if a thief wants your car, he’s going to get it no matter if it’s locked or not…and never mind what kind of alarms are on it. Who are those people kidding? Idiots! He reached for the nurse’s call button attached to the side of the bed…they told him to drink plenty of water…and he’d obliged…but now he had to pee and the only way to do that was one of those ugly porcelain bedpans…he hated those things…cold and uncomfortable…worse than a trenched army latrine…and he really hated that… and he’d have to climb atop it…with all the technology these days, you’d think someone would figure out an easier way to take a simple piss for a guy with a broken ankle! He pushed the button, once, twice, three times. Three times got the nurses into his room…fast…he liked the little blonde in the crisp pink striped outfit…she was definitely a looker…wish she’d give me a sponge bath…no wait, I’d like to give her a sponge bath and when she bends over to pick up the bedpan…wow, what a shot! Her legs go all the way…up…and a nice pair they are. He wasn’t too keen on her choice of nylons…he didn’t think they did her legs any justice…but the garter belt sure turned him on. He thot it strange she’d wear a garter belt under that pink striped outfit, but then again, what did he know about today’s young women…or their dressing habits anyway…or even anything about her at all?
He knew he wasn’t exactly James Bond…not good looking at all…the world’s women didn’t flock to him like they did Bond…at six foot one inch and a skin and bones 153 pounds didn’t make him very appealing to the opposite sex…besides, he couldn’t afford Martinis…Hamm’s or Pabst was the best he could do…and he knew the women that frequented Omaha’s Valente’s didn’t drink beer. No matter…one of these days he would have women flocking to him…he’d have money to spend on all of them and money, lots of it can buy you anything…everyone would drink Martinis…even that cute blonde in the pink striped outfit, and he could hardly wait to drink Martinis with HER.
Three nurses came charging in the door, the cute blonde, a not-real-bad-looking redhead and an older nurse, probably the head nurse, hadda be Linda Blair’s evil alter- ego in The Exorcist…definitely looked angry…and malevolent. Uh-oh, think they’re onto my game. Blondie must’ve squealed. Better think of something quik.
The knock on the door saved Stick’s ass…Who in hell is this? Lew pushed open the door…and brushed past the nurses. Tommy noticed another gorgeous blonde following him in.
That’s no nurse! Wowee! Check out them boobs…and them legs! Hmmmm, she looks familiar. Wait. NO. Uhhh, Dorree? “Dorree, is that you?”
“Hello Tommy,” she said…that sensual purr in her voice immediately put Tommy at attention…in more ways than one. He pulled the bed sheets up a bit higher and put the magazine down…on his lap. The nurses stopped what they were doing and backed away from the bed a bit.
“What…ehrrr, brings you here? Uhmmm, ladies, ehrrr, nurses, excuse me,” Tommy’s voice put the nurses at attention, “…looks like I have visitors. Can we do this at a later time?”
The smile on Dorree’s lips was veiled…Tommy wasn’t sure she was as glad to see him as he was her…and who’s the clown with her? “Good to see you again, D, been a while. How’ve you been?”
“Tommy, this is my friend, Lew Blake. I heard about your accident, thought I’d stop in to see how you were doing. I asked Lew to drive me.”
Tommy held out his hand to shake. Lew leaned forward and gripped Tommy’s hand…with a death grip. Tommy winced. “Ow, grip of steel there, Lew. Been working out?” He chuckled and rubbed the knuckles of his hand…trying to ease the pain, he didn’t have to take a piss anymore…
“I’ve been well, Tom,” Dorree purred. “Guess we can’t say the same for you.”
“Yeah, got myself into a little bit of a fender bender. Should be out in a few days…nothing major. Bruised a couple of ribs, hurt my wrist…right ankle is pretty messed up…doc says it’s coming along fine tho.”
“So what caused the accident?” Lew asked. “Don’t think I heard too much about the damage done to you…Dorree told me a little…said you were driving a Mercedes? Thot those were pretty bullet-proof?”
“Yeah, just got it…too big a hurry, I guess. Had an appointment here in Omaha…didn’t want to be late,” Tommy chuckled, “guess it didn’t make much difference, did it? Look at me now.”
“An appointment? At 3 AM?” Lew asked. “Strange hour for that. The accident happened at, what? 1:00 AM?”
“Well, uhm, yeah…guess so…uhm, wasn’t exactly watching the clock…guess it was the only time he could find an opening. Bit too much of a hurry”
“Must be a pretty important guy then,” Lew smiled, knowing his questions made Tommy uncomfortable, “but that’s not as important as you getting well, right?”
Stick chuckled. Dorree stood next to the bed, she adjusted his pillow with one hand and patted his chest with the other…Stick squirmed, his face flushed as Dorree leaned in close to his face, the aroma of her perfume brought back a rush of memories...mmmm, those delicious boobs…his mind quickly calculated the possibilities, and fantasy, of Dorree snuggling alongside him, naked, in the hospital bed…and just as quickly, all of that fantasy vanished when Lew started talking again. That guy Lew is not small by any means…. better not make any overt moves toward Dorree, might get my other ankle broken…or a few other important parts.
“What do you do, Tommy? A new Mercedes isn’t exactly cheap these days.”
“Uhm, insurance…yeah, insurance sales…do pretty good at it.” Stick stammered. “The Mercedes was my gift to me for landing a huge corporation policy in Des Moines.”
“Oh, you live in Des Moines, then?”
“Yeah, but graduated from Flatfield High School…had to go to the big city to make it big, know how it is?”
“Really, you graduated from Flatfield?” Lew asked.
“Yeah, me and Dorree…uhm, hey, don’t know if Dorree, uhhhmmm, said anything to you, but she and I went out together for quite a while,” Stick said, deciding he’d better change the subject right now, Lew didn’t look too happy about that bit of information! “Say, speaking of high school, Dorree, you remember Ben Wilkocks? Short guy, always kept his hair long, always wore a stocking cap over it…jeans and engineer boots…remember him?”
“Vaguely…and didn’t he have a strange nickname? Yes, he did...and you guys gave it to him.”
“Stubby,” Stick said, “his nickname was Stubby.”
“A guy with long hair and you guys nicknamed him Stubby,” Lew chuckled. “That’s cold.”
“Yes, that’s it,” Dorree said, “…what about him?”
“He was here this morning…heard about the accident and stopped in to see me…he’s looking good…didn’t recognize him at first. Works for a huge body shop in Omaha…guess he’s the manager…and he’s definitely ‘stubby now’…shaved his head!”
* * *
Damn…Stick knows Stubby…Dorree knows Stick…Stubby is Blade’s buddy…Dorree knows Lew…does Lew know Stubby? Does Dorree really know Stubby…or Blade? Lew now knows Stick, and Lew knows the Sheriff…but does the Sheriff really know Stubby…or Blade? And what about the Mayor of Flatfield…and John Milner...who do they know? Obvously the sheriff…but do they know Stick, Stubby and Blade? And what of Zack and Conner, who do they know? Who knows who anyway? This is getting complicated…are you paying attention?
It’s all getting a bit thicker, isn’t it? Got it figured out yet? What am I talking about?
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Stick around, Part Eight is coming up next Friday nite…you may get to know all of the players yet., that is, if you can stay sober…speaking of that…the wine is gone, so is the beer…hint, hint, 3WLarry.
C Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
R-
Copyright 01-2006 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.