One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’ – and write about…
Photo Capture: ‘A Finished Beer Bottle’
Mike popped open the lid of his new racing red, 1967 Ford Mustang. The guys mouths dropped open at Andy’s garage when they viewed the
big block V-8 engine. Tony immediately asked if he could sit in the customized drivers seat and rev up his highly rated performance vehicle. Tony pushed on the accelerator peddle and made the following statement: “It sure doesn’t purr like a kitten but it runs like a Mustang!” Tony asked Mike, “How about you taking this racer out tonight on Route 206 for a test drive against my red machine?” He spit a wad of chewing tobacco through the Mustang window and it landed next to Mikes black leather boot. The group of mechanics turned to Mike, one was dangling a wrench over the hood of his car and there was dead silence as they waited for Mikes response. Then as if in tune to the conversation, a shapely silhouette appeared at the garage office door and the crackling of gum chewing could be heard. Tony jumped up out of the car seat and swung his body over the door. A loud voice squealed, “Tony I thought you were taking me out to the club tonight, aren’t you Tony?” “Yeah, yeah, Annette” he said. Annette walked over swinging her hips to music that blared from the two cloth lined speakers that dangled off a peg board. Her spiked high heals clicked against the oil stained concrete floor as she paced towards Tony. Heavy perfume filled the air and Annette aggressively pointed and tapped one long bright orange manicured nail against Tony’s chest, “You bet-ta be taking me to the dance.” she pouted. The mechanics knew that Tony was under Annette s lustful spell. Who could resist such a package, a natural blond wearing tight jeans, plunging neckline and mid-rift stretched black top. Annette also modeled a Maybelline bust-line that made Playboy centerfolds and garage calendar pinups look like flat chested cut out dolls. Mike was wondering what he got himself into rolling up into the garage. All he wanted to do was show off his new red Mustang! Tony grabbed Annette s probing hand and pressed his face towards her shocking frosted pink lips and whispered, “You got me baby.” The phone could be heard ringing from the office and Annette was confident enough with his answer to retreat back to her job. Tony flipped a small hair comb from the back of his jeans pocket, smoothed back both sides of his black greasy hair while saying, “Now where were we?” Mike reluctantly gave Tony two thumbs up!
Luciano’s was the hot spot in town. A night club where all the bands playing the latest hits, battled over prominence in the county. Thick
cigarette smoke fogged the colored stage lights and Mike pushed through the dense crowd with his date in tow. While ordering drinks a
familiar perfume smell entered his nostrils and he followed it to find Tony and Annette leaning up against the black upholstered bar,
savagely making out. After formal introductions, Annette and Betty proceeded to the ladies room to freshen up giving the boys time to
schedule a race. Annette s favorite song started playing, To Sir With Love by Lu Lu. This did not prevent her from rushing into Tony’s arms
for some slow dancing. All the girls started to scream when the band started to play, The Monkees hit, I’m A Believer. Dancing heads could be seen bobbing up and down throughout the club. The drinks were flying all night long and at two a.m. the bright white lights started to
flicker, signaling the night clubs closure.
Mike and Betty sat in the Mustang waiting for Tony to pull up in his muscle car, a 1959 GTO. Both vehicles with tires screeching against the pavement sped out of the parking lot heading towards Route 206. All the guys were meeting at an intersecting light and Pete would
be holding a green flag to start the race. It was understood that this race would be flat-out, fast groove. The cars sped with Mike in the
lead, handling the Mustang to perfection. Becky looked over her shoulder and screamed to Mike that Tony’s car was smoking. There was a loud bang! Obviously the GTO motor was blown. Suddenly sirens could be heard and lights were flashing as a police car entered into the race. Betty was panicking because she knew that Mike had too much to drink that night. The car window rolled down, and there was a clink. – and this is how Betty’s beer bottle ended up on the side of the road.
One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’
Photo Capture: “Easter Basket Find”
Mrs. Esther Caloway always presents the perfect parties. Esther mails out lovely personalized hand written invitations that include a local artist watercolor rendition of her house. And without any doubt everyone that makes this list also becomes the talk of the community. She resides at the most influential address located on the outskirts of town, down an aged tree lined street that passes a historic church, cemetery, governors estate and overlooks the river. Everyone knows about this Victorian mansion, and it’s famed history. Guests generally arrive early afternoon and parade their polished automobiles through the main white wooden porte-cochere driveway. A butler escorts guests into a parlor room to be served a wicked spiked pink punch and then gather outside the music room to enter the serving room. Impressive, heavy antique pocket doors enhances both entries to this room. The combination of ornate side walls and lengthy shelves creates an impeccable butlers production line.
Here the butler tends to elegant limouge dinner plates for serving guests at elaborate dinners. But for this yearly winter event, guests walk through a self service buffet presentation of honey glazed ham, roasted turkey with paprika, tea sandwiches, Waldorf salad and deserts, then reunite at the formal dining room. Usually intelligent conversation bounces off the high stunning ornate molded ceiling and a sixteen foot traditional artificial Christmas tree with Sotheby’s ornaments graces a corner. Esther never has to bother planning on decorating it each year because the tree is kept up every day though-out the year. Esther does admit how it must be a pain for the maids to properly dust on a weekly basis.
This years guests arrived, nuns from the local convent, judges, authors, photographers, reporters, artists, musicians, actors, engineers and the town mayor. All dressed in their Sunday finest for this December 12th, Saturday event. The punch was sipped down and the pastel pink plaid plates topped off with delicacies in one hand and a pastel plaid linen napkin the other. The crowd is summoned into the dining room where a pianist starts a jovial tune. Esther distributes music written on parchment and she encourages everyone to collaborate with song. The sun begins to set over the grand river and its warm last glow of light for the day embellishes the room. Every table displays a delicate hand blown glass basket, containing an assorted spring color Easter egg candy. Delicate, Spring floral roping drapes the grand piano and Waterford Crystal vases are filled with white lilies. The butler, Charles disappears and reappears wearing an Easter Bunny costume and everyone could hardly contain themselves, joking and laughing out loud. Esther makes an
announcement that the Easter egg hunt will commence out in the parlor. On the back of the music parchment sheets, detailed directions were highlighted for each guest to find their personal hidden Easter treasure treat.
The Wallace s were leaving the party, and repeatedly thanked Esther for such a monumental Easter in December party. Their chauffeur pulled up the black limo to the grand entrance and the butler handed over a woven Easter basket, the Wallace s fun Easter treasure treat find. He tossed it into the back of the trunk not knowing it did not fully close and off they drove down the tree lined street.
And this is how a beautiful bright colored Easter Basket ended up on the side of the road, December 12, 2015.
One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’
Photo Capture: ‘The Blue Colored Balloon’
The door bell chimed and Cindy ran to the grand hallway entrance to be greeted by a circus clown bearing a handful of birthday balloons. Like he did every year, David would not forget to send his special happy birthday signature to his daughter. His job was demanding and as a commercial airline pilot the work schedule often conflicted with holidays and family events. The evening teetered out and the party ended up with cleaning, discussion about the party and as usual, Matthew had pricked Cindy’s favorite colored balloon while trying to pin the tail on the donkey. But Cindy did not have a broad tantrum, instead she picked up the deflated balloon up off the floor and tucked it inside her robe pocket as if it were a treasure. “I can put myself to bed by myself tonight mother because I am now old enough not to be tucked into bed,” Cindy said. Sarah smiled with approval but felt disappointed that her daughter was becoming independent too soon.
The night felt rainy, damp and chilly for the weather forecasts that a storm may develop into a category two event. And only an hour had passed since Cindy awakened to hear a loud boom in the distance, started to cry, and quickly crawled under the purple and white antique quilted coverlet that grandmother made. The bedroom door swiftly opened and her mother immediately rushed over to the banging French windows. Sarah struggled to close the rusted metal latches, however a force were at play that became much too strong for her petite frame to fight. “It’s just a thunderstorm darling and nothing to worry about,” she gasped. The winds howled and pushed, scratching the old oak tree branches against the framed leaded window panes. And then an enormous crash, a tree limb went flying across Cindy’s bedroom with a tremendous speed and landed upon the tarnished brass bed, knocking her unconscious.
White circles appeared winding and winding as if it were a spherical tunnel, the grinding noise, unbearable and then abruptly stopped. Cindy possessed fear, but brave enough to open her hazel colored eyes to see a bright blue sky and puffy white clouds. Swarms of birds navigated in single formation around and around a display of bright colored balloons. She sat up in her bed only to find that it was floating in the middle of a lake! “What am I going to do mother?” “Mother, mother where are you?” she cried out. And at that moment of total despair the birds flew down and perched upon the brass bed posts, each carrying within its beak a bright colored balloon. One Blue Bird advanced towards Cindy’s coverlet and presented her with a bright blue balloon. It was the same color of the sky and her favorite color. She accepted the gift with pleasure from the kind bird and ceased crying. The bed commenced its journey as the balloons drifted it slowly in the direction of the tree lined shore. Mallard ducks, Canadian geese and Swans all followed the procession towards land. Cindy was puzzled at the sight and wondered why they were all wearing funny party hats! The metal bed abruptly thumped onto the shore and Cindy slid upon a light peach sandy beach. She wiggled her toes beneath the sand to confirm if it was real and sound. While still continuing their babbling chatter the birds and party hat fowls proceeded through a thicket, along a path into woods . Blue Bird signaled with a chirp for Cindy to follow. Hesitant at first, Cindy decided that she really did not have much of a choice but to follow this strange crew. And to her amazement the party grew, snails, turtles, frogs mysteriously appeared out of water and off they all went, disappearing into the woods.
Sarah had very little strength left as she tried to encourage herself to lift the heavy limb off her leg. Sirens were heard blaring into the stormy night and throughout the suburban community of Bedford Lake, New Jersey. Electric cables were down and without any lights to see, Sarah blindly made her way over to Cindy’s brass bed. Her hands clasped Cindy’s bloody head. All that Sarah could do was cradle and lay alongside Cindy screaming, “please God help us!”
Chad worked the emergency rescue team night shift and heard faint cries off in the distance. His trained dog, Buck at his side and sensed a needed rescue. Chad noticed a fallen tree that crashed through the front of a house across the street and decided to work his way through the front door and up the winding wooden French staircase. Chad signaled for Buck to climb up first and the rescue dog made it to the top of the stairs, barked, whined and froze in front of Cindy’s bedroom door. Chad looked up in disbelief at the scene, a tree pressed up against the bedroom door and structurally the hallway could collapse! In order to make this rescue, an experienced crew was needed to come in and investigate the destruction to structure. Chad radioed the emergency center for a crew and shouted out to Sarah, “stay calm, help is on its way!”
The shining party hats appeared bouncing up and down in the distance as the fowls, water creatures continued parading down the wooded path. Cindy could see that a few long hared rabbits also filed in line. Music could now be heard in the distance. The music became louder and louder as the group emerged through the woods and into a grassy meadow. It was a very large orchestra that filled the air with sweet sounds. Blanketed squares of purple and white flowers dotted the green landscape. A perfect spot for picnicking! And within each floral square there lay displayed, tiered ornate china trays, decorated with party favors and a variety of mini cakes and sweets to eat. All the fowls, sea creatures and animals took their reserved place and Blue Bird guided Cindy to her picnic party blanket. The treats were devoured, the geese and swans danced neck to neck. Turtles rolled on their hard shells. Cindy laughed and laughed until there were yawns. She could no longer stay awake. Blue Bird calmly fluttered above Cindy and gently placed over her a fine cover of white flowers.
The emergency lights penetrated the thick fog, Chad, and his crew were able to get Sarah and Cindy off to the hospital. There’s
still hope. David finally arrived at the hospital and Sarah, diagnosed with a fractured leg and bruises but Cindy continued to be in critical condition. Day after day he sat beside her bedside waiting for change and grasping her robe that she wore to bed that dreadful night. After feeling a lump at the robe pocket, David reached in and felt the deflated balloon, it rolled onto the floor. He pursed his lips forcing a smile, picked it up and placed Cindy’s favorite colored balloon alongside the purple and white flowers that lined the windowsill. The physicians notified David that Sarah was finally able to go home and he decided to drive her there as soon as possible. Cindy, left alone in the hospital room and it was as if a miracle happened, she woke up from her deep sleep. She could see rows of beautiful purple and white flowers lining the window sill and a peculiar looking Blue Bird standing as if a guard. He swooped down and grabbed with his beak the deflated balloon and disappeared into that afternoons blue sky. And this is how the bright blue colored balloon ended up along the side of the road!
Something beckoned for me to ride further down the road on the mountain bike. Perhaps the lure of discovering more fall foliage captures or something else to find on the side of the road. I passed through the motorcycle parking lot and observed in the spanking shiny windows all the latest clean machines for sale. Then I headed down towards the bright yellow antique metal barn. Right before the barn was a very sad-looking old antique house in need of repair. The occupants obviously were doing fall cleaning and piled up onto the side of the road was all sorts of used items. Displayed at the curb side was a depressed-looking rusted chair, dusty wooden magazine holder, plastic broken toys. There was also a vinyl blue cooler that with some cleaning and duck tape to repair its liner could haul some frozen food, drinks or art supplies. It would make a decent knock around bag to put into my black wired bicycle basket! There was even a pouch compartment for a cell phone! But what really caught my eye sitting atop a sky blue plastic container was an old book with large red type that read Marilyn Monroe CONFIDENTIAL. Who could refuse not picking up this confidential information! I flipped the cover open and started to read about her seamstress views about Marilyn that I never knew about! This intrigued me, so it was tossed into my front basket. I am glad that I did, a totally excellent quick read that delved into her lifestyle behind the scenes. Her obsessed love to being nude and more…
To the left of the rusted chair there was standing a soggy cardboard color print of what I believed could have been Marilyn as a young child. I imagined that it was her sitting on a log, alongside the childhood friend talking about past experiences of living at foster homes and not having her mother to show for any comfort. The book cover tells most about her hidden private life and what it was like living at Hollywood and New York City. And the print incredibly was compatible to Marilyn’s story. Unfortunately, for the soggy color print, some things do need to be left at the side of the road.
Marilyn Monroe, Confidential is a recommended read for those that want to know more about Marilyn!
This morning I was driving the bicycle and stopped in front of the fire house for a breather. Low and behold a car zoomed by and out blowing
in the wind was a pirates cap. Another item to add to ‘Things that I find at the side of the Road’ at LemonChronicle. Perhaps someone noticed my daily drives and the American flag flying upside down on the back of my bicycle. Or perhaps someone noticed that I too was robbed by a pirate! It is only fitting that I should embroider robbed by a pirate on this cap. From property grabbing to nation grabbing these pirates have turned capitalism into pirate-ism and then communism.
I thought it fitting to start a video series highlighting articles regarding the pirates in action at my YouTube Channel moneymagnetelizabeth.