Arson not ruled out as Emco chemicals are being tossed all over the north Chicago cab company on Sheridan road where the contents of the tailor shop was being stored remembering Tony Boloney Anton Goracia North Chicago cab driver the many days nights spent after the arson murder of 8 wow 1984 Christmas Eve history repeating itself march 1998 fire blazes to cover the tailor shop contents amazing how to get away with arson murder of 9 use emco chemicals petroleum camphor the blazer and there you have do you sew the fbi questions what do you know about arson murders payoffs bribes during elections choose your fire chief watch the fires ignite and keep your mouth shut for 40 years eyes wide shut pay corruption I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi this covered up arson murder of 9 persons today I am blessed I survived the car bomb meant to silence me while they try and rule out arson again
It was floor number thirteen
that Captain America got
but he ended up in the basement
with green-cloaked misfits
Bucky tried his best to find him
though ended up getting his own trap door
they would reunite to battle
enemies galore
Cap exchanged his netting
with one of the guards
and the others didn't see
what he had in store
Rough 'em up, beat 'em up
Cap and Bucky endured
But the bad guys started a fire
and the hotel burned more
Cap brought the fifth columnist
out to the fire chief
and then he went to give what he planned
a memorable speech
Our town's old fire chief Ron's a real lunkhead
When the alarm rings, he lingers in bed
He yawns, then he stretches
And, of course, he k'vetches*
If you wait for Ron, you'll surely be dead
After protests got rid of the police
They went after old Ron like angry geese
They announced they'd attack
That roused Ron from the sack
The fool grinned, "Hey, let's smoke the pipe of peace!"
*'k'vetches' is Yiddish for 'complains'
Jingle, jingle... jingle
As we emptied our piggy-banks
Hoping we saved up twenty five cents
Every Saturday afternoon, we would excitedly wait
Twelve O'clock sharp the bells would ring
Screen doors flew open when we heard them
The kids in the neighborhood...
Immediately stopped doing whatever they were doing
Whether the boys were flipping baseball cards or shooting marbles
Or the girls were playing Hop-Scotch or dressing Barbie dolls
We all ran to the corner of Craig street at noon
"All Aboard" yelled the fire chief
"Drop your quarters in the box and have a seat
Don't worry folks, this old jalopy runs well"
He was referring to the little red fire truck
It was rebuilt and custom made just for children to ride in
We cruised the back streets with our hands held high; screaming
'round every bend...we laughed
Tails wagged as dog's chased behind
Putt, putt... putt
"Ride over children, exist to the rear...
See you next weekend" the fire chief yelled
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
7-22-2019
Who Is Your Neighbor?
Forty-seven years we are in this our home of dreams;
youngsters flew the nest to chase their very own sun beams.
We are the oldest on our street among mid-lifers here;
no children's voices, kids on bikes, school buses do we hear.
Two years ago a family moved in across the street –
a New York City fireman, his wife and son so sweet.
Our spry young neighbors brought new life; we feel special joy
to interact with them and watch them teach their little boy.
My hubby, retired fire chief, can share so much with the them.
Young neighbors brought the gift of youth to make us smile again.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: Who Is Your Neighbor?
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 09/14/2015
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The fire chief was in a great big tight
Was holding his cheeks with all his might
At the bus station did stop
Cost a dime to use the pot
Now his drawers a pitiful sight
Long ago my husband worked as a fireman.
They were on a trip to get some schooling.
On the way the chief had a sudden attack of diarrhea.
They stopped at the bus station but they charged a dime to use the
facilities..He did not have a dime ___well you know the rest of the
story.....
My grandpa is a real character; he really is a pip,
He likes the TV commercial where the girls all skinny dip.
You can never see them swimming or on the beach just sunning,
You only see them wrapped in towels but it starts his motor running.
“You know what I’d do if I were where they filmed this silly thing?
I’d pull the handle on the wall and make the fire alarm ring.
They would drop their towels when they ran around trying to get free,
Then I’d come in, the fire chief, and they’d all run to me.
I’d protect them from the flames, give them the shelter that they seek,
And while I helped them into my truck I think I’d take a peek.
In my fire truck full of women wearing nothing but their smiles,
I’d take them to the firehouse but only after a hundred miles.
Then I’d let them out so they could show their grateful gratitude,
And I’d greet each one personally ‘cause they’re still in the nude.”
Then gramps falls off to sleep and on his face we see his grinning,
And if thoughts are as bad as acts then he is happily sinning.