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Once upon a happening
there was a family of four
all had different ideas
on spending vacation and more.
Dad thought it best
if they camped in the woods
to go hiking in the mountains
on a trail where they could.
Mom wanted relaxation
and to stay at a resort
go golfing on the green
and play tennis on the courts.
Big brother didn't agree
and wanted fast fun
the amusement park was his thing
where the roller coasters run.
Sister's nose turned up
at all of their wants
back to the beach and ocean
were her playful haunts.
Dad pulled the paper
straight out of the hat
to the beach they were to go
so they hurried and packed.
With the car all loaded
they were ready to go
so off they all went
with swim tubes in tow.
A few hours later
the car started in
it clunked and clunked
and lurched and spinned.
Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.
The cabin near the woods
was were they had to stay
so they all took a hike
down the trail that day.
The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.
Three hours driving and
the car started to churn
and do some loud jerking
as Dad soon would learn.
Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.
The hotel room near the courts
was were they had to stay
so they all played some tennis
at the resort that day.
The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.
Five hours driving and
the car started again
the banging and clanging
was doing Dad in.
Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.
The lodge by the rides
was were they had to stay
so they all had some fun
at the amusement park that day.
The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.
After all their trouble
they finaaly arrived
at Sis' favorite spot
bungalow number 5.
The crystal beige sand
lead straight to their door
the water beyond that
made you want more.
Things may not have gone
as they would have liked
but this family of four
still had fun in spite.
He says yes
But I say no
He says stay
But I say go
He says wait
But I wait for my fate
He's away
But I am here
My hearts bleeding
With no opportunity to sear
The smile appears
Then it fades
My eyesight is blurred
My mind is so dazed
The emotions they run wild
Like divorce papers sprawled and unfiled
Always casting me out
Then reeling me in
No matter what I do
I can't win
My nephews and nieces are all that I really care about
Sometimes with all people I want to scream and shout
The smell of alcohol and meth burns my nose
The bloody, blackened tears just flow
My heart's in impound
Too costly to fix
His and my emotions, just don't mix
The tow truck came and shipped my heart
To a tow-yard called "Broken Heart Mart"
No one wants to pay, it costs too much
Everyone makes excuses and such and such
I'm tired of not finding a way
I'm tired of the games guys play
We've invested three years at best
Through thick and thin and awful tests
Love's never forgotten or lost
It's always rediscovered no matter what the cost
I know he'll hike every trail
I know he'll climb every rock
I know he'll park any boat
At any shifting dock
Just to get to me
I know he'd travel the world 5 times over
Just to spend one night with me
To explain it more easier, I know he's in love with me
But sometimes I run out of options to spare
Sometimes I truly think he just doesn't care
Now he talks of starting a life
With a baby involved and me being his wife
The first 5 years are the hardest yet
Like a drama show starting on a staging set
What will I say, knowing our past?
How can I find out if we're going to last?
Where are the answers
To ten-thousand questions
Where is my professor
To teach me love sessions
Can I truly say to myself
That I love him, no doubt
Will I lie to myself to make it be true
Baby, can I honestly say, "I'll start a life with you?"
You may have been sober from alcohol and meth for 3 weeks
But it will surely take longer to mend my heart
And make me go weak in my knees
Like you used to
So grant me this wish, that I ask of thee
Do you really want to start your life with me?
The other day we had probably the weirdest luck we’ve ever had…
because in a matter of minutes our luck kind of seesawed between both good…and bad.
It was bad luck that it was raining…in fact it started to pour…
but good luck we had our Subaru…so Deborah could drive me to the store.
After putting her key into the ignition, “The car won’t start.” She said.
Immediately we surmised it was bad luck…the battery was dead.
This was followed by a little more bad luck…”I can’t turn the key!”
was Deborah’s next remark
and as she struggled with the gear shift she screamed, ”It won’t go out of park!”
For some reason bad luck hit that morning as our car decided not to go…
but the good luck was we have GEICO road assistance…
so we went inside the house to call them for a tow.
As Deborah was on the phone with the GEICO liaison…
I went to check on our Subaru…
“More bad luck!” I yelled to Deborah, ”Our Subaru is gone!”
But I had some good luck finding her…it was not that difficult a feat.
She was resting in our neighbor’s front yard…just across the street.
“Good news Deborah!” I yelled, “She’s sitting on Leslie’s lawn!”
When I opened her door I realized she had somehow put herself in park…
and her headlights were now on!
On a whim I tried the key and, good luck, our Subaru’s came to life…
so I drove back into our driveway…where I met my somewhat bewildered wife.
As Deborah cancelled the tow truck…you might say she was beside herself…
trying to explain to GEICO…how our Subaru fixed itself.
The good news is Deborah drove me to work after our little bad luck scare
our Subaru not only got me there on time…but with a little time to spare.
We still wonder and laugh when we think about how our Subaru knew
not only how to repair herself…but if she had turned on our GPS
where she might have driven to.
She’s been working fine ever since our run of good luck…and bad luck…
and the next time there’s a problem…we will know
to give her a little time to fix herself…before we call a tow.
Big mike got away again all the pictures of the catfish fins hanging off the tailgate It was this big no joke Big mike got away again Maybe you’re not holding your mouth right Breaking limbs and hundred pound throws It was this big no joke We would have to hook it with tow truck drive home and turn it around to get it in that was the joke but Big mike got away again * - In memory of my grandpa David Kappel
My YouTube Russian car crash wreckophilia
comes from a bad head on in the family car
near rural Shreveport Louisiana in 1947
when I was a tyke whose favorite berth
was the stowage space behind the back seat
under the wide rear panorama window
of our forest green '42 Chevy Fleetline
last I remember was mom screaming oh Ed
quickly followed by a wild spinning surprise
and waking up in the road shoulder tall grass
a Samaritan blotting the egg sized raspberry
just above my right knee no other injuries
the scar faint but still there like an old sailor tattoo
I can see scraps of his toilet paper roll blotter
fluttering down the levy bank in the breeze
oval red blood blotches on each square
an accordion of hinged Rorschach cut out dolls
the road was wet after a summer shower
which caused the unchecked skid trajectory
into a farm family's oncoming Model A pickup
my mom is laying on the ground unconscious
blood oozing down her forehead and cheek
after hitting the windshield with her face
but strangely I was not concerned with her
or dad the shutterbug who started taking pictures
of the wreck scene a single one of which
remains in a box of album photos in the closet
oddly my only concern was with the Fleetline
front end crumpled bumper mangled and askew
driver side headlight hanging out by its wires
I stood in front of it inconsolable crying out
my car...my car... my car...
over and over as the tow truck backed up
with its hook dangling and chains rattling
God knows what the psychology
of that moment could have been
or today concerning my chronic fascination
with disassembly
I found out a long time ago,
it's a long way down the Holiday road.
I need a vacation from my vacation.
I'd of been better off at home in deep meditation.
"You need some time off," I'm often told,
but it's a long way down that Holiday road.
Bags are packed and the bills are all paid.
Time to get on the open highway.
Driving with the top down underneath a clear sky of blue.
It doesn't get any better than this. Then my radiator blew.
I knew something like this was going to unfold.
Yes it's a long way down that Holiday road.
After being extorted by the local tow truck driver,
my Holiday was quickly becoming a fading desire.
but when I reached the Grand Canyon it was a sight to behold.
Destination accomplished on Holiday road.
I stood breathless taking in the scenery
just prior to being chased by a rapid coyote.
I spent the entire night asleep in a tree.
This vacation is killing me.
I awoke in the morning shivering and cold,
but thankfully no rabid coyote to behold.
This vacation is making me tired and old
and it's only my second day on Holiday road.
I ran out of my boots during the coyote run.
My bare feet were cracked and blistered under the hot mid day sun.
I must have run miles in this difficult terrain.
"Oh Perfect!" I said out loud as it started to rain.
I found my way back and felt even more the fool.
I left the top down. My car was a swimming pool.
Thankfully though no major damage done
and after my car dried out in the open sun
once again I was on the open road
to pursue more "fun" and "relaxation" on my Holiday road.
Dear Father Holy Spirit and Son
You turned what could have been a tragedy into a special day of fun
You got me off the interstate before my tire came off
And turned things into a miracle instead of being rough
First you sent 3 angels to protect me and watch over me until help arrived
They suggested i call the police to keep my truck from being hit and to help me survive
I said oh ok and did what they had said
But when the police got there i turned my head
The angels said they would stay until help came
And when it did they disappeared i just wasn't the same
I realized it was angels and you that had saved my terrible day
You took what could have been very bad and made me happy not sad
In a miracle way you turned sad into glad
When the policeman said it would cost 125 dollars to be towed 100 feet
I was disappointed and almost stomped my feet
But when the tow truck driver came i said how much will it be
He said 125 dollars and i said i don’t have it you see
Then the officer called him into a corner to discuss
And the tow truck driver came back and said ok i will do it with no fuss
He went ahead and towed me to a safer area not far away
And because of these 2 miracles father you made what was terrible into a great day
I eventually got towed to firestone to get my truck fixed fairly fast
And now i have my truck back and pray it will always last
So thank you father for showing me your care and your love
And thank you for sending the heavenly angels from above
Written by michael james kolter
My daughter was not aware of any notification, so when a tow truck pulled up it was an indication and all because of a parking violation, her car was towed to another destination. The implication of the vehicle’s location led to an ongoing verbal altercation. Now because of the rising situation, the accusation heightened the level of my daughter’s frustration. So without hesitation, my daughter wanted immediate affirmation which caused her to seek others validation.
She was so focused on how wrong the driver was and how he didn’t have to tow, that he could have taken a few dollars and just let her car go. To her, she was only parked there for a few minutes, so of course she didn’t want to hear her part in it. I tried through communication to break down the process of elimination.
Step 1 - You parked your car in that spot.
Step 2 - Your car was towed.
Step 3 - You had to pay a fee.
Now mind you, there would be no Step 2 and 3 without a Step 1.
Of course she wasn’t satisfied, she truly thought I was picking sides. There was no level of appreciation, because her not knowing her irritation caused her to miss the gratification in being thankful that the car was towed, not stole. And yes, this could have been avoided and this didn’t have to be, but thank God she was financially blessed and able to pay the fee.
After all of this, there was wisdom to gain, never park your car again within a fire lane.
Moral of the story - Learn to appreciate the blessings in life’s lessons.
The fireplace is roaring with a warm hot fire
With a light drift of snow covering the trees
29 degrees on this cold winter night
So quiet listening to the cracking fire and snapping
Not a thought was wondering through our minds
So tranquil and peaceful ones heart desires
With two glasses of wine placed upon the table
By candlelight we sat
With lights all aglow on the Christmas tree
And sparkling tinsel reflecting in her eyes
Wrapping presents and placing them under the tree
This Christmas Eve is special to me
For a year ago on this very night a stranger knocked at my door
All covered in snow and wet to the bone, I opened the door
It was you my love the love I have searched for
Your car broken down with no cell phone
I asked if you wanted a warm drink, your reply was priceless
A warm drink I would like my Juliet but let me introduce myself
My name is Romeo
I would Wisk you off in my chariot but my horse is in need of a shoe
May I just use your phone to call a tow truck?
One year ago on this very night I met my Romeo
(This is not based on a true story my name really isn’t Romeo)
Reality is hard to replace
our white elephant is a disgrace
she parks herself wherever she places
usually taking up needed space
in the old days she would win a race
now she'll barely outrun a turtles pace
kids use to play on her face
on her trunk their hands would trace
upkeep we still embrace
her past is hard to erase
through the hands of time she lies in God's grace
through our hearts we loved our old faithful ace
and now the time has come to part waste
the deed to ole rusty bomber is in the brief case
soon her ashes will be placed in the family vase
when the setting sun covered her tears with lace
as the tow truck took away ... her final breath
... reality is hard to replace
3/18/17
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