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Eventually my brother and I got over the ordeal once the game was done. Jimmy and John returned to seeming nice again. To my brother and me at the time it didn’t matter anymore. We’d made a new friend and got to visit his apple orchard and nice house. We’d played a game and lost but in the end we were happy. We’d had fun and it was a good day to us. I never returned to John’s house but Jimmy and John became the best friends of my brother, Daniel. My brother and Jimmy returned to John’s house often. My brother eventually became known for dominating when playing board games. He read the rules thoroughly before playing any new game and my brothers and sisters and visiting children in our own home were proud of him for his abilities. I thought of him as the king of playing Monopoly. He played fairly though. We had fun trying to beat him.
Once I was standing with Jimmy in his front yard, talking to him. His little brother, Donnie, ran up to him and started talking to him. Jimmy started hitting him over the head with a rolled up newspaper. I watched the expression on Jimmy’s face. He seemed angry and vicious in the way he looked at his little brother. Poor Donnie ran away crying. He ran off with his little brother, Ronnie. I must admit I did not know what to think.
One Saturday I went with my brother, Jimmy, Jimmy’s mother and Jimmy’s younger brothers to the Tucson public library. We went into the children’s section to look for books to check out. I found two books I wanted to read as I usually would at the library. When Jimmy saw I had two books he asked, “You’re only going to check out two books?” I noticed then that Jimmy had a big stack of books to check out. I told him I would only be able to read two books in two weeks otherwise I would have to renew books to be able to finish them. He took me over to the book shelves and started pulling out books for me to read and stacking them on top of the two books I was holding. I protested but he would not stop. I finally got him to stop it when I was holding a stack of seven books. I was mortified. Jimmy’s mom seemed to think this was normal. I only read the two books that I had originally wanted to check out and returned the rest of the books unread. My brother, Jimmy and Jimmy’s mother would ask me if I wanted to go to the library with them. They just couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to go to the library with them.
The family with the pretty, teenage girl who lived across the street from Jimmy had moved out. The house wasn’t vacant for long before a new family moved in. When we came to visit with Jimmy again he pointed to the house across the street which had a medium high, chain link fence around the front yard and told us to watch out for the boy who lived there because he cussed a lot and was very ba-a-d. Being from Catholic school my brother and I were sensitive to the fact that some public school kids could be very bad.
Sammlung von Gedichten und Kurzgeschichten mit Aphorismen und Humor. Illustrationen und Fotografien des Autors. Zu den Sachbüchern gehören Memoiren und das Schreiben von Träumen. Fiktive Geschichten sind, wie der Autor seine Gefühle ausdrückt, indem er Geschichten in seinem Kopf erfindet. Die Schrift spiegelt den amerikanischen Südwesten des Autors wider. Inspirierend für alle Altersgruppen.
Spindeldamen handlar om en ung taxichaufför som möter en mycket konstig äldre kvinna. Det är en mörk memoar. McArthur Street berör en pojke som växte upp i Tucson på sextiotalet och hans kämpar med gott och ont.
I didn’t receive this taxi call again. One night when after I got off work and got
home about three in the morning I sat down in my canvas, director’s chair and
started sipping on a beer. I did this
when I came home from work just to unwind and think about all the things that
happened that day. I often called taxi
driving condensed cream of life. One
night of it was that intense.
As I thought about all the amazing things
I had experienced that day on the job I thought of “the spider lady” as I had
come to think of her. A poem came into
my mind. A very short poem but I felt
compelled to write it down. Perhaps I
was on my second beer but my mind in the subdued lighting of my apartment where
I was contemplating seemed to be in the darkness of the universe and I wrote
down the poem:
She turns herself into a spider
And spins a web
I don’t know why I felt compelled to write it in my notebook or why so few words seemed so important to write down. I sat and my thoughts wandered to other things.
One night at the end of the taxi swing shift some of the taxi drivers were congregated in the dispatch office to pay their lease money to the company after the bar rush was over. A young woman cab driver who was known to be a lesbian said something because the conversation had come around to talking about the spider lady. Other drivers had done deliveries to her, also. The young woman cab driver’s friend, Janice, was there. Janice was a friend of hers from college. They had been on the women’s volleyball team together. The taxi dispatcher on duty was a lady named Norma, a petite blonde woman who worked the graveyard shift. She was one of the most skillful and crooked of dispatchers. The young lesbian woman started talking about the spider lady.
She said that the woman was a poetess and
she was well off because of the sales of her poetry. She said that her poetry was really weird and
that it sold well in the San Francisco area. She said that she knew about this because some
of her friends knew about the woman and her poetry and recognized her name.
They asked me why I called her the spider lady and I told them the story. They loved the story and when some of the men cab drivers coming off of their shift walked into the office they told them that I had a great story about the woman that I called the spider lady so I repeated the entire story. The men cab drivers who had many cab driver stories of their own were impressed.