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Buffalohair, Miwok Wikileaks Reveal Corruption All The Way To Congress

2012-03-02T23:56:00.004-08:00

Buffalohair, Miwok Wikileaks Reveal Corruption All The Way To Congress

Ann LRD on March 2nd, 2012

Miwok Wikileaks Reveal Corruption All The Way To Congress

Posted in America’s with tags Aboriginal, Albert Seeno, California Valley Miwok Tribe, Casino Gambling, chadd everone, congress, Corruption, dianne feinstein, everone files, George Miller, identity theft, indigenous, native, sheppard miller, Tribal Sovereignty, us news, wikileaks news on March 2, 2012 by Buffalohair

Clearly the Everone/Ludwig Files that were released to public access during the attempted take over of the California Valley Miwok Tribe have opened up a Pandora’s Box. Writhe with names, dates and personal transmissions from some of the most affluent politicians in the United States of America spells absolute corruption. The Everone/Ludwig Files clearly identify conspiracy and corruption from billionaire politicians and developers alike whom chose to break both state and federal laws while under the guise legality.

The paper trail I followed began with Dianne Feinstein and her personal friends formerly employed within the California Gambling Control Commission whom still enjoy strong and influential ties to that organization and the Bureau of Indian Affairs who have in violation of The Federal Code of Regulations (CFR 25) once again as in the past withheld tribal funds in essence effectually starving the CVMT out of existence. Though the Miwok were vindicated and Yakima Dixie disgraced, admitted to the original lie that originated this sham in the first place, the tribe is still without means. It was with the stroke of Under-Secretary of the BIA/DOI Larry EchoHawk’s pen on the re-affirmation of the department’s final agency action that mature status contract funding is now being wrongfully withheld from the tribe in spite of the totality of the fraud perpetrated against this proud and impoverished sovereign tribal nation. Guess that means that, if you’re rich enough and have political standing you are above the law and fraud is acceptable conduct as in the case of Dianne Feinstein and all her political and bureaucratic cronies.

I’ve only scratched the surface of the over 2,500 files Chadd Everone/Ludwig painstakingly collected. Frankly I was overwhelmed by the shear number of politicians and businessmen, carpetbaggers and gold-diggers that were involved. Senators, Representatives and Congressmen on both sides of the isle are implicated and their personal e-mails tell a very compelling story of absolute corruption just to build a casino. The California Governator Arnold Schwarzenegger was involved according to an e-mail from his office. Even the military was not spared by the Everone Files since it clearly identified a retired Rear Admiral of the US Navy who was trying to gain control of Treasure Island as a possible location for the casino, “Once the Tribe is secured”. What a shame it is to realize Indian Wars are still raging within the borders of The Land of the Free.

The frosting on the cake was when Chadd Everone/Ludwig casually stated to a question in open testimony what amounted to that Albert Seeno flew Congressmen George Miller to Washington in his private jet on numerous occasions to visit with Nancy Pelosi, Dianne Feinstein, Barbara Boxer and other influential high ranking elected officials to discuss the Miwok situation. There is a vast amount of information on these political figures and government employee’s, more than I could possibly relate in the confines of this story. It’s a good thing these juicy tidbits were made available for public record for there are more people implicated in this wholesale miscarriage of the public’s trust. Just for the record the University of Berkley, Californias’ Anthropology and Sciences Department cronies of Everone were in on the scam up to their eyelids according to documents, e-mails and other transmissions Chadd managed to collect.

Though there will be many more future revelations the Everone Files will undoubtedly expose there is another story here I do believe. What was Chadd going to do with all the documents he copied and stored on his web site? From all indicators it would appear he was collecting the goods on all the politicians he could get his hands on since these doc’s are very revealing to say the least. But wasn’t Albert Seeno his co-conspirator? Why was Chadd collecting the goods on Albert & Associates and another investor named Kuna as well as all the dirty politicians this scam brought into the limelight?

There is no honor among thieves and it would appear Chadd Everone was ultimately working for himself since his files are very incriminating to everyone involved. On the streets there was once a code of silence. Guess Chadd failed Wiseguy 101 and now everyone he was associated with will have to pay the price for his wikileaking in the now infamous Everone Files. With insiders and soon to be revealed co-conspirators in the DoJ it’s a small wonder none of these players need to worry about raids from the feds. The Everone Files also identify DoJ employees who are currently in ca-hoots and like I said, this is only the tip of the iceberg since I’ve only read a hand full of documents at this time. The business contract Yakima signed was a total fraud giving “Friends of Yakima” controlled exclusively by Chadd Everone, absolute financial control of the tribe while sidestepping well established federal Indian law. Yakima’s last will and testament was another masterpiece in fraud since it made Yakima’s descendants culpable for payments for generations to come. Chadd himself authored this document and being no attorney his lack of legal prowess is obvious.

On a side bar Chadd argues he was a PhD even though he never received his degree from a credible university. He simply decided he was a PhD, just because it makes him feel smarter. Eventually other journalists will wade into Chadd’s 2,500 documents and dig out even more salacious material on elected officials who’ve shirked their duty and betrayed their oath of office. Some of the largest developers in California also face some major challenges for their participation in this fraud. While the world is astounded at the magnitude of corruption involved in the attempted destruction of a sovereign tribal nation, the California Valley Miwok Tribe will continue to live and run the tribe on unemployment checks and USDA commodity foods. In America, in this day and age, really? Is this only as far as we have come in addressing the civil rights and legal and moral obligations to Americas federally recognized tribes and their members? How far beyond stupid is that? What is next for the CVMT? Death threats and crank phone calls are commonplace and just another day in the life for these people. Starvation and robbing them of their tribal income failed to eliminate them. One thing is for sure, now the world has an eye on the California Valley Miwok Tribe.

Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair

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Buffalohair, Revisited: CA. Miwok Tribe Wins Tribal Sovereignty Case, Exposing Absolute Corruption

2012-03-02T07:29:00.002-08:00

Revisited: CA. Miwok Tribe Wins Tribal Sovereignty Case, Exposing Absolute Corruption

Posted in America's with tags Albert Seeno, arlo Smith, BIA, California Valley Miwok Tribe, Chadd Everone/Ludwig Files, Corruption, dianne feinstein, DoJ, Jerry Gidner, Sheppard Mullin on March 2, 2012 by Buffalohair

We are revisiting a story that was posted last week on another site. But do to technical difficulties or mad politicians the other site was unable to share this piece. Therefore we are reposting this story before we run the rest of our series on the Everone/Ludwig Files and corruption against native people.

Chadd Everone/Ludwig, Albert Seeno, Sheppard Mullin and an army of politicians from both sides of the isle at state and federal levels have been exposed. Over 2,500 documents, correspondents and court filings downloaded from Chadd Everone/Ludwig’s web page identify senators, congressmen, state and federal officials from the BIA, DoJ and other agencies. This intricate web of corruption has plagued the CVMT for over 12 years as they struggled to save their tribal sovereignty. The incendiary documents prove beyond a shadow of doubt the Tribe was targeted to steal their blood lineage by unscrupulous well funded people. Chadd cried foul but court officers verified the site was open to the general public and not hacked. Call it a Native American Wikileaks but the information gained was priceless.

Documents revealed Senator Dianne Feinstein went out of her way to stop the tribes 638 funding through crony’s Jerry Gidner of the BIA & Arlo Smith of the Gaming Commission in an effort to starve the tribe out of existence. In one response Jerry told Dianne not to worry, letting her know the fix was in against the tribe. She denied involvement or knowing the criminals involved in the Miwok scam but documents and e-mails prove otherwise. It was just a coincidence she was a fellow trustee of a bank with one of the culprits or maybe she forgot. Dianne’s involvement in the casino scam and debasing the tribe is all too apparent, even a blind man can see the CVMT was a victim of fraud and her fingerprints are all over it.

Dianne’s husband’s association with unscrupulous developer Al Seeno alluded to even more collusive activity against the Miwok People. Unfortunately she was not the only high profile politician who used her influence to destroy this feisty band of natives. Documents reveal deep involvement with other high profile politicians in bed with common criminals and its well worth the read. The implications strike at the core of democracy itself and this is only the tip of the iceberg. There is much more to disclose but I am not privy to reveal them at this time. But rest assured the Miwok are still under siege as their counsel’s continue to peel off the many layers of corruption this case consists of.

Money talks and California still refuses to give the tribe their funding that was withheld, to the tune of $8 million, as unscrupularity plays out its final hand. Sheppard Mullin threatened to drag out this case in perpetuity. The federal government is still in the arrears to the tribe with a bill in excess of $600,000 and it is clear corruption is still waiting in the wings. To make things even more convoluted, the tribe is yet to be allowed the opportunity to appear in a hearing involving their case. This is disturbing since it was also revealed some judges have bias against natives. Why does that not surprise me?

Hopefully the feds will not allow the bogus Newok’s, (a term to describe bogus Miwoks with no heredity) into the legitimate Miwok Nation when the final decision comes to pass. Though this tribe proved their legitimacy as the true CVMT, the courts still skirted the return of tribal funding that was illegally withheld. CVMT Director of Economic Development/ Consultant Tiger Paulk likened this to a Pyrrhic victory since the CVMT won but at such a continuing and devastating cost to the true tribal people and their wellbeing. They are still in limbo with no funding for infrastructure, social services, healthcare and the basics of any community but they don’t have to worry about someone stealing their identity. After all, who would want to be a federally recognized tribe with no means of survival other than food stamps and commodity cheese? Hmm, I like commodity cheese.

Under the stewardship of Larry Echohawk of the BIA justice was served, almost. From the tribes point of view the government vindicated the tribe and its sovereign rights as a federally recognized people. Unfortunately the government threw them under the bus while further litigation continues since they left the tribe to fend for themselves in spite of their vindication. How far beyond stupid is that? Or was it intentional? On the bright side, the Obama Administration did manage to extend unemployment benefits. This is a blessing to the tribe since they have been fighting for the sovereign rights of all tribes inAmericaon unemployment checks and spare change. The irony I found was the fact many nations did not want to get involved or show solidarity for this tribe but now tribes are using the precedence the CVMT made in federal court involving sovereignty issues. I was amazed at the lack of simpatico when I approached a native radio show in an effort to garner more exposure back in 2007. “They will never win” was the response I got. Well bonehead, just be glad I don’t snitch you off for your callous disregard for this nation’s plight.

Later I learned from several elders why some tribes were hesitant to speak out. No one wanted to loose what meager funding they already were receiving for fear of retribution from ruthless BIA officials. Knowing now how deep corruption runs within the BIA it is a substantiated fear indeed. From Tiger’s perspective it was not about the money as much as it was about retaining their birth right and tribal identity. There was plenty of misinformation to swirl around as well and many people did not know the actual facts about the case. Spin doctors peppered the communities with bold faced lies as Newok’s ran around pleading their case to all that would listen. Some folks were very convincing but a lie is a lie no matter how they dressed or what they said.

Tiger Paulk spoke to me as to the tribes’ point of view; “They would rather be the last California Valley Miwoks on earth and if they died, the tribe would die with them and cease to exist rather than giving up their lineage to imposters to falsely represent the tribe for all time.”

It was not about stealing a tribe from some saintly old man named Yakima Dixie. It was about saving the CVMT from unscrupulous investors and developers whom manipulated an individual member and tribal elder to sign his nation away in a realm of fraudulent documents written up by Chadd Everone/Ludwig acting as an attorney.Yakimawas no cherry but in his defense he was also swindled from the start since he was not allowed legal representation when Chadd drafted the infamous documents. Chadd was not an attorney and had no authority to draft such a document in this guise further compounding the fraud. Eventually, in federal court under oathYakimacame clean and recanted all the fraudulent claims he made against his own people leaving egg on the faces of politicians, developers and bogus Newok’s. Tiger said at that moment in the room where Mr. Dixie’s sworn deposition was also being videotaped was precious since all the fraudsters present lowered their heads while their counsels franticly whispered in dismay. Isn’t that special?

Having tribal documents that substantiated the legitimate CVMT claims also weighed heavily against the criminal cartel of politicians, developers andYakima. But the coup de grace and most incriminating piece of evidence in the case came from Chadd Everone/Ludwig via his information packed web site for it gave names, dates and e-mails from all players in this case. The detailed files and correspondents were most illuminating and showed total disregard for the law from politicians who were elected to enforce them. Developers faired no better since the dialogue uncovered a conspiratorial relationship that is unacceptable in a civil society. The files are a smoking gun that will truly raise eye brows for years to come. The revelations are sure to taint even the most illustrious political careers of so called public officials and history will not be kind. It would be interesting to note what other cases these harbingers of fraud are involved in and there is no question the web of corruption will grow as the contents of Everone’s files are fully realized.

There are no words that could do justice in describing Tribal Chairperson Silvia Burley. Educated, articulate, determined and well versed in tribal law, Silvia is a cut above and even in the face of total disrespect from attorneys and government officials she forged forward. In spite of threats to her and her nation’s lives and livelihoods she marched forward in true warrior flare. Tiger Paulk calls her the Miwok SEAL with regard to her ‘special forces’ like prowess in the in all matters concerning the tribe. The dark side to this case is the fact veiled threats flew against her and her people. I guess you can toss in courage for she stood her ground and refused to back down or give an inch. Legal Counsels Robert A. Rosette LLC and Manuel Corrales ESQ are proof nobility still exists in the world for their legal expertise in this case is priceless.

There is no question I left out volumes of interesting and incriminating details within the context of this story. I suggest you log onto the California Valley Miwok Tribe site. They have all adjoining court documents of this landmark case. There will be more updates in the future as this case hopefully comes to a close in the future

(Since the original posting of this story the web page was under attack so many people did not have the opportunity to read this story of corruption. Therefore we are reposting this piece since this is only one of a series of stories that will identify corruption at it’s core thanks to Chadd Everone/Ludwig and his comprehensive files that list names, dates and absolute corruption within state and federal government., Enjoy)

http://www.californiavalleymiwoktribe-nsn.gov/

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Buffalohair

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2012-02-27T02:42:00.000-08:00

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Buffalohair, CA. Miwok Tribe Wins Tribal Sovereignty Case, Exposing Absolute Corruption

2012-02-15T20:54:00.000-08:00

CA. Miwok Tribe Wins Tribal Sovereignty Case, Exposing Absolute Corruption

The California Valley Miwok Tribe made history and legal precedent preserving the rights of every federally recognized tribe in the United States of America. They faced insurmountable odds against powerfully connected well funded developer’s and corrupt state and federal officials. They wanted to highjack the Miwok tribe for the sole purpose of building a gambling casino. The plot thickens because elected officials were also involved in this travesty.

Chadd Everone/Ludwig, Albert Seeno, Sheppard Mullin and an army of politicians from both sides of the isle at state and federal levels have been exposed. Over 2,500 documents, correspondents and court filings downloaded from Chadd Everone/Ludwig’s web page identify senators, congressmen, state and federal officials from the BIA, DoJ and other agencies. This intricate web of corruption has plagued the CVMT for over 12 years as they struggled to save their tribal sovereignty. The incendiary documents prove beyond a shadow of doubt the Tribe was targeted to steal their blood lineage by unscrupulous well funded people. Chadd cried foul but court officers verified the site was open to the general public and not hacked. Call it a Native American Wikileaks but the information gained was priceless.

Documents revealed Senator Dianne Feinstein went out of her way to stop the tribes 638 funding through crony’s Jerry Gidner of the BIA & Arlo Smith of the Gaming Commission in an effort to starve the tribe out of existence. In one response Jerry told Dianne not to worry, letting her know the fix was in against the tribe. She denied involvement or knowing the criminals involved in the Miwok scam but documents and e-mails prove otherwise. It was just a coincidence she was a fellow trustee of a bank with one of the culprits or maybe she forgot. Dianne’s involvement in the casino scam and debasing the tribe is all too apparent, even a blind man can see the CVMT was a victim of fraud and her fingerprints are all over it.

Dianne’s husband’s association with unscrupulous developer Al Seeno alluded to even more collusive activity against the Miwok People. Unfortunately she was not the only high profile politician who used her influence to destroy this feisty band of natives. Documents reveal deep involvement with other high profile politicians in bed with common criminals and its well worth the read. The implications strike at the core of democracy itself and this is only the tip of the iceberg. There is much more to disclose but I am not privy to reveal them at this time. But rest assured the Miwok are still under siege as their counsel’s continue to peel off the many layers of corruption this case consists of.

Money talks and California still refuses to give the tribe their funding that was withheld, to the tune of $8 million, as unscrupularity plays out its final hand. Sheppard Mullin threatened to drag out this case in perpetuity. The federal government is still in the arrears to the tribe with a bill in excess of $600,000 and it is clear corruption is still waiting in the wings. To make things even more convoluted, the tribe is yet to be allowed the opportunity to appear in a hearing involving their case. This is disturbing since it was also revealed some judges have bias against natives. Why does that not surprise me?

Hopefully the feds will not allow the bogus Newok’s, (a term to describe bogus Miwoks with no heredity) into the legitimate Miwok Nation when the final decision comes to pass. Though this tribe proved their legitimacy as the true CVMT, the courts still skirted the return of tribal funding that was illegally withheld. CVMT Director of Economic Development/ Consultant Tiger Paulk likened this to a Pyrrhic victory since the CVMT won but at such a continuing and devastating cost to the true tribal people and their wellbeing. They are still in limbo with no funding for infrastructure, social services, healthcare and the basics of any community but they don’t have to worry about someone stealing their identity. After all, who would want to be a federally recognized tribe with no means of survival other than food stamps and commodity cheese? Hmm, I like commodity cheese.

Under the stewardship of Larry Echohawk of the BIA justice was served, almost. From the tribes point of view the government vindicated the tribe and its sovereign rights as a federally recognized people. Unfortunately the government threw them under the bus while further litigation continues since they left the tribe to fend for themselves in spite of their vindication. How far beyond stupid is that? Or was it intentional? On the bright side, the Obama Administration did manage to extend unemployment benefits. This is a blessing to the tribe since they have been fighting for the sovereign rights of all tribes in America on unemployment checks and spare change. The irony I found was the fact many nations did not want to get involved or show solidarity for this tribe but now tribes are using the precedence the CVMT made in federal court involving sovereignty issues. I was amazed at the lack of simpatico when I approached a native radio show in an effort to garner more exposure back in 2007. “They will never win” was the response I got. Well bonehead, just be glad I don’t snitch you off for your callous disregard for this nation’s plight.

Later I learned from several elders why some tribes were hesitant to speak out. No one wanted to loose what meager funding they already were receiving for fear of retribution from ruthless BIA officials. Knowing now how deep corruption runs within the BIA it is a substantiated fear indeed. From Tiger’s perspective it was not about the money as much as it was about retaining their birth right and tribal identity. There was plenty of misinformation to swirl around as well and many people did not know the actual facts about the case. Spin doctors peppered the communities with bold faced lies as Newok’s ran around pleading their case to all that would listen. Some folks were very convincing but a lie is a lie no matter how they dressed or what they said.

Tiger Paulk spoke to me as to the tribes’ point of view; “They would rather be the last California Valley Miwoks on earth and if they died, the tribe would die with them and cease to exist rather than giving up their lineage to imposters to falsely represent the tribe for all time.”

It was not about stealing a tribe from some saintly old man named Yakima Dixie. It was about saving the CVMT from unscrupulous investors and developers whom manipulated an individual member and tribal elder to sign his nation away in a realm of fraudulent documents written up by Chadd Everone/Ludwig acting as an attorney. Yakima was no cherry but in his defense he was also swindled from the start since he was not allowed legal representation when Chadd drafted the infamous documents. Chadd was not an attorney and had no authority to draft such a document in this guise further compounding the fraud. Eventually, in federal court under oath Yakima came clean and recanted all the fraudulent claims he made against his own people leaving egg on the faces of politicians, developers and bogus Newok’s. Tiger said at that moment in the room where Mr. Dixie’s sworn deposition was also being videotaped was precious since all the fraudsters present lowered their heads while their counsels franticly whispered in dismay. Isn’t that special?

Having tribal documents that substantiated the legitimate CVMT claims also weighed heavily against the criminal cartel of politicians, developers and Yakima. But the coup de grace and most incriminating piece of evidence in the case came from Chadd Everone/Ludwig via his information packed web site for it gave names, dates and e-mails from all players in this case. The detailed files and correspondents were most illuminating and showed total disregard for the law from politicians who were elected to enforce them. Developers faired no better since the dialogue uncovered a conspiratorial relationship that is unacceptable in a civil society. The files are a smoking gun that will truly raise eye brows for years to come. The revelations are sure to taint even the most illustrious political careers of so called public officials and history will not be kind. It would be interesting to note what other cases these harbingers of fraud are involved in and there is no question the web of corruption will grow as the contents of Everone’s files are fully realized.

There are no words that could do justice in describing Tribal Chairperson Silvia Burley. Educated, articulate, determined and well versed in tribal law, Silvia is a cut above and even in the face of total disrespect from attorneys and government officials she forged forward. In spite of threats to her and her nation’s lives and livelihoods she marched forward in true warrior flare. Tiger Paulk calls her the Miwok SEAL with regard to her ‘special forces’ like prowess in all matters concerning the tribe. The dark side to this case is the fact veiled threats flew against her and her people. I guess you can toss in courage for she stood her ground and refused to back down or give an inch. Legal Counsels Robert A. Rosette LLC and Manuel Corrales ESQ are proof nobility still exists in the world for their legal expertise in this case is priceless.

There is no question I left out volumes of interesting and incriminating details within the context of this story. I suggest you log onto the California Valley Miwok Tribe site. They have all adjoining court documents of this landmark case. There will be more updates in the future as this case hopefully comes to a close in the future

http://www.californiavalleymiwoktribe-nsn.gov/

Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair

Tags: CA. Miwok Tribe Wins Tribal Sovereignty Case, Exposing Absolute Corruption

Buffalohair, Preparedness, a Word to the Wise

2012-02-12T01:17:00.001-08:00

Preparedness, a Word to the Wise

The Federal Emergency Management Agency is in full swing developing and exercising live disaster drills across the country in an effort to prepare people for possible catastrophic events. Whether or not you believe we are living in a time of change, end of the world or simply ma earth having a bad hair day something is up and it’s time to be more responsible for the loved ones in your charge. You got to have a game plan for survival or they will die as well as you.

Does not matter what part of the planet you live on the possibility disaster may strike your neck of the woods is growing exponentially daily. It could be a flood, tornado, cyclone, wild fire, winter storm, earthquake etc; do you have a contingency plan? What have you done to prepare for the known events that are common in your region? Do you have a survival pack at the ready if you have to run out the door? Where will you go? What about your infant child or elderly grandmother? Are you prepared to save their lives as well as yourself? Sounds kind of scary huh and it should because death is a very real consequence if you don’t take this issue seriously. Disaster will turn into personal tragedy and nothing worse than watching a loved one die

As a former associate director of the Office of Emergency Management & Firefighter I can not stress hard enough how important it is to have a game plan for survival. I’ve written plans, participated in table top exercises and full blown exercises with many departments with mutual aid participation. Ironically I participated in an air crash scenario exercise after a real passenger jet crashed in Colorado Springs, United Flight 585, killing all 25 people onboard. What a group of coordinated professionals they were and it was truly an honor working with them. Working with multiple agencies in these exercises taught me the importance of preparedness, cooperation and training. I have FEMA certifications in my repertoire and though you may not be responsible for the wellbeing of a community you should have some knowledge of preparedness this agency has to offer, for your family’s sake. It’s free.

Though we live in a world filled with advanced technology there is no technology that can streamline or expedite an emergency response from first responders at any level of government. Ask a survivor and they will tell you it can take a week or more before help arrives since logistics is a major concern. Will the bridges and roads be passable? Where will planes land if the airstrip is destroyed? 911 switchboards will load beyond capacity if you were lucky enough to still have a phone or electricity. If fires broke out there are no doubts emergency services will be stretched beyond its limits to contain the blaze. Rescue operations, security and a host of other concerns will also slow response time to your location. Be prepared to treat injuries and bivouac for at least 7 days. Water, Water, Water for without water in 3 days you will die.

In many cases emergency services within a stricken region can also be destroyed extending the time before help arrived even more. A dear friend walked around with a shard of glass impaled in her chest for weeks before she found assistance after Hurricane Andrew. She lived in the direct path of the hurricane causing total devastation as far as the eye could see. Only by shear grit did she survive to tell her tale. The stories she told me were horrific since human carnage was everywhere and after a week the air carried the stench of rotting bodies, and help was still ‘on the way’. Eventually the government dug mass graves and buried scores of people before pestilence spread throughout Dade County. Katrina should be a stark reminder that you can’t always depend on others and it also stresses the point that survival is in your hands when it comes down to it.

I worked on the recovery efforts in Los Angeles California after the 1994 Northridge Quake and found many roads impassable at best, even weeks after the quake. The devastation was astronomical and that was a little shaker at 6.7 m. but it looked like an atomic bomb struck. Imagine being woken up at 4:31 in the morning as your house goes surfing on a seismic wave. For some people they simply woke up to Dante’s Inferno and were burned to a crisp when a gas main ruptured and caught fire. Others were crushed to death as building came down like a stack of pancakes. What I witnessed never made the news as whole sections of the community were sealed off and away from the public eye. It was hard to fathom the totality of this disaster but I can safely say some people never had a chance, survival pack or no survival pack. They were obliterated in a stew of meat, iron and concrete. My heart still goes out to those poor souls who died on that fateful day.

Tornados are another experience I managed to survive in the Pan Handle of Oklahoma and I really don’t know how I managed to get out of that one. It was more like a dream as I dodged trees, debris and other junk as a series of twisters ravaged Northwest Oklahoma and it was late at night. In hindsight I should have stayed on my rez and gone to a 49 after our social. But what a feeling of helplessness as nature flexed her might. I truly felt like a little bug waiting to be crushed as I tried to find safety. Being on the road was not exactly the best place to be. There were multiple tornados across Texas, Oklahoma and Kansas with major loss of life on that evening I later learned.

Gads, I drove through several twisters and had no clue where I was going since I could not see other than dirt and trees whizzing around through my headlights. Where was I going to hide? I felt buck naked at Sunday school in a crowd of nuns. I only caught a glimpse of the twisters as lightening flashed and transformers exploded. I was traveling, totally unprepared and unfamiliar with my surroundings and that was a formula for death if I ever saw one. Maybe I should have heeded the emergency broadcast warning before I left my nation. At least I would have known where the shelter was. The Lord protects children and fools and I guess I qualified. Relatively unscathed, I only had a broken windshield, some sand blasting on the ole paint job and a need for another pair of boxers, holay!

There is no question people will die during any catastrophic event just by the shear nature of disasters. But with some preplanning you will increase your survivability quotient 100 fold. Knowing where the shelter is and paying attention to emergency broadcasts will keep you out of as much danger as humanly possible. Having a survival pack with essentials to last at least a week will insure you will not suffer as much if your community is completely devastated. You must pay attention to your surroundings and know where to go in a time of crisis. And you must instruct your family on what to do if you are at work or out of the house. There are many concerns that should be addressed before a disaster strikes. For diabetics and other people who require special medical needs preplanning must include the medications you need to sustain life including its storage.

The Federal Emergency Management Agency has provided comprehensive tips, guides and a host of resources so you can responsibly plan and prepare for disasters. Whether you follow the FEMA *guidelines or you decide to utilize other preparedness resources the bottom line is the fact you are taking measures to protect you and your loved in the event of catastrophe. You may survive disaster but you also need to survive till help arrives to assist you further and that can take a week or more depending on your location and the type of disaster you are confronted with. First responders will have their hands full and logistical concerns will weigh heavily on response time.

I worked in events with mass casualties and had to perform emergency rescues, triage and prepare a dust off for Flight for Life and do body recovery with limited personnel. We wore many hats that day so I know how hard it is to be everywhere at once, let alone the exhaustion factor when the adrenaline wears off. That’s when it can get dangerous to the first responder. In most cases there is only a hand full of first responders locally. Budget and manpower cuts in all branches of emergency services across the country is a recipe for disaster especially now. In a crisis police, ambulance and fire department personnel will undoubtedly be overwhelmed by the shear magnitude of some events. And it will simply take time for federal agencies to asses and prepare a coordinated response. If there are multiple events nationally resources will be stretched even further. Do the math; it is up to you to survive until help arrives. The life of your family depends on it. That back pack sitting in the corner will be the key to your survival. If you don’t prepare it may truly be the end of the world for you and your family.
* http://www.fema.gov/

Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair

NASA – Warns Employees to BE PREPARED

Posted in Space with tags disaster, emergency, NASA, preparedness news on February 11, 2012 by Buffalohair

Buffalohair Gazette International Archives 2009- 2012
NASA – Warns Employees to BE PREPARED
Voyager Finds Magnetic Foam at Solar System’s Edge
Alert NASA WARNS PUBLIC OF ONCE IN A LIFETIME SOLAR STORM
Solar/Volcano / Earthquake Watch Feb 9-13, 2012
SOLAR ACTIVITY UPDATE: Filament Eruptions Associated With Earth Bound CMEs (Feb 11th, 2012)

Buffalohair, Global Oligarchy is Here To Stay,….for a while

2011-12-11T13:45:00.001-08:00

Global Oligarchy is Here To Stay,….for a while

“Oligarchy: is a form of power structure in which power effectively rests with an elite class distinguished by royalty, wealth, family ties, commercial, and/or military legitimacy”

Hmm, sounds all to familiar but the reality is, Oligarchy is the wave of the future though it’s marketed as “Globalization or the New World Order” There is no need to point fingers since both sides of the political isle in the US and the so called free world are saturated with investor/politicians who’ve floated corporate interests before the needs of the people they are supposed to serve. Insider trading and stock manipulation are their tools of the trade. But that’s OK since it’s all about the money these days.

For that matter Russia and China don’t have communist leaders anymore. Putin and Medvedev both touted the cause for a new world order many times during their reign and steered Russia towards that fascist goal. Russia’s bogus election only picked a scab on a sore that will not heal and it was the last straw that enraged the people of Russia. Now the cat is out of the bag and Putin will resort to violence to retain his rule, but the people stand more defiant than ever before. Chinese thugs who’ve infiltrated the Chinese Communist Party have turned China into the world’s sweatshop to the joy of corporate fascists around the world. Mao would be turning over in his grave if he witnessed what China has become. After all, China is now ruled by the Landlord Class Fascists with the blessings of the World Trade Organization. Does not say much for the WTO since their membership reads like a ‘whose who’ in worldwide tyranny, slave labor and human trafficking.

If you remove all the borders, cultures and creeds you have two basic groups, the ruling or elite class and the subservient or working class. The protests or “Dawns” around the world are not secular by any stretch of the word because citizens are simply pissed off at lying politicians who front for corporations at the expense of the people. When you do the math or follow the money it becomes a fetid journey into the dark side of corporate corruption on a grand scale. Presidents, Kings and dictators from around the world are being fed cash under the table to allow corporations to rape their countries and kill their citizens. Africa, Central and South America are a testament to the wholesale slaughter of natives by private armies to clear the way for mines and plantations. *Chiquita Banana was convicted for funding right-wing terrorist organizations (FARC & AUC) who murdered Colombian villagers for plantation land. **Pig iron produced in Brazil for US Industries utilizes slave labor. Small wonder money is cursed for ‘profits from slavery’ is blood money.

Asia’s track record is of equal pall and human trafficking abounds to the joy of slave hungry corporations. China has a most lucrative Gulag System and the use of slaves is an accepted part of commerce. Western corporations have pounced on the opportunity to have cheap labor and divested in nations that adhere to laws that govern human rights and employer/employee relations. Environment? Forget about it. Trafficking labor and sex slaves is beyond epidemic proportions in Asia and corporatists have capitalized on the abundance of slaves. China is not a stable nation and is struggling with internal revolts from all quarters within its borders as of this writing. It’s only a matter of time before China’s dragon reawakens and consumes the evil that has victimized this once proud nation. And it would be poetic justice for corporate thugs who’ve abandoned America to be stuck in China when the revolution breaks out since they were in cahoots with the fetid Regime. The Chinese public knows who they are and where they live to. My bad……

Africa is a classic example of absolute corruption since corporations from around the world have landed with a vengeance. Tin horn dictators have a green light to censor torture and murder their own citizens if they pose a threat to the corporate cash flow that lines their pockets. Africa is a dark continent but not for the color of skin but for the evil that prevails in this resource rich continent. Why is it OK to subjugate the populations of Africa for corporations? The people of Africa, regardless of nation, should be wealthy or at the very least comfortable considering the trillions and trillions of dollars that was made or stolen by a hand full of people. It’s a corporate free for all as the world strips Africa of all her natural resources while giving her citizens nothing in return. We baulk at giving aid to Zimbabwe, Ethiopia, Somalia and other beleaguered African nations while basking in her stolen wealth and we wonder why we are poised to suffer economically in the very near future. What comes around goes around homeboy/girl.

What did we learn about the Arab uprisings? Though the media wants you to think it’s all about Islam and the boogieman Muslims, it’s not. It’s all about corruption committed by their politicians and corporations who hoarded the nation’s wealth. We should have also caught the part where all these fallen Arab dictators were on the take from corporations throughout their bloody reigns. Funny how corporations had free reign in these nations while the citizens were suppressed censored and murdered. Small wonder the mid-east is in flames. But leave it to the media to plant a communist or jihadist label on these events to throw the blame elsewhere. Keeping people at odds with one another is the mainstay of the corporate owned media and a good job they did to. Divide and conquer, for the corporate bottom line.

In contrast India is in the midst of an anti-corruption campaign lead by Anna Hazare who founded the Indian Anti-Corruption Movement. The movement has grown exponentially and has become a powerhouse in the cause of anti-corruption within India. Obviously he is not a darling of the corporate world and the media in the west has managed to keep him out of the limelight. It’s a case for ‘out of sight, out of mind and easy to kill’, quietly. In India he is the rave with massive public support and his movement has identified corruption on a scale never before challenged in India. Granted Anna faces some very powerful international corporations, powerful political figures and it should be clear he is the target of assassination, the price paid for championing truth in an era of lies.

It’s a ‘war without borders’ as global oligarchists wage war on the citizens of the world, plain and simple. Greed and control are the axioms of today’s industrialists and we are the pawns in the most elaborate world takeover ever pulled off. When we watch protesters in London or Greece as they protest government/banker criminality we should realize these protesters are in the trenches fighting for democracy. The reason the Occupy movement seems so skewed is because there are many Americans from all quarters who are disillusioned by the absolute corruption that has become business as usual. Everyone has been betrayed in one form or another and people are starting to connect the dots, but the damage is already done.

Not everyone in the Occupy movement is a communist, fascist or fringe but average citizen’s who had enough with lies, corruption and bankers above the law. There are people from all walks of life who lost it all, job, home and family that are protesting. Veterans who’ve fought and spilled their blood who are disillusioned by the corruption are protesting and the list goes on and on. The riots on the streets around the world are directly related to one another. It is the voice of the people sick and tired of corporate/bank owned politicians who’ve betrayed their people. But sadly it will all be for not since corporate oligarchists own many of our politicians and they control the militaries, police forces and the judiciary. The one world order thing was also a part of prophecy. And if you did read your sacred book then you would also know this era of global tyranny will be short lived anyway. After all, we are living in a time of great change and man is powerless to alter the course of destiny. The only change man can alter is pocket change, capice?

* http://talkingaboutcolombia.com/2011/06/14/chiquita-banana-guilty-of-paying-fto%E2%80%99s-now-faces-mass-lawsuit/

http://appellateluyster.blogspot.com/2011/06/chiquita-banana-gross-violations-of.html

** http://www.os.org.br/destaque/escrav/escrav_eng.htm

Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair
Tags: World Powers

Buffalohair, Lets Go Fishing, Therapy in the Rockies

2011-07-19T10:58:00.001-07:00

Buffalohair, Lets Go Fishing, Therapy in the Rockies

Let’s Go Fishing, Therapy in the

Rockies

With news feeds filling my news desk on Friday it looked like another weekend of reading, phone calls, research, cigarettes and stale coffee. Fortunately my nephew and his son stopped by my man cave with another possible suggestion, “Let’s go fishing”. That was all that was needed to be said and before you knew it I was loading up my tackle box, poles and off we went. I live in the boonies at least part of the year in close proximity to 5 bitchen lakes and in no time we found ourselves nestled in the beautiful high country of Colorado. It was fortunate I was not back in Oklahoma or Texas this week or I would have missed out on this soulful family encounter.
The splendor of the Rocky Mountains and the clear lake before us was the perfect escape for me and since Danny was on leave, what better way to spend the 4th of July than to be with a soldier in the US Army and his little boy, I thought. I have not seen him since he returned from overseas and we had some catching up to do. It seemed appropriate we got reacquainted on this hallowed holiday and it made this 4th of July a little more special to me. In fact I have not spoken with him at length for quite some time since he joined the US Army 15 years ago and I was eager to hear of his exploits.
Little Mikey, his 10 year old son, was brimming with excitement and could hardly wait to get his line in the water. Of course I took Bear the Wonder Dog my 200lbs+ English Bull Mastiff and the two of them raced to the waters edge. Dan and I humped in all the gear as the sun sparkled on the very inviting water. I noticed Dan was quiet and I could tell he had many things on his mind so we both puffed our politically incorrect cigarettes in silence for a bit. We stopped and gazed at the mountains as the clouds caressed the peaks. Than with a sigh of relief he said, “I love the sight of those mountains”. We gazed at them as the hawks soaring above and the medicine was good.
Breaking our trance; we could hear Mikey yelling at us old buzzards to get moving. Bear was already in the water trying to chase some elusive Canadian geese. As I looked at my nephew it was obvious he was not the little kid I used to toss in the air anymore, he was a man. It was more than apparent he was carrying some emotional baggage as well. I was aware of his wife dying leaving him a single parent and being in the military only compounded the burdens Dan had to cope with. Dealing with my own issues along with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder I knew that it would be up to him to address what was burning up inside of him, if he chose to. Within my tradition I was compelled to make a prayer for Danny as we walked towards the lake. It was a perfect place to pray since we were within natures embrace.
We set up “our base camp” according to Danny and I got Mike’s pole rigged up and off he went. Dan began to loosen up a bit as we both made a toast to America and all the servicemen and women who could not join us. We set up our poles as we surveyed the lake for that special spot to drop our lines. Then as we walked around the shore line Dan began to open up. I listened as he told me of some of his issues and it was clear he was concerned for his little boy. The loss of his wife weighed heavily on him and he was also worried about his military career and the possibility of being redeployed. Sending Mikey to his sister was an option if he went to Afghanistan. There is no question this was a very hard pill for him to swallow and he only had 5 more years to go before he retired. He loved serving his country but he also loved his motherless son. That was a hard one but I made sure he realized how proud the family was of his military service but also shared some insights since I was a single parent in the past.
I offered him some fatherly advice but left the door open for him to make his own choices. Granted I had a heads up from my brother who filled me in on his son’s plight. Though he brushed off some of his military exploits they still haunted him but his primary concern was his son Mikey. Then we got busy as our lines hit the water. Mikey caught the first rainbow and I learned that it was his first fish ever. Like a page in Huckleberry Fin, Mico came up to us with a giant smile and this fish flapping around on the line. Dan immediately assisted his kid as I watched. Danny was all smiles as he and Mikey struggled to get the hook out of the fish. Then Danny said, “I love this place”. It did my heart good to see him smile in earnest knowing his concerns.
In a way, I was envious since I was missing my kids as well and watching Danny and Mikey reminded me of our outdoor adventures that seemed like ages ago. I remembered how the bears poked around our camp as we watched from inside my brother’s giant Lance camper. The bears ricked the camper like a salt shaker before moving on. I remembered my son Abe could catch fish with his hands making all my Field and Stream accoutrements. I think it was the mystic of the Rocky Mountains that held dear the memory of my parenting years. I knew Danny’s memories of Mikey’s first fish would also be preserves in the majestic peaks in the years to come. Little Mikey would forever embrace this day for a lifetime.
Maybe it was watching his son catch his first fish or possibly the splendor of the Rocky Mountains that loosened the strangle hold in Danny’s inner thoughts. In any event he began to laugh and tell jokes while reminiscing some of his lighter adventures in the armed forces. It was more than apparent he loved working on “Gun Ships” and he was very proud of his crew. Then the rain came but there was no stopping the “Three Amigos” for we were combat fishing as if we were on the Susitna River during king season. Though this was not Alaska it was every bit as beautiful and for a moment in time it was a little piece of heaven. He confided in me later that he was not sure if he would get into fishing because of his emotional state. But from all indications it did him good to go fishing with his uncle for the weekend. He still faced some daunting challenges in life but he seemed to be in a better frame of mind towards the end of the weekend.
I must admit it did me good as well for I was endeared by my memories of being papa for I loved raising my family and I was a single parent with 3 kids. It was the best job I ever had and it changed my life in many ways, for the better, and I believe it will be Danny’s as well. Time would be the task master but fishing and the Colorado outdoors would also be a part of the equation since I think Dan found some sanctuary in the Rockies. Nature’s medicine lifted our spirits and cleared the fog that muddles ones thoughts and it gave us more focus on what is important in life. Danny found solace and communed with his child and I stepped on some fresh bear crap reminding me that nature continued to rule in the wilds of the Rockies.
As the weekend drew to a close Mikey was not eager to leave but Danny chimed in making plans to come back to the high country and his uncles house next weekend. Danny told me about a few lakes on base we could try in the future with camping facilities and the whole nine yards. As he spoke I began to see the little boy I once knew almost 40 years ago. The spark in his eyes returned as he and his boy made plans to explore more lakes and other sites in the majestic Rockies’. Mikey was all smiles after they loaded up since they decided to watch the fireworks on base and enjoy the remainder of the holiday weekend, father and son. I don’t think Danny found all the answers he seeks but I think he found a place where he can ponder the questions that weigh heavily on his mind and that’s a start. Funny what a little fishing trip in the Rockies can do eh.
Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair
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Buffalohair, General Than Shwe Threatens Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, Again

2011-06-30T23:23:00.000-07:00

General Than Shwe Threatens Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, Again

Though General Thein Sein was proclaimed president of Burma in one of several sham elections perpetrated by the criminal cartel of Burma, General Than Shwe still calls the shots from Naypyidaw. Just remember it was under Than Shwe’s orders his top generals “retire” and form political parties in advance of the bogus election of 2010. Many people were quietly threatened, murdered or incarcerated in the process to pull off this election scam and their blood still stains the streets. The hopelessly corrupt Constitutional Referendum of 2008 paved the way for this theatrical performance. Now Than Shwe has resumed his war against Daw Aung San Suu Kyi and the National League for Democracy in earnest, via his minion of course. Than Shwe deserves an Oscar for ‘Best Fiction’.

There is no question Than Shwe’s fingerprints are all over the latest push to quash Suu Kyi and the *NLD’s political aspirations. General Thein Sein, relegated to the ranks of gardener, has no real influence and must take orders like the other disingenuous generals turned politicians. That is the cold hard fact of life in contemporary Burmese politics. Than Shwe’s xenophobic fear of democracy, Suu Kyi and the NLD is a real cause for concern because of the planned visit to **Pagan. It would not be the first time Than Shwe orchestrated an unprovoked and bloody assault on his opposition. Ultimately the International Criminal Court will determine Thein Sein’s total involvement Burma’s ongoing holocaust. But alas it will be Than Shwe who has the most blood on his hands for he continues to kill. Nothing has changed in Burma except for the civil wars in the north.

The junta’s relaxing of censorship laws was very short lived but no one really believed the press would be allowed to print anything that remotely resembled the truth. Even a simple photo of Suu Kyi on a magazine cover was slammed by the censorship board. Than Shwe’s soldiers continue to rape and murder Kachin, Karen and other ethnic civilians in barbaric flare, hidden in plane site. So nothing has changed on the humanitarian front either. The only hope for Burma is when the people finally unite as one regardless of race or religion against a common enemy. Than Shwe’s ultimate weapon to divide and conquer using race and religion as a weapon would be neutralized. In any event Burma’s destiny lies in the hands of her own people for the world has proven to be impotent but their rhetoric of support sounded good.

It’s time for a Burmese Spring.

* http://www.irrawaddy.org/article.php?art_id=21594

** http://www.irrawaddy.org/article.php?art_id=21604

Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair

Buffalohair, American Shame: Hate Crimes in Nevada go Unabated in the Land of the Free

2011-06-30T18:34:00.000-07:00

American Shame: Hate Crimes in Nevada go Unabated in the Land of the Free

Bonta Photo

Imagine going to a gas station and being accosted by Skin Head Nazi Thugs, then as law enforcement arrives at this egregious hate crime one of the hooligans proclaims;“You hear those cops coming? They’re not going to help you. My daddy is a cop in this town, and nothing is going to happen to me. You fucking niggers are going to jail.”

The town in question is Fernley Nevada and the hooligan in question is Jacob Cassell the son of a prominent local law enforcement officer. Though the Bonta family was accosted with bats and other instruments of death critically injuring family members the perpetrators were released on the scene by local sheriff’s deputies. In a well written accounting of this event in *Indian Country Today, written by Velerie Taliman, the story gets much worse since justice was far from served and the perpetrators continue to wreak havoc on ethnic minorities within this region. I will not reinvent the wheel so I advise my readers to log onto Indian Country Today for the bare bones faces about this crime of hate. This deserves the attention of the United Nations and possibly the International Criminal Court since the Paiute Nation is a sovereign nation as prescribed by the United Nations and this victimized family is members of the sovereign Paiute Nation.

I follow news stories from around the world where human beings are victimized by criminal factions within government and industry and this fetid event should be recognized by the people of the world. Though this event occurred within the confines of the continental United States it does not mean this callous disregard for human rights should be ignored. The local officials must be held accountable for the conduct of their law enforcement agencies since it was more than apparent justice was not served and racial bias prevailed. Since I have family living in the Pyrimde Lake and Duck Valley regions of Nevada I find this to be a personal affront to my sensibilities since it is hard to define the line between objective journalism and pure anger. I am not a happy camper.

Now I am addressing my readers from around the world and urge them to take a stand against this tyranny and the officials who continue to ignore this travesty of justice. This is wrong on all levels and for one of the criminals to be the son of a law enforcement officer, immunity to the laws of the land is unconscionable. The fact Jacob Cassell is a hate mongering skin head only exacerbates the issue there is wholesale disregard for the indigenous communities throughout America. This event opens up a most hurtful can of worms within all indigenous communities through out the Americas at the very least for this event is common place and under reported by the mainstream media.

It would behoove my readers to sign the petition I am including in this story but also to contact the United Nations and all political figures responsible for the promotion of human rights around the world for the United States is not above the law. In a statement made by Jacob he called us “Niggers” but I must contest since the proper term is “Tree Nigger”, a name I was raised with since the 1950’s. And it is my promise I will expose Jacob and the chain of authoritarian figures who allowed the Bonta family to suffer because of the color of their skin. If justice is not served the names of all the politicians who ignore this egregious crime against humanity will be known to the world for they are now under the microscope on a global scale.

To the City Counsel of Fernley Nevada, please be advised this is no longer a local issue but an international one. You are now known to the world and your conduct will be scrutinized for this was a travesty of justice, bada bing, bada bang, bada boom.

Indian Country Today Article:
* http://indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com/2011/06/native-family-attacked-by-skinheads/

News Story:
http://www.mynews4.com/story.php?id=46108&n=122

Petition:
http://www.change.org/petitions/tell-the-governor-of-nevada-brian-sandoval-to-investigate-law-enforcement-in-fernley-nv

City of Fernley
http://www.cityoffernley.org/
Fernley Nevada Mayor Leroy Goodman
City Manager
Greg Evangelatos, AICP
gevavgelatos@cityoffernley.org
———————-
City Attorney
Brandi Jensen
(775)-784-9861
—————-
Secretary
Mary Hardisty
(775)-784-9860
Ward 1-Council Member
Kelly Malloy
kmalloy@cityoffernley.org
(775)-784-9852
——————-
Ward 2-Council Member
Don Parsons, Sr.
dparsons@cityoffernley.org
(775)-784-9853
——————
Ward 3-Council Member
Roy Edgington, Jr.
redgington@cityoffernley.org
(775)-784-9854
——————
Ward 4-Council Member
Curt Chaffin
cchaffin@cityoffernley.org
(775)-784-9855
——————-
Ward 5-Council Member
Cal Eilrich
ceilrich@cityoffernley.org
(775)-784-9856
Fernley City Address:
595 Silver Lace Blvd.
Fernley, NV 89408
(775) 784-9858
Your Devil’s Advocate and Tree Nigger
Buffalohair

Posted by littlerunningdeer on June 30, 2011 at 11:37 pm
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Buffalohair, The ARC of the Pikes Peak Region Annual Dinner: Entering the Star Gate

2011-05-30T18:05:00.000-07:00

The ARC of the Pikes Peak Region Annual Dinner: Entering the Star Gate

On May 21st The ARC of the Pikes Peak Region held and annual dinner and awards ceremony at the palatial Crowne Plaza Hotel. For those of you not aware of The ARC, it is an advocacy group dedicated to serving developmentally and intellectually challenged people of all age groups. They provide education and opportunities to people who would normally fall through the cracks in society. In any event I was there to do follow up interviews pertaining to the Joe Arridy story, an intellectually challenged person who was wrongfully executed many years ago. But what I discovered at the banquet was truly out of this world.

I’ve covered many stories from around the world and have grown quite cynical since humanity for the most part has been displaced by the concerns of material consequence. Fortunately this was not the case in Colorado Springs, Colorado on this hallowed night. Personally it was more like entering the proverbial Star Gate and being whisked away to a different universe inhabited by truly benevolent beings. The banquet was superb with the grace and elegance of a truly royal gathering. There was entertainment provided by Phil Taylor and the Bottom Line that added the perfect touch to this gala event. The meal was excellent and earned a 5 star rating from a culinary point of view.

Executive director Teddi Roberts gave a riveting speech along with other wonderfully talented people of this organization. World renowned Philanthropist and humanitarian Robert Perske and Terri Roberts awarded Denver Attorney David Martinez the first ever Robert Perske Justice for All Award for his invaluable efforts in garnering a pardon for Joe Arridy (Photo). Governor Bill Ritter sent a personal video message to ARC and honored the descendants of attorney Gail Ireland, the attorney who fought in vain to save the life of Joe Arridy. The event was not centered on Joe Arridy though but a multitude of accomplishments this truly noble organization, its members and donors were involved in over the last year. But what stole the show for me was the honors given to the beautiful people The ARC were dedicated to.

The smiles of joy these wonderful human beings gave as they received their awards were ever so endearing. I found it hard to hold back the tears as they gleamed with pride for they truly faced down and conquered their disabilities to become an integral part of society. In a world that has become deaf to the cries of the innocent it was refreshing earnest and selflessness. If only I could take them back through the Star Gate to the world from which I reside. They could teach our primitive life forms the lessons of kindness and understanding, what a wonderful planet it could be. But alas, this is only science to be among true champions of humanity on this stellar night. I was surely on another galaxy where people cared for one another in fiction for the planet I live does not comprehend nor is capable of understanding the axiom of love and compassion. Besides, I would not want to run the risk of contaminating something as pure and beautiful as The ARC and all their inhabitance.

Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair

Joe Arridy Legacy: In the Presence of Greatness (buffalohairarchivesblog.wordpress.com)
Dan Leonetti Keeps a Promise to Little Joe Arridy (littlerunningdeer.wordpress.com)
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Buffalohair, Joe Arridy Legacy: In the Presence of Greatness

2011-05-20T21:58:00.000-07:00

Joe Arridy Legacy: In the Presence of Greatness

In death there is life and nothing could better epitomize this like the gathering on May 19th sponsored by The ARC Pikes Peak Region Colorado Springs when Little Joe’s grave site was re-dedicated. The sad and tragic tale of a mentally disadvantaged person (Joe Arridy) who was wrongfully executed for the rape and murder of a little girl 72 years ago bore unexpected fruit. Though the valiant efforts to save Joe from the gallows by attorney Gail Ireland were in vain he laid the groundwork for future champions of humanity to pick up where he left off. Now Little Joe has been posthumously pardoned by the noble Governor of Colorado Bill Ritter in this historic ground breaking event but the story does not end here.

The moment I began to covering the Joe Arridy story in 2007 I found myself surrounded by greatness and nobility in the world of humanity. Richard Vorrhees sociologist/anthropologist presented a simply yet poignant poem by Marguerite Young about Joe, *“The Clinic,” to renowned author and humanitarian **Robert Perske (Photo) and in doing so he reincarnated the spirit of Little Joe in 1992. Enraged by such a travesty of justice Mr. Perske wrote a book, **“Deadly Innocence” that chronicled the life and death of Joe Arridy in an era where mob rule, ego and lies influenced the judiciary. The story was compelling in many ways since it also exposed a dark side of American history where hatred and prejudice was the norm and socially acceptable. I would not have been privy to such humanitarians if it were not for Daniel Sanchez Leonetti author of the award winning screenplay “Woodpecker Waltz”, an epic accounting of Little Joe Arridy’s journey to Death Row.

I began to document the journey of Joe Arridy’s story and in the process I became spellbound by everyone involved in the fight to exonerate him. Through the lenses of my camera I witnessed the spirit of Joe Arridy as his message of loving and innocence took on a life of its own. Though his personal life was a tragedy his spirit enchanted everyone involved in this ever evolving project. From Craig Severa of ARC placing a grave stone on Little Joe’s grave to the moment Daniel Leonetti conceived an idea to garnering a pardon for Little Joe I was hooked. The unseen power and dynamic of Little Joe’s spirit was truly alive and living in all of us and continues to this day. Then Antonio Sanchez, Daniel’s cousin, contacted his dear friend and Denver attorney David Martinez to see if he could accomplish the impossible, a posthumous pardon for Joe. Mr. Martinez became driven and worked tirelessly like a man possessed, then he achieved the impossible and Joe was pardoned by Colorado Governor Bill Ritter. It was as if the spirit of Gail Ireland came to finish his work through David. When Mr. Martinez learned of the pardon there were no words to describe the elation this brilliant attorney felt.

Pryor to the gravesite re-dedication, on May 18th at the Pioneer Museum in Colorado Springs ARC sponsored “A Conversation about Joe” where all the parties involved in the Joe Arridy cause came to speak. It was at this time I was introduced to Terri Bradt the grand daughter of attorney Gail Ireland. It was apparent she was a chip off the ole block and I was enriched from our meeting. Both she and her husband Terry were warm, gracious and truly royalty within this gathering since it was her grandfather Gail Ireland who laid the groundwork for Joe Arridy’s pardon. Terri also gave me some invaluable insights in her grandfather’s history since he did not let any grass grow under his feet and became Attorney General for two distinguished terms in Colorado. He also bartered multi-state water agreements in the Rocky Mountain region and has become a legend within legal circles as well as an intrinsic part of Colorado and US history. Ms. Bradt wrote a book titled, ****“Gail Ireland, Colorado Citizen Lawyer” that chronicled Mr. Ireland’s many accomplishments and as I mentioned earlier, he laid the groundwork for Little Joe’s pardon. His tireless contribution to this cause was invaluable to Mr. Martinez and other researchers.

The frosting on the proverbial cake was when Ms. Bradt spoke of her beloved grandfather Gail Ireland. The personal insights about this champion of justice were priceless and gave us all a glimpse of who he was as a human being, a loving grandpa. Surely I was walking among true nobility and it was a good thing I had my camera rolling to capture it all since this was history in the making. There was a bit of irony for Terri and her husband as they toured around Southern Colorado though. They informed me that they encountered some negative feedback over the pardon of Joe Arridy since some people still purported his guilt or were not convinced Little Joe was innocent. In essence she and her husband got to sample some of the closed mindedness her grandfather endured while struggling to save Joe’s life from extermination. Fortunately they were undeterred by this chance encounter and the people who rambled on about the case were not aware of whom this couple was. I found it darkly humorous in my crusty sardonic way. Imagine, after 72 years and reams of data proving Joe was innocent some boneheads still had doubts. How far beyond stupid is that eh?

But no story about Joe Arridy would be complete without mentioning my friend and colleague Robert Perske. This vibrant man is truly a champion of the weak and innocent for he continues to be the driving force and inspiration to everyone he encounters. His eloquent and endearing manner is deceiving and conceals the fact he is also determined and dedicated warrior in the causes of humanity. He is a titan among the mere mortals who dares to cross his path and he’s an articulate adversary indeed. It was said he has large wings and it is an honor to have been accepted into his fold. He introduced me to a colleagues of his, the vivacious Anne Treimanis who built a web site dedicated to Joe Arridy simply called *****“Friends of Joe Arridy”. She had compiled many facts about the case and this site has become a bastion for those who stand for the cause of justice and human rights. I later learned she was a very prominent and successful attorney within the state she resides and one tough cookie in the courtroom. But she, like the rest of us, was smitten by the unbridled loving innocence Little Joe emanated up until he took his last breath. In all actuality Joe is very much alive and well living in the hearts of all who come to know him.

There are others I have not mentioned yet including the descendants of Joe Arridy, Maria Tucker and Angelina Sanchez for their stories are very compelling indeed and deserve more than a paragraph. Maria has archived Joe’s story and court documents in the library she works but this and other stories will be told when it is all said and done in the days to come. For now I still have a banquet to attend and more interviews to film because this story is not done for it is evolving as of this writing. And in the midst of all this greatness are three crusty injun dudes, Daniel, Antonio and me. At least we were not mistaken for the pool cleaners eh.

Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair

* http://www.friendsofjoearridy.com/The_Poem.html
** http://www.robertperske.com/
*** http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Innocence-Robert-Perske/dp/0687006155/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1306017270&sr=1-1-fkmr0
**** http://www.terribradt.com/gail-ireland.htm
***** http://www.friendsofjoearridy.com/index.html

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Enjoy the Adventures From The Beginning to the Ending of Treasure Map Stories by Buffalohair

2011-01-01T11:22:00.000-08:00

Tuesday, October 20, 2009 was our last story. Go to Older Posts! It would be more fun to start at the Beginning :)

I did share a few links of News Stories from Buffalohair and about His Music Shows to show the diversity of his writings and his talent.

Treasure Map Stories by Buffalohair

After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure.

Start of Treasure Hunt,

Buffalohair, Now that Aung San Suu Kyi is Back

2010-11-20T19:30:00.001-08:00

Now that Aung San Suu Kyi is Back

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Buffalohair, Welcome Back Daw Aung San Suu Kyi !!

2010-11-14T06:29:00.000-08:00

Welcome Back Daw Aung San Suu Kyi !!

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Buffalohair, Worldwide Participation to Say NO to Burmas Sham Election

2010-11-06T07:16:00.001-07:00

Buffalohair, Worldwide Participation to Say NO to Burmas Sham Election

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Buffalohair, Joe and the UFO, A Book Review

2010-10-29T10:07:00.000-07:00

Buffalohair, Joe and the UFO, A Book Review

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2010-03-30T23:01:00.001-07:00

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2010-03-12T21:28:00.000-08:00

Mingalaba Show

Posted in Entertainment with tags Little Burma Show, Mingalaba Show, Smooth Show on March 7, 2010 by buffalohair

Well, the Mingalaba, Smooth and Little Burma Shows are on pause right now. So to make up for it! Buffalohair is placing tons of Music Videos at, Buffalohair Entertainment!

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2009-12-12T16:20:00.000-08:00

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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 3:59 pm Post subject: Rivkah and Betty were laughing when they finally made their way to the bottom of the stairs. As they stepped off the last rise Mona appeared from out of nowhere. Mona’s sudden appearance startled Rivkah but Betty had another response to Mona’s arrival. She opened her arms as Mona fell into them weeping silently. While holding Mona in her arms Betty gave Rivkah a motherly look. Instantly Rivkah digressed and said,

“I think I’ll just make myself a cup Betty”

Feeling a little bit awkward in the midst of a motherly moment Rivkah quickly assessed the situation downstairs. All the men were playing poker and in deep thought. Maverick was clean as a whistle and the room smelled of cigars and Canadian beer. The men did not notice the drama that unfolded in the stairwell, they just studied their cards. One would grunt and slam down a card then everyone cussed and tossed their cigars around. Rivkah quietly made her way to a big fluffy easy chair near the fireplace. Relieved she found a quiet place away from the smoke she sat down in the big old chair.

Crash! Rivkah sat on the chair and fell through the bottom since the cushions were gone. She screamed as she fell through the chair while pillows cover and extra blankets flew around the living room. Startled Rivkah looked up only to see the faces of everyone in the house looking down at her. The kids even woke up wanting to know what was going on. Even teary eyed Mona was trying not to crack a smile over Rivkah’s crash. Then Betty spoke;

“Are you ok?”

Then everyone tried to assist her in getting out of the lounge chair. In the back ground Antonio and Miguel were bickering;

Antonio said;

“Ok, pay up Miguel”

Grudgingly Miguel handed Antonio some money as Antonio continued;

“I told you someone would fall through the chair if you removed the cushions”

“Well I did not expect anyone to be using it this late in the evening. Besides, you wanted to sit on the floor anyway so you should halve the bet”

The twosome laughed as they walked over to the chair with the missing cushions.

“Sorry Rivkah I took the cushions so we could sit on the floor earlier. I did not think anyone would be using the chair right now”, Miguel sheepishly said to Mona.

Then Antonio chimed in;

“EEEE, did you mean right now right now?

Later Mona approached Rivkah as she sat drinking her coffee with Betty.

“Rivkah, I want to thank you for cleaning up my mess and apologize for how I acted earlier. Sometimes my temper gets the best of me”

Rivkah responded;

“That’s ok Mona there is no need to apologize”

Again, in the back ground you could hear Antonio and Miguel snickering. It caught the attention of Betty who sternly turned around and looked directly at Antonio and said;

“OK you guy’s, what are you up to now?”

Holding back laughter Antonio answered.

“Umm, we were just making a small wager on how long it would take before Mona buffed Maverick up again. Oh, and sorry about the cushions Rivkah”

“You guys are shameless” retorted Betty

Then with pride Miguel and Antonio stood up, their arms around each other in a sign of camaraderie, and said;

“We are as shameless as it gets!”
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2009-10-20T03:13:00.000-07:00

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After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure.

Start of Treasure Hunt,
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 5:10 pm Post subject:

As everyone was finding a place to sit Antonio chimes in;“Oh oh, its fry bread verses Betty Crocker Pancakes eh Miguel?”
Miguel started laughing and the two of them unpacked their bags as if they were searching for something.
The sound from outside was of an argumentative nature as Mona and Maverick spoke in loud but muffled tones. Rivkah continued to assist Betty in preparing coffee and cake for the guests. Sal was rescued from the awkward moment as Phil handed him a photo of a motorcycle and said;
This is my Harley. Course it’s not like your motor bike with all them fancy gizmo’s and all. It’s a bare bones old timer with a jockey shift. Eves dropping, Betty retorted;
“You mean suicide don’t you Phil?”
Ignoring the sound of a trash can being tossed around and the bickering from the outside Sal commented on the photo;
“Wow, this is a Panhead. I haven’t seen one of these in quite a while. Do you still have this scooter around?”
The noise was getting louder and more cans were being thrashed around outside.
Rivkah was not sure how to handle the commotion but she looked to Betty for a hint of direction. Feeling Rivkah’s uneasiness she spoke;
Oh don’t worry about those two. They will eventually iron things out. Any minute the two of them will walk inside as if nothing has happened, just watch.
Gazing at the picture of the motorcycle, Phil told Sal;
“Once the clash of the titans is through I’ll show her to yea. She is parked next to my big wrecker in the shop. She ain’t nothing fancy but she runs like a top, course I had to do some modifications since I bought it back in 68’.”
Sal looked at the picture then turned his head towards the door where the sound of WW III was waging.
Unperturbed the kids were gathered around Antonio and Miguel as they handed out gifts and candy. Excitedly the kids accepted the presents and eagerly ate the candies. Then the outside banter stopped and dead silence befell the once tumultuous meeting. Then the door flew open and Mona was the first to step inside the house. Seizing the moment Antonio said;
“Hey, the ax murderer returns!”
Mona, with a plastic smile, said in a calm voice;
“We’re ok, just had to iron out a few things first, isn’t that right Mav?”
Stepping into the door, his shirt and hair messed up and a bit red faced, and said in an equally plastic tone of voice;
“Oh yes, everything is just fine”
Still laughing Miguel retorted;
“EEEEEEEEE, at least I don’t see any blood eh. You got off easy, this time.”
Maverick smiled coldly as he tried to act with composure. Mona’s hair and clothing were just as dislocated as Mav’s. The two of them sat at different ends of the big dinning room table with chilling smiles.
The room began to smell of fresh perked coffee as Rivkah distributed the cups on the table. When she was done she was making her way to the coffee pot when Mona offered;
“No, I’ll get it. Would you like a cup Mav?”
“Umm, ok, yeah sure I’ll take a cup” He said hesitantly.
Firmly grabbing the coffee pot Mona made a bee line to where Maverick was sitting”
The room froze as Mona stormed over to Maverick’s end of the table.
Quietly and snickering Antonio told his brother;
“I have 10 bucks on loco sister”
Laughing to himself, Miguel agreed and the two of them waited with anticipation for the final outcome.
Sal was looking read hard at the photo now. He was at a loss as to how to respond or act. Rivkah was equally at a loss as Mona got closer and closer to Maverick.
Phil reached for a kitchen towel and tossed it to Betty in silence when Mona began to pour Maverick a cup of coffee. Maverick tightened up as she poured but nothing out of the ordinary happened. In the corner of Sal’s eye he could see Antonio hand Miguel a 10 dollar bill. Rivkah was relieved that Mona did not dump the coffee on Mavericks lap, so was Maverick.
Maverick looked to Mona and meekly said;
“Thank you”
She glared back at him with her frosty smile and said;
“It was nothing”
Then under her breath she retorted;
“Believe me”
Looking for an exit strategy Sal immediately asked Phil if he could see the Harley and the two of them made a hasty exit. Betty hollered;
“Chicken”
In an effort to quell the artificial silence Rivkah grabbed the plate of cake and made her was to Mavericks side of the table. Betty made an motion to stop her but it was to late. As Rivkah approached Maverick Mona grabbed the cake from the plate and smashed it on Mavericks face. Rivkah scurried over to Betty’s side in search of safety.
Then a genuine smile befell Mona as she pranced to her end of the table. Maverick sat there for a moment then licked his lips and said;
“MMMM, I like the walnuts Betty”
In the corner of the room Antonio and Miguel were still snickering and Antonio said;
“OK Miguel, fork over my 10 bucks”
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 9:11 pm Post subject:

Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 9:11 pm Post subject:

Mona did not help Betty and Rivkah clean up after supper. Which really did not surprise Rivkah any. The guys helped clear the table and took out trash for Betty. They showed a lot of respect for her. Rivkah wondered if anyone would get any rest tonight after all the excitement of being on pins and needles all evening. Wow! I did not plan for all this to happen! Just to think that I would end up meeting the couple that played leap frog with me down the highways. Here we are all staying as guests together under the same roof! Rivkah tossed and turned as she heard muffled voices outside or in other parts of the house, one sounded like Mona’s as it got louder. I wonder if I will be able to get up early to help Betty? Sleeping in a strange place never was easy. Unless it was falling asleep in a sunny hill side field:) What will happen next with my car and all? This has turned into quite an adventure! She felt some one was close by, then a touch on her arm. She heard Betty whisper, I know you are awake! Want to come down for a cup of hot milk or cocoa? I think there are some ear plugs tucked away in one of the kitchen drawers that we could use. Rivkah could not help but laugh out load as she got up to follow Betty. AnnLRD

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2009-10-20T03:09:00.000-07:00

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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 1:07 pm Post subject:

With tears in his eyes and his hand covering his mouth Sal turned around to see what the commotion was about. He noticed two long haired obviously Native American men standing at the entrance of the cantina. Then he heard Mona yell;

“Well I’ll be go to hell, it’s Greneudo Productions! What are you subversives doing out of custody? I though the fed’s locked you boys up and threw away the key”

Still smiling Antonia retorted;

“Yeah, when they discovered we liked the free food and no rent they threw us out. Miguel found a love interest and almost stayed”

At that moment Miguel punched Antonio in the side and vehemently said;

“No way, that was your romance Antonio. I saw how you was blowing kisses to that trustee. Gawd, you was the one singing for them”

For a moment they both stared at each other in silence then the duo broke out in hysterical laughter then Antonio continued with their story.

“I think we blew the cops minds since they tried to intimidate us by tossing us in the holding cell with all those killers and street people. Holay, they were more real then the people on the outside. That really freaked out the guards when they found us making prayers for the prisoners in the cell. It was cool since all the inmates thanked us for offering our prayers to them.

LOL, Even the jailhouse snitch thanked us for the prayer”

Mona walked up to Antonia and Miguel and gave them each a hug and a kiss. It was obvious the pair were her very close friends as well as popular in this group of people. The crowd resumed in the festivities as Mona and her friends caught up on old gossip.

“So really, what finally happened to you guys after the bust?” said Mona.

Miguel spoke;

“They dropped the charges after the ACLU stepped in with a copy of the Constitution in their hands. We had a right to assembly and we did have a permit. But I think it was the army of news reporters that really cinched it for us or Antonio would be carving hearts out of soap right now”

Then Antonio whispered to Mona;

“Who is that guy covering his mouth and staring at you? He does not look to happy”

Immediately Mona motioned for Sal to come and join the group then she said;

“Antonio, Miguel I’d like you to meet my friend Fran, I mean Sal. Sal, I’d like you to meet my brothers Antonio and Miguel, they are totally insane”

Sal walked up to them and said;

“They can’t be any more insane than you Mona. Hi I’m Sal, it’s nice to meet the both of you”

“Are you guys heading up to El Rito for the gathering this week?” Antonio queried.

With an astonished look on her face Mona said;

“El Rito? We just blew into town today after fighting a snow storm. This is the first time I’ve been in Trinidad. I’m still amazed I ran into you guys”

“Mona, you and Sal are invited to our gathering at El Rito this weekend. You have to come, it’s been a long time and I think you’d really like it there.

Miguel, I think we just found our fry-bread queen. Mona can make fry-bread to die for eh.

Oh, by the way, you’ve just been drafted so you have to come now” quipped Antonio.

Curiously Sal asked;

“I’m a bit confused, what is El Rito, a bar or something?”

In a more serious tone Antonio explained;

“Oh no, El Rito is not a bar. Fact is it’s far from that my friend. El Rito is the home of my ancestors. It’s the place my people settled after the riots in the Pueblos in Taos New Mexico back in the 1800’s. It’s a very sacred place for us”

Miguel asked;

“Mona, what brings you to this neck of the woods? This is a long way from Oklahoma for you isn’t it?”

“We are looking for a place called Cibola and its up in the mountains somewhere around here. Check this map out”

Antonio grabbed the map and studied it intently. He showed it to Miguel then said;

“Look right here Miguel, it shows El Rito. Wow, this is wild, where did you find this eh?”

Somewhat embarrassed she said;

“Oh it’s a long story but here we are and maybe you can help us find this place since you live here”

“Well if I knew where Cibola was I would not be driving my rez truck. You’re looking for the Seven Cities of Gold. But first things first, where are you guys staying?” Antonio said.

Sal chimed in;

“We just got here and this is our first stop. Where is a good motel for us to stay at?”

With a look of surprise Antonio said;

“You guys are with us now so you don’t have to worry about any motel. We are headed to Indian Betty and Phil’s house then we will head to the casa”

Mona’s eyes got big as she responded to Antonio’s answer;

“Indian Betty and Phil Talking Bear, you mean they live here too? Gawd, I have not seen them in ages. This is unbelievable”

“Mona, you need to get out more. They lived here forever and there are other people you know who live up the river you might want to see as well. They will be at El Rito.

You guys follow us to Betty and Phil’s. What are you driving?” said Antonio.

With pride Sal said;

“That’s my Harley outside”

Almost on queue Antonio and Miguel started laughing and Antonio said;

“We were wondering who was crazy enough to ride a motorcycle in a spring snow storm. And to think you thought Mona was crazy”

After a short drive across the Victorian town they all arrived at Phil’s shop. Mavericks rig was parked outside along with the normal assortment of vehicles.

Betty and Rivkah along with the other guests in the house heard the noise of the vehicles as they approached. Phil and Maverick came out of the shop when they heard the commotion as well.

Antonio and Miguel lead the procession as everyone came together. Wiping her hands on her apron Betty walked up to Antonio and Miguel and gave them a warm hug. Then Betty spotted Mona and said;

“Oh my goodness, look Phil its Mona. Get over here girl, I want to take a look at you”

Phil was elated to see Mona and he came to Betty’s side and joined in a family hug. Mona was moved fore she had tears flowing from her eyes as she came to Betty. It was a very warm and loving reunion for the three of them.

Then Maverick stepped out of the Shadows looking directly at Mona. Then Mona saw Maverick and returned the stare. There was no words for a moment that seemed to last a lifetime. Then in unison Mona and Maverick said each others names;

“Mona?”

“Maverick?”

Everyone including the dogs fell silent as Mona and Maverick gazed at each other. Rivkah and Sal felt very awkward and the silence was deafening.

Catching the moment Betty rallied everyone except Mona and Maverick into the house for coffee and small talk. It was obvious Mona and Maverick knew each other. It was also obvious they were both surprised to see each other.

Once in the house Betty recruited Rivkah to help her make coffee and break out some cake. As Rivkah was getting the coffee cups from the cabinet she quietly asked who Mona was.

In a very hushed tone Betty said;

“Mona is the sister of Maverick’s wife”
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:12 am Post subject: As Rivkah sat in her car waiting she could hear a distant rumble. It was getting louder and louder. Then the noise stopped so she continued to sip her coffee and nosh on her treat. Then as she sat passing the time she heard a loud horn. The sound was so loud and abrupt she literally leaped out of her skin spilling her coffee. Then she looked in her rear view mirror and saw nothing but a gigantic bumper and part of a massive grill.

Frightened by what she thought was a moving truck she frantically tried to start her car. She began to fumble with the keys and cursing in Hebrew nervously.

“Oy Vey, I’m going to be crushed like the glass at Morey’s wedding”

The car would not start but she still was struggling with the key when she heard a tap on the glass. She looked out the window and saw this tall hulk of a man dressed in western attire, clean neat and had nicely trimmed hair mustache and mutton chops. The man was smiling as she rolled down the window and he said in a calm voice;

“Are you Rivkah? I’m Maverick and this car is a smoke bomb. When you passed me all I saw was smoke. Looks like rings to me”

Still a bit confused she asked;

“What, what are you talking about?”

Maverick explained;

“The engine, it may be smoking because your piston rings are shot or it could be the valves. Pop the hood and let me take a look-see”

She opened the hood and Maverick stuck his head into the engine compartment. He was there for a few minutes when Rivkah got out of the car and joined him in the front. He looked at her shaking his head. She asked;

“What’s wrong?”

He began to explain what the problem was when another truck pulled up along side his rig. It was an ugly yellow Cab Over truck with duct tape on one of the fenders. Rivkah and Maverick just looked at the truck as the driver jumped out of the cab. He was a portly man wearing shorts and his shirt was stained with food. He was unkept and had a foul smell about him. With a sinister look in his eyes he said;

“So this is the gal who joined out parade eh. Boy you’re a cute little thing. Looks like you scored Maverick but do I get a finders fee? How about a little kiss for ole Stacy…”

At that moment Maverick stepped out from in front of the car and in-between Rivkah and the vulgar driver. As Maverick got closer it was obvious Maverick was taller and more than this rude driver wanted to cope with. Maverick put his arm on the guys shoulder and politely asked him to walk around the trailer so they could “talk”. The two of them disappeared behind the trailer. In a minute or two both came out from behind the trailer. The portly driver had a different expression on his face as he approached Rivkah and said in an intimidated voice;

“Miss, I would like to apologize for the statement I made earlier. I was out of line and I’m sorry”

Still not sure what to make of all this Rivkah accepted his apology. Then the driver looked towards Maverick and said;

“Are we square Mav?”

With a quiet nod of his head Maverick acknowledged the groveling remorseful drivers query. In an instant he was back into his truck and in a few minutes he was clean out of sight. Turning towards Rivkah Maverick continued his conversation;

“I think you blew a head gasket since you have oil in your water and the side of the motor is covered in oil. I checked the fluid levels and found that you don’t have any oil left in the motor. Did the engine make any weird sound?”

“Yes it did as a matter of fact. When I pulled into the truck stop the motor was making a loud hammering sound. Why, is that bad?” she said.

Maverick sighed;

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I think your motor is toast. You’re lucky you made it over the hill”

Resigned to the fact her car was dead in the water she pondered her fate;

“Oh my, I was not ready for this. I’ve traveled so far and now I don’t think I will make it to Littleton. This has been such a bad trip, I should have stayed home”

Maverick offered a suggestion;

“There is a garage on the other side of town that is very reasonable. They do emergency road work on Big Trucks and they don’t charge an arm and a leg. If you like I can give them a buzz”

At a loss for any direction of her own she replied;

“I don’t know anyone here, and I am 200 miles from where I need to be. Umm, OK give your friend a call, if you don’t mind”

Then Rivkah began to cry.

“Oh geeze, it’s not that bad. Surely your people will understand if you are broke down. I’ll tell you what, let me give Phil a call and see if he can get you in early and check out your car”

Calming down she agreed then he made the call. After a few minutes of chatting he turned his attention to Rivkah who was lost in thought. With a hint of satisfaction he told the stranded motorist;

“I got some good news and some bad news. I’ll start with the good. Phil’s coming down with the tow truck to haul you into the garage, that’s the good news. Umm, the bad news is Phil can’t get to your car till tomorrow at the very earliest”

Unconsciously Maverick looked at his watch catching Rivkah’s eye. Knowing she must be taking up to much of his time she said;

“Well I don’t want to take up anymore of your time. But I want to thank you for helping me. I really appreciate it. I would not have found a good mechanic to fix my car and…….”

She began to whimper as she came to the reality she was stranded with a broke down car. She was starting to feel very alone. Tugging at Mavericks heart strings the seasoned driver pulled out his cell phone and made a call then looked at Rivkah and said;

“Well, I passed on the load in Fort Morgan. I want to make sure you’re OK before I pull out of here”

Just then a tow truck pulled up and a saintly older man with white hair jumped out of the truck.

“Mav, how the hell are you? I haven’t seen you in a coon’s age. How is the ole Pete running you old sun of a gun?”

The man reached for Mavericks hand to shake it. At that moment Maverick grabbed Phil and gave him a big hug and said;

“Hey pop, it’s so good to see you again. It’s been a while eh”

The old man retorted;

“I’ll say, it’s been at least three years I’ll bet. And you’re looking fit as a fiddle, not bad for an ole gear jammer like you. Is this the filly who’s broke down?”

“Yup, sure is Phil, I told her you was the best in the west” Maverick said.

“Well, let’s take the car to the shop and see if we can breathe some life back into her. You going to stick around and visit for a while or are you going to head back out? You really need to take a break if you’ve been doing what I think you’re still doing”

For a moment Maverick’s expression turned to a look of sadness. He paused then replied;

“You know I can’t lie to you Phil. I’ve been hammering it ever since, you know”

The two old buddies hooked the car to the wrecker. Maverick looked to Rivkah and said;

“Well, I’ll follow you to the garage”

With that statement Rivkah and Phil piled into the tow truck and off they went to the garage. Maverick and his shiny Peterbilt were right behind them.

Phil was a kindly man with a very good heart and Rivkah felt very safe. With curiosity she asked him a question;

“What were you guys talking about back there? What was Maverick hammering or whatever?”

The jovial demeanor disappeared from Phil’s face and he began his oratory;

“Maverick is one hell of a guy but he has not gotten over loosing his wife and kids about three years ago”

Knowingly Rivkah responded;

“Oh, I get it. His wife and kids left him since he was always on the road huh. I heard a trucker’s life is hard on relationships. It’s too bad, he seems like a nice guy”

In a fatherly voice Phil continued;

“Well you’re right; a trucker’s life is spent in the cab of their trucks. Many drivers only spend a hand full of days at home a year while spending the rest of their lives driving, delivering and picking up freight. But that’s not what happened to Mav.

You see, about three years ago his wife and kids were on their way to meet him in Grand Island Nebraska. They were going to spend a week with him on the road since they used to travel with him when school was out. While they were on their way to meet him a car driven by a drunk driver plowed into the side of Mav’s wife’s car. The car burst into flames according to witnesses who tried in vane to rescue them but they died in the fire. Some idiot video taped the accident scene. It was bad news since you could hear the kids and Marge, his wife, screaming in the burning wreckage.

Well, Maverick was at the truck stop waiting for his family. While he was at the truck stop he got wind of a fatal accident down the road. He did not think much about it since drivers see many accidents all the time on the big road. So poor ole Mav waited and waited and waited no Marge and the kids. He called his house, nobody home. Then as he was walking out of the café a roll back tow truck drove in. The truck had his family car or the burnt out hunk sitting on the back. On the floor of the wrecker was the burnt remnants of a stuffed teddy bear with his son’s name on the tag.

The tow truck driver had the video and was going to turn it into the state trooper’s office since someone handed it to him at the scene. Somehow Maverick got hold of the video. It was bad enough he found out the hard way his family was killed but the video let him watch his family burn to death. He heard his kids crying for their daddy, their little arms flailing in the molten mass and flames and his wife plead to G*D to let her die. It was to much. I don’t know how anyone could just tape something like that. I got physically sick when I saw the video.

Me and my son drove out to Nebraska to get Mav and his truck. He was in the police station. He was not arrested or anything. He was in protective custody since he was so grief stricken. Suicide watch or something. For a moment there I thought he was never going to pull out of it. He was cat, umm, catt something”

Rivkah added;

“Do you mean catatonic?”

Phil continued;

“Yeah that’s the word catatonic. The poor guy loved his wife and kids very much, they were his world. He used to take November and December’s off so he could be with his family for the holidays. He used to call it “Quality Dad Time”. Summers you’d see the cab of his Peterbilt filled with his family. They traveled everywhere together for 3 ½ months in the summer. I never saw such a close family like his. They would come and visit us, do laundry and stretch their legs, than off they would go.

We brought him home with us and for a while we thought we lost him. It was one of the saddest things I ever witnessed. He looks good now, like he used to before the accident. But he was nothing but skin and bone. If it were not for my grand son who was 5 at the time Maverick would be dead I believe”

Emotionally torn by the sad tale Rivkah asked;

“Why, what did your grand son do?”

Taking a deep breathe Phil told Rivkah;

Maverick was in the basement bedroom. It was the safest place for him we thought since he could not leave the house without us knowing. Well Mav was almost gone; he was dying little by little since he was starving himself to death. There was no way we or the doctors could snap him out of it. And I was not about to let them take him to the loony bin, course it was getting close I have to admit. Well he was always like an uncle to all the kids in our family and he’r become part of the family over the years. His wife and kids were our like our own as well. So we were hit pretty hard too, but not like Maverick.

Then one day my grandson Joshua managed to get downstairs and into Mav’s room. Don’t know how the little poop butt managed to get down there either. But anyway he crawled into Maverick’s bed and said, “Please uncle Maverick, please don’t die, we love you too” or something like that and while we were watching TV Maverick’s emaciated body managed to make it up the stairs. Little Joshua was yelling “Uncle Maverick is back, Uncle Maverick is back”. We ran to the stairwell and sure as shoot’n there was that ole snuff skeeter crawling up the stairs. And there was Joshua helping the ole boy out.

Gawd, this is hard Rivkah. When I looked down at my buddy he looked up to me and said, “I’m really hungry”, it was the first sensable thing he said in months. As it turned out we fattened him up a bit. Then he hit the concrete sea and has been on the road ever since. All he does is drive Rivkah, all he does is drive. He has paychecks he had not cashed in his sleeper. All he does is pay for fuel and tires and a few groceries. I know he is still running from himself but at least he is healthy other than that. If you did not break down when you did, I might not have seen him for another three years. All he does is just moves cows to market”

With tears in her eyes Rivkah was overwhelmed by the story of her rescuer. It struck a core of her being. Then Phil added more bit of information;

“If you ever get a chance to get in the cab of his truck, there is a locket of hair from each of his kids and his wife’s he has on the sun visor. It’s the only possession he cares about. That stupid tape is in the cubby of the sleeper, I know because I’m a nosey old fart and I poked around the truck before he left. Man, that was over three years ago. Oh, and if you look at the back of his sleeper there is a painting of his wife and kids on it with a caption, They are in heaven and in my heart”

As Phil wheeled the tow truck to a halt, Maverick pulled his rig along side the wrecker and tooted his horn. Out of the back of the house next to the shop several women and a flock of kids ran outside. They were excited and were yelling Maverick’s name. It was a reunion of sorts as they surrounded his rig. People were hugging and embracing him as he jumped out of the truck. It even appeared the dogs were excited to see him.

Rivkah watched as this giant of a man grabbed three kids at a time and give them a big hug. Kids were even holding his legs and the hounds wagged their tails like windshield wipers. The elder woman, Phil’s wife, burst into tears and grabbed Maverick like he was her long lost son as she wept in Maverick’s arms.

With tears mixed with a catty smile the elder woman said;

“I ought to hog tie you to the barn you crazy SOB. Where the heck have you been? I know I know”

Maverick and the old woman said in unison;

“All Over!”

Maverick looked at the old woman up and down and said;

“You’re looking younger every day Betty”

She faked a scowl;

“You are such a liar Maverick, some things never change. You are going to stay for dinner, you know that”

“Yes, Yes, Yes, how can I resist your sweet potato pie, besides I can’t walk away from a free meal?”

Betty turned and said to Rivkah;

“And you young lady are staying for dinner as well”

In a semi whisper Betty asked Maverick;

“And who is this beautiful young lady Mav, hmmmmmmm?”

Slightly embarrassed he said;

“Oh ah, it’s nothing like that Betty she is the stranded motorist I brought. Her car took a dump at the truck stop and I referred her to Phil, that’s all.”

Still looking at Rivkah Betty retorted;

“I like her, she has kind eyes. Maybe it’s time for grand ma to play cupid”

Turning beet red Maverick felt like he was standing buck naked at a church social. All of a sudden he wanted to be invisible. Then Betty went on;

“Rivkah sweetie, Maverick is our highway guardian angel and a good catch I might add. He needs a good woman and shut up Phil, I know what you’re about to say”

Phil looked at Maverick then Betty and finally Rivkah then said;

“I’m keeping out of this one”

Totally embarrassed, Maverick was at a loss for words. He turned slowly to see Rivkah’s reaction. Then he noticed Rivkah was smiling and looking directly at him. Still suffering the open fly syndrome, Maverick wished he could find a rock to crawl under. Then the younger woman said;

“She is a looker Mav”

Thinking to himself he mumbled;

“Somebody shoot me”

Betty called everyone into the house and the crowd obeyed the matriarch of the family and started shuffling inside. The smell of home cooking was wafting in the yard. Paralyzed with embarrassment or fear Maverick stood there hoping to find a graceful exit of some kind. But where on Earth could he run to. Then as the last of the family members made their way back into the house Maverick felt someone grab his arm. It was Rivkah as she lovingly put her arm around him and said;

“Hey Big Strapper, lets have some supper”
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:41 pm Post subject:

Dinner went without a hitch as old friends talked about old times. Maverick told story after story about life on the road and the people he met. Everyone was mesmerized by the tales of adventure as he told of tornados, blizzards and floods he and his rig endured on his travels. He spoke about his truck as if it was his best friend and in some way it was.Rivkah listened intently to his stories as well. This was a part of life she never knew or had any concept of. “So this is the life of a trucker”, she thought as she began to learn more about this mystery man named Maverick. She panned the scene in Phil and Betty’s home. It was like a snapshot of a home back in the 30’s with all the antiques and old yellowing pictures. As if time stood still she found herself looking at all the old photographs. There was a fuzzy old black and white picture of people standing around a wagon. Obviously this was taken back in the 1800’s but she noticed something in the photograph that caught her eye. Standing with these rugged old time mule skinners was a slight woman wrapped in a blanket with a tiny child. Noticing Rivkah’s curiosity Betty chimed in; “That’s my great, great grand mother, Sarah ‘Kicking Fox” Jones’. They say she saved my grand pa’s life on their way to Colorado back in the old days.” Laughing with a sinister glee, Betty continued; “They say she also killed a bandito in the process. Yup, she opened them up with that big ole Bowie Knife on the wall over there next to our wedding picture”. Utterly stunned, Rivkah exclaimed; “Oh my goodness!” Rivkah was almost in a state of shock from what she just heard. Then Betty added more to the story about her granny. Maverick looked to Phil with a knowing glance as they both smiled since they heard this story before. “Grand ma and grand pa were coming out of North Carolina when some outlaw jumped grandpa and shot him in the chest. Leaving him for dead he leaped onto the wagon. That’s when grand ma came to the front of the wagon. Guess he beat her up a bit and I guess he was going to have his way with her when she pulled out that old knife. They say she opened him up like a trout and all his innards fell out. Grief stricken she ran to grand pa and to her surprise he was still breathing. Guess she could hear the wind blowing through his chest since the bullet went right through his lung. She nursed him back to health out in the wilderness and she hunted for the three of them and used herbs to heal his chest wound. They don’t make women like that anymore.” “You’re no slouch yourself ma”, said Phil. “Tell her about the pig-napper you shot.” “You shot someone?” exclaimed the amazed visitor. With a twinkle in her eye Betty acknowledged her Annie Oakley style adventure with a cattle rustler who tried to steal her pig. Rivkah was totally amazed at the pioneer frontiersman candor Betty possessed. She never encountered people outside of the bustling world of the city before so this was novel at best. Curiously she asked Betty; “Did you kill the thief who stole your pig?” Laughingly Betty retorted; “Naw, I was using that old double barreled shotgun over in the corner. It was loaded with rock salt and bacon grease. When the sheriff came a calling it did not take him long to find the old crook since he was hole up in a storm drain down the road crying from the salt in his wound. Ole Mav, he’s the real hero here. He rescued an old woman from her car when she had a stroke and drove off into the irrigation ditch. Yup, he slammed the brakes of his big truck and ran across the road and pulled her out, just ask him. Ain’t that right Mav?” Rivkah turned towards Maverick only to catch him walking out the door with Phil. Once outside Maverick and Phil went into the garage where Rivkah’s car was. They studied the car for a while when Phil chimed in; “Both you and I know this wreck is not worth fix’en eh Mav? This motor is completely shot and I don’t think even my magic will get that gal to Denver. She won’t make it to Walsenburg. Your know Mav, she ain’t bad on the eye sight ole buddy.” Ignoring Phil’s last statement Maverick queried his old friend; “Do you have anything lying around she could use? She has a job or something up north she needs to get to I believe. I sure hate to leave her stranded out here in the boonies. She’s sort of a city slicker” “How did you manage to get involved with this gal Mav?” asked Phil. “I’m not involved with her Phil, I only just met her a few hours ago. She was following me up to the Mile High. Than reminds me, I better call dispatch about my load” After a quick chat on the phone Maverick looked to Phil and said; “Guess I’ll be sticking around for a day or so. Looks like there are no loads ready. I might as well visit eh.” You know you’re always welcome here Mav, you’re family and it’s been a while my friend, said Phil. Back in the house Betty and Rivkah were just making small talk. When Rivkah asked; “I notice your grand mother was wrapped in a blanket” “Yup, most of her pictures you’ll see her wrapped in a blanket, course that’s what most of her people wore when it was cold out” “Her people?” Quizzed Rivkah. “Yes, she was a Cherokee woman, guess that makes me an Injun as well” she said with a giant smile. ‘Indian? You don’t look Indian Betty.” Said Rivkah. Laughing, Betty turned to Rivkah; “Umm what does an Indian look like anyway? And how did you know my nickname Rivkah? That’s what people call me, Indian Betty among other things. Bet you would never have guessed that Phil is a card carrying Choctaw. We might be pink on the outside but we are Native America’s. Wait till morning when our friends Antonio and Miguel show up. Now they look like a couple renegade red skins if I ever saw one. That reminds me, I better defrost the neck bones for stew tomorrow.” At that moment Betty stood up and went to the freezer. Rivkah was pondering all the information she had just received. Truly this was a cultural experience for her since she never met Natives before. Then she thought; “I wonder if they have a tipi?” _________________ Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind

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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 11:55 am Post subject: Oh Great, this was all she needed! After that Spring time Snowstorm! Her boss paying her that surprise visit and his wipe out on his bike in that icy parking lot, sliding into her!

Now her car decides to rebel here in a town named Trinidad? Which she had heard mentioned in passing , so it definitely was rich in History, this could be an adventure?

She suddenly heard….. “Hey Rivkah, you got a copy on the Maverick?”
She had left this newcomer in her life, sitting on a side of a hill as she passed him.

Her vintage Buick Skylark was insulted, as His big diesel was making short order of the steep incline and it kept falling further and further behind. But to top it off then the trucker Maverick says …….
“Well honey you better mash the gas and move that ass if you want to keep up with me” Yes, it all went down hill after that when Rivkah then laid a heavy foot on the gas pedal! Groan …. talk about adding insult to injury.

Rivkah answers back…..
“Maverick? Maverick do you hear me? I’m at the truck stop here in Trinidad. Something happened to the car”

There is a long pause …… oh boy , thought Rivkah . He is bye byeing it out of here! I hope he radios the Truckers following us or are they listening in now? Then suddenly his voice comes back on the radio saying!

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch”

Ann LRD

Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 5:44 pm Post subject: Well, the truckers were all heading in her direction, so it was not out of their way. Best of all, to top it off it was a good size very busy Truck Stop.

Rivkah had managed to get the car to the big Truck Stop sign she saw way down the highway, as the car sent out black smoke behind her. She just hoped she had not pushed it too far. Rivkah was also glad it was the actual place of business!

Rivkah had already gotten her coffee and something to eat – to go. As she had asked information about getting her car checked out. She knew she had better stay close by her car if this ‘Big Strapper’ as the other truckers called him did show up soon. She figured he was a big or tall man going by that nick name but of course had no idea what he would look like and He did not know what she looked like either so she needed to stay with the car.

So there she sat waiting for, Maverick.

Ann LRD

Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 1:26 am Post subject: Like a deer caught in the headlights Sal was speechless as the elders began to chuckle. An old man with barely one tooth looked at Sal and said;

“John Wayne’s real name was Marion Morrison and he was a big man like you. Only thing different is you’re a motorcycle man.”

Still speechless Sal turned and looked at Mona hoping she would enter into the conversation. Biting her tongue she grabbed Sal’s arm and sat him down next to the group. Then the old man continued;

“I used to ride one of them motor bikes when I was in the Army. I was in the 3rd Armored Division in Normandy. I got shot off it twice by them Nazi’s, hombre let me show you my scar”

Then the old man began to pull up his shirt when his wife stepped it;

“Lencho por favor no mientras comemos!”

Almost immediately the old man began to tuck his shirt back into his pants and said in a sheepish voice;

“Si Angelica”

Sal turned to Mona and asked what the old couple said. She whispered;

“She does not want him to undress while we are eating”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, he replied.

Sal made some small talk to try and ease what he thought was tension between the old couple.

“Lencho was that a WLA 45 Harley Davidson by chance?”

Returning the sparkle to his eyes, with a sense of pride the old man eagerly responded;

“I rode an INDIAN the first time I was hit. The second time I rode a Harley but when I was hit that time I was behind enemy lines”

Then the old man paused and turned to his wife. He grabber her hand to comfort her since she was beginning to well up with tears. Then the old man continued;

“I got pretty messed up when them Krauts hit my bike the last time. I woke up a few days later in a farm house. My arm and leg was messed up. Sure glad them resistance guys found me first”

Holding back the tears the old woman spoke out;

“I’ll never forget when the soldiers came to the house. My heart still hurts when I think about the day they said you was missing in action you old prune. I died that day and my life felt so empty. All I could think of was you lying in some ditch…………”

Struggling to hold back the tears she continued;

“…….so far from home”

The table fell quiet as she silently wept. Sal reached for his bandana and offered it to the old woman. The old man was comforting the love of his life as she spoke about the months she lived knowing he was dead. The scene was quite moving in contrast to the festive occasion at the bar and grill.

Feeling moved by this turn of events, Sal turned and glanced at Mona. She was covering her mouth and streams of tears flowed down her cheeks. She was futilely trying to hide her emotions. Then in an effort to change the mood of the conversation Sal chirped;

“Umm, I smell chilly. Is it any good?”

The old man, taking the hint said;

“Chilly is real good, its’ Hatch Chilly from New Mexico. They say it’s the best in the world. Get a bowl before it’s all gone”

Snapping out of her sorrow Angelica chimed in;

“I made the fry bread and the sopapilla’s so you better hurry. They don’t last long around here”

Regaining her composure Mona stood up and made a motion for Sal to accompany her to the table full of food. As they walked to the bountiful display she leaned over to him still choking back tears and emotion then whispered to him;

“That’s so beautiful; they’re still in love after all these years”

In a clumsy move to add levity to their conversation Sal made an attempt at humor;

“Hey, this is the first time I saw you cry when you was awake”

Stopping in their tracks, Mona glared at Sal then punched him in the side then retorted;

“Let me get the bowl for her Francis”

Upon their return to the table everyone was laughing and having fun telling jokes. Sal sat down at the table and was making preparations to eat. The old woman queried;

“Did you find the chilly OK?”

“Mona got it for me. There was such a variety” said Sal.

Angie queried again;

“Mona did you see the Habaneros?”

With a devilish smile she said calmly;

“Yes”

The two women and the old man smiled at one another as they watched intently as Sal began to eat.

“Ay Caramba!” yelled Sal as he frantically gulped down a soda.

His mouth was in flames as the habanero chilly did its deed on his unsuspecting pallet.

Calmly Mona looked over to the woman and said;

“Yes, I found the habaneros”

With his mouth afire he looked desperately at Mona as if to ask why.

With a smile and in a soft monotone voice she said to Sal;

“Gosh Francis, this is the first time I saw you cry while you’re awake too”

Just then, the door to the establishment flew open and two long haired Native men walked into the bar. The crowd stopped and the room fell silent as one man said;

“Ola people where’s the free chow?”

Then the whole bar went wild with salutations;

“Antonio! Miguel!

People came to the men and began shaking their hand. The bartender ran around the counter to give Antonio a lip lock. Then she asked;

“The usual boys?”

They nodded their heads in unison

She reached into the cooler and pulled out two giant cans of tea and slid them down the bar.

Antonio stopped in his tracks and bumped Miguel to get his attention then said in a loud and clear voice;

“Is that Mona, the AIM ax murderer?”
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After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure.

Start of Treasure Hunt,

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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 10:26 pm Post subject: It’s been fifteen minutes since Sal and Mona left the restaurant. The warm and fuzzy feeling of adventure has long since left the duo. It soon became apparent the roads were plowed but there was plenty of ice and slush to make things wet and cold. They were soaked from head to toe. Their nerves where frazzled from the many near collisions they’ve survived. Sadly, they were only a few miles out of Raton they thought. They were making horrible time as they tried to forge a path in deep slush and frozen roads. The higher they got, the deeper the slush.

Realizing it was futile to drive any longer in the deepening ice; Sal pulled the bike over to talk to Mona. As they wheeled to a stop, a car following them passed in the left lane. Though the car was driving slowly it threw a giant rooster tail of slush and ice as it drove. In a deluge of super cold and dirty snow and ice, mixed the magnesium chloride, Sal and Mona were drenched to the bone. Dirty water even made it into “the dry place”. You know, down the inside back of your neck and into your underwear, resting in the crack of your ass.

Sal and Mona looked at one another for a moment then they began to smile. Their smiles turned into slightly guarded giggles then they broke out in laughter. In a chivalrous English voice Sal said;

“Well madam, shall we return to our suite?”

With water and slug still dripping down her face, Mona said;

“I say old chap, that’s a bloody good idea”

While sitting on the idling bike, Sal told her;

“Tallyho and all that rot now let’s get the hell out of here”

To Sal’s surprise he had traveled only to the edge of town in all that time. They drove back to the motel in an air of aristocracy. When they arrived at the motel they were completely soaked. They walked up to the front desk with noses held high. In a firm English accent they said in unison;

“We still have till Noon old chap”

Somewhat surprised by their candor as well as them being soaking wet the host calmly said;

“Will tonight’s stay be charged to the same card?”

Sal nodded his head in approval. Then Mona chimed in;

“Not so fast homeboy. This one is on me. Here take it out of my card”

Sal then told the host in a firm voice;

“No, I have it covered. Just save your money Mona”

With a look that could kill. Mona stared Sal down. He was trying to ignore her as she glared at him. The host was very uncomfortable since he could see the whole thing. Sal was making small talk but the clerk did not respond. He was doing everything possible not to notice Mona’s constant glare. Then Sal turned around and said;

“Now what did I do?”

Still glaring, with venom, Mona walked up to Sal and stuck her finger in his face and retorted;

“You’re not the boss of me!”

Bewildered, Sal began to query;

“What is the major malfunction Mona?”

Surprised by her own conduct, Mona relaxed her confrontational demeanor. She looked deeply into Sal’s puzzled smiling face. She could feel him struggling to find an amicable solution for a possibly volatile situation. She began to call into question her motive for such an angry repartee. After all, he was only being nice, she thought. No matter how much she tried to make sense of her retort she could still feel a boiling caldron of anger she held deep within her.

Mona began to recall an event when she was a child. Her mother and father were arguing about the utility bill. Her father was drunk and had spent his pay check on booze. Her mother was trying to reason with him about the electric bill when he looked over at her and said;

“So you want the electric bill paid? Pay it with this bitch”

The little girl Mona watched in horror while her dad punched her mom in the face. She ran to her mother’s side crying hysterically;

“Momma, Momma!” Mona cried as her dad kept hitting the unconscious woman lying on the floor. Blood splattered all over the white enamel kitchen. Her father was yelling at her;

“Mona, Mona, get out of the way. Mona!”

At that moment Mona was startled out of her daydream. It was Sal trying to break this catatonic spell she was on. He was trying to snap her out of it. He was shaking her arm.

“Mona, Mona, wake up. Are you OK? Mona!” Sal said in a frenzy.

Flush with perspiration Mona began to regain her composure. The fear and anger began to dissipate as her eyes began to focus on Sal’s concerned face. She began to feel something, it was compassion. There was something in Sal’s eyes that gave her comfort and this scared her for some reason. More cognizant Mona calmly said;

“Guess you really think I’m a raving lunatic now, huh Francis”

Sal looked into her eyes and with a calm brotherly voice he said;

“So you have issues, don’t we all?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 3:30 am

Rivkah slowly opened her eyes! Truckers were all around her, Medics were checking her out and saying “She is going to be alright!”

Then there was that voice again that she had heard in the parking lot. It was her boss, Big C who knocked the wind out of her! What was he doing here and on a motorcycle in this weather!

I forgot to give you some files you needed to work on and that will need your full attention! I have been traveling right behind you, trying to catch up to you, as I did not know where to mail them!

Some of the truckers shook their heads. “What a slave driving boss she has!”

Ann LRD

Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 12:07 pm Post subject:

With the roadway finally clear, the twosome made their way to Trinidad Colorado. Before they made their final decent off the mountain they stopped at the Welcome to Colorado sign to take a gander at the Rocky Mountains.

“Them mountains sure look pretty”, Mona sighed.

“Yeah, the Blood of Christ Mountains (Sangre De Christo), is that where Cibola is?” Sal retorted.

“Yup, that’s where the fabled 7 Cities of Gold are. In those mountains” she replied.

“Well I guess it’s time to start our adventure Mona. Let’s slide into town and see what’s happening in ole T-Dad”, and with that statement Sal started his motorcycle and the two of them rode down the hill to meet their destiny.

Exiting onto Main Street Sal wheeled his bike down the narrow streets. He and Mona were amazed at the old buildings, Victorian houses and brick roadways. Then Sal spotted a few bikes parked at a local tavern and decided to park.

Just as they were stretching their legs a bar patron came stumbling out the door.

“Hey bro, you and your ole lady better grab a bowl of that green chilly before it’s all gone eh”, said the slightly inebriated fellow.

Smiling, Mona whispered sternly to Sal, “I’m not a bar person”

Almost instantaneously Sal said loudly, “Free chilly huh?”

Then the man opened the door of the tavern for the couple in a most courteous manner. “Allow me” he chirped. Happily Sal started for the door. Still smiling but with a glare that could kill, Mona also made for the entrance of the pub. She was not a happy camper indeed.

Upon entering the establishment they were overcome with the smells of Southwest Cooking. There were families at the tables eating various culinary delights. There were pots and cookers filled with chilly, beans, rice, meats, pastas, veggies and breads. The aroma of fresh sopapillas, and tortillas mingled in the air as well. Javier Solis was playing in the jukebox. The atmosphere was most festive and warm.

Somewhat startled, Sal walked inside trying to get his eyes adjusted. As he focused he could see a diverse ethnic mix in the crowd. There were cowboys, bikers, mom and pop’s and various transient construction/oilfield people. Everyone had their little white bowl of chilly munching down.

In a start he realized Mona was not so hip to the idea of going to a bar in the first place. Whirling around to spot her he noticed she was long gone. He poked his head out the door to see if she was outside. “Nope, not a sign of her”, Sal thought. He pondered, “Gads, I hope she is in the can or something”

Returning to the confines of the pub, Sal scanned the crowd endlessly as time ticked away. Not a sign of her, he lost Mona somehow. As he walked towards the bar someone grabbed his arm. Then he heard someone say;

“Francis, where the heck have you been? Come on I want you to meet some people” said the stealth full voice.

Only inches from the bar and a waiting bartender, Sal was whisked away by this phantom emissary. While being lead away, Sal looked back at the bar; the taverness only shrugged her shoulders. Sal could almost taste the shot of whisky on his lips too.

In the lead, Mona took Sal through a maze of tables, people and boiling hot pots & pans. Behind all the chaos were several elderly people seated in a cubby of sorts. Frail and leather skinned they shared an air of distinction. Their eyes told of many sorrows. At that moment they were telling stories when Sal was thrown into their spotlight. Awkwardly, Sal stared at the elderly folks. In turn, they just stared directly back at him, not saying a word.

“This is the guy I was talking about”, boasted Mona.

The elderly men and women looked Sal up and down. One old woman looked at him and said;

“So you’re this morotcycle man called Francis”
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 7:25 am Post subject: Rivkah’s new found friends were not letting her travel until they knew she was okay. She had become part of the Cafe crew! The truckers had her story going out along the road to a keep check on her. So each new trucker coming in asked about her! The waitress thought this was great fun.

Rivkah still had all her bosses files, she was sorting through. Making sure all the information was in order. She was going to have a lot of work to do once she got to her Colorado destination. Not just for herself but now also for her boss.

I really need to get on the road! she stated The passes have been clear for some time now.

Well, what do you think boys, shall we let her go on her way?

Heck, we are heading in that direction! a couple of truckers said. She can travel along with us. Let me check out her car and see if it is okay to go.

After High fives and lots of hugs

Rivkah was finally on the road again!

Ann LRD

Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 10:37 am Post subject:

Mike, a Bull Hauler from Kremmling Colorado, was heading northbound on Raton Pass in his semi when he came onto the group of truckers. He was monitoring the events on the CB when one driver asked;

“Hey Big Strapper, you headin to the Mile High?”

Mike retorted;

“I’m headed to Fort Morgan and will run through Denver, why?”

The other driver responded;

“We kind of adopted this 4 wheeler and she is heading to the Mile High and you are running a bit faster than us. So I was wondering if you’d mind keeping an eye on her since she got in a little accident earlier. She bumped her head or something and well, we’ve been traveling with her ever since to make sure she is OK.”

Mike paused and said;

“If you was driving a Peterbuilt instead of that covered wagon she could follow you. Well just watch my back door and I’ll guide her over the pass anyway. Well sweety, they call me the Maverick. Are you ready to go over the Big Hill?”

Startled by the candor of the new driver on the scene she returned with a message;

“Umm, hello? My name is Rivkah and I’m on a business trip and I am heading to Littleton Colorado. My sister lives in Colorado Springs and I was thinking of stopping by and visting her.”

There was a pause on the radio then Mike said;

“I don’t know about all that stuff but you are welcome to follow along, just follow the chrome naked ladies on my mud flaps. I’ll get you there in record time”

Another driver entered the conversation;

“Don’t worry Rivkah we will be behind you just in case you have any more problems”

Rivkah thanked the other truckers who’ve taken her under their wing and watched over her since her accident. A couple trucks flashed their lights in a symbolic gesture of acknowledgement and off she went. Mike was a seasoned veteran of the open road and knew every curve and twist of this highway.

He was empty and bound for a fed lot to pick up more beef. Mike was running a tight schedule and was not to concerned about “Driving Awards” (speeding tickets). His big diesel was making short order of the steep incline when he noticed her vintage Buick Skylark falling further and further behind.

“Well honey you better mash the gas and move that ass if you want to keep up with me” Mike said in a jocular voice.

“Oh my”, Rivkah thought to herself as she accelerated her car up the hill in an effort to keep up with the cattle truck. Mike was making tracks up the mountain when the forces of gravity took its toll on the advancing semi. He slowed while finding new gears to keep his rig rolling. This afforded Rivkah the opportunity to catch up with him and to enjoy his slower forward progression.

“Well kid, what brings you to Denver?” Mike said

Rivkah said;

“Umm, I’m on a business trip and I have lots of work waiting for me when I arrive. I just need to get up there so I can get started”, responded Rivkah.

“Well, you better pass me now since I have to slow down even more. I will catch up with you after we reach the summit”, Mike informed the motorist.

And with those words Rivkah accelerated around the big truck and made her was over the hill. Later as Mike was rolling down the pass he got back on the radio;

“Hey Rivkah, you got a copy on the Maverick?”

Then in a hurried voice the radio crackled;

“Maverick? Maverick do you hear me? I’m at the truck stop here in Trinidad. Something happened to the car”

Mike thought to himself; “Gads, what did I get myself into this time? Crap, I better see whats wrong!”

He got back on the radio and said;

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch”
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Start of Treasure Hunt,

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The next morning found both Mona and Sal sleeping on opposite sides of the bed on the floor. With a start Sal awoke noticing the bed was empty. But then he heard Mona sawing logs on the floor wrapped up in her Pendleton Blanket. Peering out of the motel window, Sal squinted his eyes as the bright morning sun reflected on a thick blanket of snow. His motorcycle looked more like a snowball with handlebars in the parking lot.Under his breath Sal retorted;

“And this is springtime?”

Stirring in her bedroll Mona began to awaken from her deep slumber. Sal could here her yawn as she stretched her arms. He turned around only to find her wrapped up in her blanket with her eyes open. Then she said;

“Gads Francis, I though I was the only one who had bad dreams.”

Surprised by such a comment Sal looked stunned as Mona continued.

“You sure had it out for some guy named Nick”

In a moment of melancholy Sal replied;

“Yeah, that was my step dad. He used to beat the tar out of me when I was a kid. Then he would tune up my mom when he was drunk on the sauce. Sorry about that but hey you was no slouch yourself Mona. Who was Little Eagle?”

Mona paused as her eyes filled with tears;

“That was my son”

She paused again then leaped up onto her feet and made her way to the bathroom. Sal stood motionless for a second then he could hear her quietly weeping with the water running in the background. He walked up to the bathroom door and knocked.

He queried;

“Are you OK in there?

Clearing her throat she said;

“Yeah, yeah I’m OK. Why don’t you grab up some donuts and coffee in the lobby. I sure can use a cup of java about now.”

Realizing Mona needed some time to herself Sal instantly made his way to the front door of their room. He did not know what she wanted in her coffee so he returned to the bathroom door. But as he raised his hand to knock he could hear her crying again. So quietly he simply back tracked to the front door and went to the lobby.

The lobby was full of stranded motorists. As he poured the coffees he listened to the scuttlebutt. Raton Pass was closed but the snow plows were working to reopen it by noon. The sun was in full bloom and there was not a cloud in the sky. It was going to be a wet ride to Trinidad Colorado at the very least but he was eager to finish the final leg of this trip to Cibola this fabled 7 Cities of Gold.

As he pondered the stories Mona told him about the Conquistadors from Spain and this so called treasure map he said to himself;

“I must be out of my mind”
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 8:47 pm Post subject: Rivkah had not really slept well! As she had fallen asleep with her head in her arms at the booth she was sitting at last night as she drank coffee.People were starting to pour into the Cafe! Their talking loudly brought her out of her sleep. She yawned and stretch, as a waitress came up with some fresh coffee. “Good morning sleepy head! I understand they are plowing and may have the pass cleared by noon. Just stay put as it is still very cold outside.”
The sun was very bright as it came up, She looked out and saw her car was a mound of snow! Others were cleaning snow off their trucks. One trucker started clearing snow off her car also. It made her smile at his thoughtfulness. The older Truckers were great guys! She owed him a breakfast and told the waitress to put it on her tab when he ordered. The waitress smiled okay.

Rivkah went to the ladies room to freshen up. As she washed her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was shocked every time she saw herself. How can one change so fast? So as always she looked away.

Going back to drink her coffee, a deep sadness settled on her. What would this trip bring into her life? What answers would she find awaiting her?
Ann LRD

Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:12 am Post subject:

After the truckers and Rivkah had breakfast together, amid all the laughter and talking. Rivkah excused herself to check something at her car.
The waitress said, ” Be careful of all that snow between the cars and trucks, hun!”

One of the truckers said, “Hey, can I get something for you?”

Rivkah raised her arm and waved her hand as she stepped out the door. “That’s ok I can get it, thanks!”

She crossed the parking lot, heading towards her car. She heard the motor of a motorcycle, then a screeching sound and a scream of a woman. As a man yelled ‘Get out of the way, I’ve lost control! ”

That moment everything went black for, Rivkah.

Ann LRD

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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 12:02 am Post subject:

It had become a winter storm and the Raton pass was now closed as the State Patrol had the roads closed and signs up.

It did not look like any of the Motels had rooms so Rivkah got some of her camping gear out of the trunk and set up camp in her car.
She had coffee, cocoa and even soup in some of those new heat up poptop cans. Wow, they sure got hot after shaking them up! But she saw a cafe was staying open and went in.

The police were gathered there talking over coffee she noticed as she walked in. They all turned to look at her. I am surprised you made it up here this far some of them said to her. I think all of the Motels are booked up.

A woman came up to take her order and said, That is alright you can stay in here with us. Just curl up in a booth if you get tired. Some women truckers said, Hey we have room in our cab if need be. Our truck is running so our sleeper and cab is nice and warm.

She thanked them all as she sipped her new cup of coffee. Everyone was smiling as they chatted away. Rivkah listened as she watched the snow continue to fall out of the dark night sky.

What a way to end the day!

Ann LRD

Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:33 am Post subject: When Mona returned to the table, Sal was studying the menu. She said;

“Slide on over bub. Did you order yet?”

Sal sighed;

“No, nothing looks good”

“Well, if the room had a kitchen I’d make you some Indian Tacos. I can go for a bowl of green chilly right about now. MMMMM, and with some fresh fry bread too” Mona said.

In a moment of seriousness Sal looked over to Mona and asked;

“Are you OK?”

Mona retorted almost inaudibly under her breath;

“I haven’t been OK since I was 11 years old”

Struggling to hear, Sal queried;

“Huh, what did you say?”

“Ah skip it, I’m OK. I’m just a bit under the weather. Must be this snow storm or something”, sighed Mona.

As the pair made their orders to the waitress a song began to play on the radio. There was a spark in Mona’s eyes as the song began to play. It was a song by Andrea Menard, “Métis Hands”. Mona said in a soft tone;

“You know, I really like this song, it’s about first contact”

Still puzzled, Sal said;

“Contact, what are you talking about?

As if in a trance, Mona simply said to the querysome Sal;

“Shut up and listen”

The song played to the end as they both sat in silence almost like a moment of reverence. Sal was stirring his coffee and looked into Mona’s eyes and said;

“Umm, you’re all into that Indian stuff aren’t you”

While he looked into her eyes he noticed a tear drop in the corner of one eye. Instantly, Sal realized how deeply she felt about “Indian Stuff” and wished he chose his words better. The eyes so soft and filled with sorrow turned another hue as Mona built her energy for a response. Shaking her head in disgust and casually wiping the tear from her eye, Mona retorted;

“Francis, you can be such a dork”

In an effort to extinguish Mona’s obviously short fuse, Sal said defensively;

“What I meant to say is that you are really intense about Indian causes and stuff like that”

“Yea, that “stuff” is just our very existence. Let me tell you a little secret Francis. I was told by our arrow keeper that I would find the treasure I desperately seek when I traveled to the west. That’s the real reason I am here, well here in the west anyway” responded Mona.

“And now you’re here in Raton New Mexico during a blizzard with some goon you barely know chasing down this city of gold. But what prompted you to enlist me of all people? Was it that silly map?” responded Sal.

“Let me give you a clue dear Francis. I live with signs and I take them very seriously. In my culture we see things on many levels and believe everything happens for a reason”

Mona paused in her oratory. Then while looking directly at poor Sal, she continued her speech with an air of sarcasm.

“Yea Fran, you’re right. It was just some silly map as you say. So what if it was written on ancient velum in Latin, of all languages. Just a silly OLD map I might add. As for you, I just don’t know. Guess you came with the map”

With a somewhat deflated ego Sals shoulders drooped as he pondered her closing statement. He sat there unaware of the telling expression on his face. Noticing the somewhat forlorn look Mona spoke up;

“Gawd Francis, I was just kidding! Don’t tell me you’re “sensitive” too?”

Regaining his composure, Sal retorted in an ever so manly posture;

“What the hell are you talking about? I got your sensitive…”

With a devilish grin Mona retorted teasingly;

“You are s-e-n-s-i-t-i-v-e, sensitive, sensitive, sensitive…”

Ignoring her, Sal began to read the menu out loud in a feeble effort to silence her teasing.

“I LIKE THE MUSHROOM AND AVACADO BURGER WITH SEASONED FRIES”

Mona simply looked at him in dismay as well as the other patrons since Sal was the only person shouting. He sank down in the seat in embarrassment. Then Mona said in an equally loud voice;

“I’LL HAVE THE FISH AND THEIR HOMEFRIES”

After her loud response the two of them broke out in laughter. In a more serious tone Mona continued;

“Look Sal, I was also told I would meet a bear. And the bear would walk with me in a good way on this journey”

Grabbing Sal’s hand Mona said;

“I know that you are the bear”
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The restaurant was abuzz with storm weary travelers. Mona and Sal peered through the window only to discover a world of swirling dense snow. After their meal they left the restaurant and went across the snowy parking lot to the motel. The wind was howling and the snow was deep as they stumbled through drifts. The lobby of the motel was packed with stranded motorists trying to find a room. Squeezing past the herd and through the hostels maze Sal found the room.

Cold and wet, Sal eagerly slid the card in the door lock. The door clicked and the twosome rushed into the room. Then catastrophe struck as Mona made notice; there was only one queen-size bed. She turned and looked at Sal who was fondling the TV remote control. He was not aware of Mona’s piercing stare at first. He stared into the screen with child like innocence and wonderment as he discovered all the channels. The remote control was going its paces when Mona said;

“Sal, what are your ideas about sleeping arrangements sweet cheeks?

With eyes glued to the screen and his fingers working that remote he casually responded;

“This was the only room left but I ordered a roll-away bed. It should be here. Man this has Showtime AND HBO”

Somewhat irritated by his lack of concern Mona began to give him an opinionated repartee but something caught her eye. She noticed her bed roll and her luggage was already in the room, dry and out of the fierce blizzard that all but buried his motorcycle by now. Sal unpacked the bike earlier while she ate when he rented the room. Not used to chivalrous acts of any kind Mona pondered its true intention. Then as she panned her personal effects she spotted her back pack and shower bag. Like a woman possessed she grabbing her belongings and made a trail to the bathroom. Eagerly she said;

“I got dibs on the shower Homeboy, C-YEA!”

Startled by Mona’s commotion Sal leaped to his feet just as Mona brushed him off to one side on her way to the bathroom. Sal quipped;

“What the….”

In a loud evil voice Mona retorted;

“It’s mine, mine, mine, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!”

Then the bathroom door slammed shut with a loud bang. She could hear Sal’s channel surfing in the back ground as she prepared to bathe. The shower began to get hotter and hotter and for a moment she found peace within the steam and hot water cascading on her face and body. Her skin drank in the warmth while droplets soothed her sore and aching muscles.

After a long hot shower she began to dry her hair when she heard noise coming from the room. Though the TV was on there was a shuffling and an argument going on as well. Sal was curing someone and he was not very happy about it either. The tone was getting more and more confrontational as Sal’s voice got louder and angrier. Not sure what to make of all this, Mona drew her pistol and slowly went for the door.

Opening the door she peered through the widening entrance trying to see the object of Sal’s consternation. As the door opened Mona noticed she no longer heard Sal’s voice. A feeling of doom befell her as she struggled with he own mortality. With heart pounding and mind racing with visions of absolutes she kicked the door open with pistol drawn. To her horror Sal laid before her feet. His motionless form was sprawled on the floor as if frozen in a time struggle to escape. Sal’s face was contorted in mortal poise. With her pistol still drawn she panned the room for other unwelcome visitors. Slowly she made her way to the blind side of the floor near the bed. Sweating profusely she envisioned the perpetrator lying on the floor with gun in hand. In one fall swoop she charged the blind position keeping deadly aim at what she assumed would be the area of the upper torso of the assailant. As she rounded the corner of the bed with her gun leading the way her finger was already pressing the trigger. With her keen eye looking down the sights of her weapon she noticed her gun was pointed directly at the Gideon’s Bible sitting on the night stand.

As she held her gun she pondered the situation. Then she heard the voices again, it was Sal’s. To Mona’s welcome surprise Sal was only talking in his sleep all along. She watched him as he quarreled with some imaginary adversary. Then Sal’s eyes opened to meet Mona’s as she peered down at him. He looked at her, she looked at him then Sal looked at the gun in Mona’s hand. Still looking at the gun in Mona’s hand Sal said:

“Guess you can have the bed eh”

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Sun Jan 06, 2008 12:29 pm Post subject:

As the pair drove north towards Colorado, the clouds grew darker and darker. It was bitter cold on Sal’s exposed face as it cutting through sleet and rain. His goggles were covered in frost and ice. It was only a 40 mile ride but the winter storm was not calculated into the equation. Sal’s leathers were frozen and the front of his bike looked like a snow cone. In the back was Mona, holding on. Her jet black hair was white with frost and ice.In a feeble attempt to point with his frozen hand Sal made a gesture for them to pull into the next town they came up to. As he pointed, Mona just shook her head in agreement; the girl was shaking like a leaf.

The bike came to a stop in front of a Denny’s Restaurant. The wind began to howl as the pair dismounted the bike. Mona was already at the entrance of the restaurant when Sal motioned Mona to continue into the café. Sal immediately walked back to his bike and took a long hard draw of the whiskey in his saddlebag. Just as he took a slug he caught Mona’s eye through the window of the café.

“Dayum” Sal exclaimed as he put the bottle back in the bag.

As Sal made his way into the restaurant he heard a familiar voice beckon;

“Hey Salvatore, over here!” Mona shouted.

Sal turned his head only to find Mona in a corner booth with that silly map on the table. There were two cups of piping hot coffee on the table. It was a warm and welcome sight for this soaked and cold motorcycle ride.

As he began to sit down, Mona started;

“So we are in Raton New Mexico? According to the map we should be pretty near a village named ‘El Rito’.”

Somewhat perplexed Sal looked at Mona and retorted;

“Huh?”

“Sit down here and let me show you what I’m talking about Francis”, Mona quipped.

Still somewhat perplexed Sal retorted to the salty little gal;

“Salvatore, Francis, gads I’m beginning to loosing my identity. So what’s my name this time doll face?” Sal said laughingly.

Mona froze then turned to Sal with a cold hard stare and said;

“Look Sal or Francis or whatever floats your canoe, those are your names. What do you want, an Indian one, paleeeeze? How about “Talking Smack” and STOP calling me doll face! Gawd I hate that!” Then she slammed her cup down on the table causing some of the dark elixir to splash her face.

Stunned by the volatility of the conversation, Sal looked blankly at Mona. Equally stunned was Mona who realized how venomous her tongue can be. She just started blankly back at Sal. It was a moment of awkward silence for the two of them. Apparently it was a moment of awkward silence for the people in the restaurant as well since by that time; Mona was in high volume with her sharp repartee.

Mona then reached out and grasped Sal’s hand. With an authoritarian yet regretful candor she said;

“I’m sorry Sal it’s me. I can be a real be-otch sometimes. I’m the only one who watches my back”

Looking into Mona’s eyes, Sal’s hand reached for the paper napkin then proceeded to wipe a drop of coffee off Mona’s nose. Sal said;

“Consentirme”

Instantly, Mona responded;

“Ringraziamenti”

Sal paused again and said;

“Lei capisce l’italiano?”

Sitting up in her seat, Mona said with great pride;

“Well, I did work at Godfather’s Pizza”
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 6:26 am Post subject:

The two laughed and settled into their coffees as they warmed their bones. Mona had the map and was trying to compare it with the road atlas. After a few minutes Sal reached over and pointed to a spot on the vintage map then he said;

“Here we are Mona, we are at the base of Raton Pass. This was an old trade route called the Santa Fe Trail. And….” His words were cut short as Mona said;

“Yeah, yeah, yeah Mr. History I know all about this trail and all the Native’s it displaced or simply murdered. This and other trails, like the Oregon Trail for example, were some of the worst ecological disasters of this era. Sorry Francis, I’m really trying not to be such a bitch. Just everything seems to piss me off these days. Not everything, just some cultural issues I guess.” Mona continued;

“You know, when you literally ran into me, I was on my way to California. I was going to audition for one of them reality shows where you eat all those eye balls. Thought I’d do pretty good since we ate eye balls and stuff ever since I could remember. Anyway, I wanted to win that million bucks. I thought it was worth a chance to audition for that lame show.”

Sal countered;

“So what were you going to do with that mil, if you won it?”

“Get clean drinking water for my village. We got turds as big as house boats in our drinking water back home. The water is killing us and all we get is double talk from the talking heads. Yeah well, so much for that idea. I doubt I would have made the cut anyway. They don’t have many Natives on these shows.” Mona said.

Mona thought for a moment then she queried;

“Tell me something, what would you do if you won a million bucks?”

“Go to the market and get some shopping done before the rush” Sal said jokingly.

Puzzled, Mona asks;

“Ah, what rush, what are you talking about?”

Sal continued;

“Oh you know the rush Mona. That’s when people get wind of you having some cash. They rush on over to be your best friend and help you spend that money. Funny how all of a sudden it’s a rush to get inside of your wallet.” countered Sal.

“No really Sal, what would you do if you got 1 million bucks dumped on your lap today?” the quizzical Mona said.

Sal was deep within his thoughts. He truly had no answer for such a simple question. He pondered for several minutes then said;

“Think I’d just give it back and say, No Thanks!”

“Come on Fran, tell me you would not go on over to Harley Heaven and buy a new motorcycle and another bottle of that whiskey.” said Mona.

“Anyway Mona, we are here in Raton New Mexico. It’s just too icy and the sleet is turning into snow. Look at the bike, it looks like a snow cone. Besides we still have to climb another 3 thousand feet to get over Raton Pass. Man, its really coming down now.” Sal said.

As they looked at the maps on the table a family covered in snow burst into the restaurant. Freezing and covered in snow the family finds a warm place to sit in the ever growing crowd at the caf챕. While talking to weather worn family members, the father exclaimed;

“….bet they’ll close the pass”

Sal’s ears perked up at this revelation. Then he made his way out of the booth and told Mona;

“I’ll be right back”

And in an instant he was out of the caf챕 and into the storm.

Mona sat back and read the menu occasionally listening to the scuttlebutt from fellow travelers. More people were coming in from this sudden bitter storm. It was a human drama unfolding before her eyes. A state trooper was standing in line waiting to fill his thermos and told a fellow trooper the details of a horrific accident on the icy mountain pass. Another person at the counter was singing the blues over his car being in the ditch. The State Trooper asked for all the dinners’ attention and announced that the interstate was closed until at the very least 9 or 10 am the next day. He advised everyone to find a motel and with this sage advice the dinner began to empty as motorists began to find rooms.

It’s been a while since Sal went out to his bike. The waitress came to take Mona’s order only to be waved off. Mona began to worry about Sal since he was taking way to much time. As she sat there she began to drift in thought. A little girl was crying in the next booth and this carried Mona back to a time when she was very young. Her memories took her to a family outing in the countryside.

She was helping her mom unload the pick up truck. Her mother was busy getting the camp squared away. It appeared to be a nice day for a cook out with a clear sky. Then as Mona was carrying a box of food to the camp a bottle fell out of the box and broke on the ground. Little Mona looked to the ground and saw it was one of her dad’s bottles. At that moment she felt someone grab her arm and slap her face repeatedly all the time yelling at her. It was her drunken father and he was upset that she broke the bottle of whiskey. Her mom came over to help her daughter. Mona recalled the savage beating her mom got on that bright sunny day at the camp ground. Tears were streaming down her face as she sat helpless as her mom was beaten by her drunken dad.

Entranced, she could not turn her head and witnessed every savage blow her mother took on that fateful day. All she should do was pray as her mom was beaten till her face was bloody. Then she heard her mom’s voice, “Run Mona, Run!”. Mona heard the voice again, ‘Mona, Mona”.

Suddenly Mona felt a hand grasp her arm and she leaped out of her skin then heard;

“Wow Mona, slow down it’s only me. Are you all right?” It was Sal and he was covered with snow from head to foot. Physically shaken by her bout with PTSD’s Mona looked up to her rescuer Sal and said;

“What the heck happened to you?”

With his nose bright red and his eye brows white with snow Sal happily retorted;

“I got us a room before it was too late. It’s at the Motel 6 and they left the light on for us. But are you OK?”

Wiping the tears from her eyes Mona quickly said;

“I have to pee”

Then she got up and made tracks to the rest room.

After sitting down at the booth Sal drank down more of his coffee and thought to himself;

“Gads, her bladder must have been ready to explode. Women, go figure”

Once in the rest room, Mona locked the door. For a few minutes she wept uncontrollably. The memories were haunting her as she struggled with sorrow and fear. Then, as quickly as the tears came, they went away. Mona said;

“I need to get my act together”
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After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure.

Start of Treasure Hunt,

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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:56 am Post subject:

Sal sat on his motorcycle in a state of shock. Never did anyone speak to him in the manner she did, let alone have the grit to walk up and shut his bike down. But here stood this gutsy gal who must have weighed all of 100 lbs with heels on. “What nerve this gal has” he thought as he starred her down. It was an awkward moment for the two of them since you could cut the air with a knife.

Still looking into her eyes Sal said,

“Don’t know why I am doing this but what the heck. Let’s head to Colorado but tell me something, umm Mona right? Why me? I could be an ax murder or something”

She looked him up and down with a very discerning eye then she spoke in a directed tone of voice,

“Me and my pony have done allot of traveling in this lifetime and we’ve weathered many storms. What’s fair is fair since it was you who originally found this map. And besides, I have a feeling about you Francis; you are not as much a bad ass as people think you are. Oh I know you’re tough and all but I sense that you’re a good soul”

Sal was still at a loss for words but as he gazed at this gal he noticed a scar on her face though it was a fine line, it was a long scar in any event. He was studying her face when she broke his trance,

“OK Sal, if you’re in, let’s hit the high road. I will drop the car off in Albuquerque. That is if you don’t mind packing this little gal along. And if you get tired, I’ll pack you. I know how to ride homeboy.”

Still in amazement Sal said,

“But what about your pony, you can’t leave your car just anywhere, especially Albuquerque New Mexico?”

Smiling she responded,

“The car is a rental”

Then reaching into her purse she pulled out a Colt .45 automatic pistol and said,

“This is my pony”

Stunned, Sal started his motor cycle and said in a meek tone,

“All rightie then, I’ll follow you”

In a hail of rocks and dust, Mona burned rubber out of the parking lot and made tracks for the interstate. Sal was in hot pursuit as he hit the highway as well. Mona was no slouch as she managed to put the hammer down and burn some gas.

Still moved by what has just transpired he thought to Himself,

“Whoa dude, what was that all about? Just another detour and what the hell, I really don’t have anything else to do. So I’m on my way to Colorado. Hmm, guess my sister can wait”

The highway was clear and within a few hours they were at the Car Rental by the airport in Albuquerque. Sal was checking out his saddle bags anticipating the addition of Mona’s gear. As he looked up at the entrance, Mona came out the door. In one hand was a black trash bag and the other hand was a rolled up blanket and sleeping bag.

Sheepishly she held up the trash bad and said,

“It’s my Cheyenne suite case”

Sal was smiling as he noted the trash bag suite case. Mona really did not have much as far as cloths so everything fit in his saddle bags except the bed roll which he added to the front forks of his bike. Mona was not wearing the tight jeans she had on earlier and was wearing cowboy boots as well. She also had a buck skin jacket on with bead work and fringe.

While making the final adjustment to the saddle bags he noticed Mona was braiding her long jet black hair while sitting on the curve. She looked up at him and said,

“Do you want me to braid that mop of yours? Maybe it will grow longer and I really don’t want to be smacked in the face with your hair anyway”

Still mesmerized by Mona and her long hair he responded,

“Umm sure, yea that would be cool. I have some hair ties in my…”

“I have some ties right here and I’ll bet they are not as grease as yours Francis” Mona said matter of factly.

Somewhat perturbed Sal retorted,

“Why are you calling me Francis? Is this how this trip is going to be?”

Mona stopped braiding her hair and looked directly at Sal. With a very serious tone she remarked,

“That is your name isn’t it? You should be proud of who you are and not live with so many shadows. Personally, I like the name since it makes you more human in my eyes.”

Still indignant Sal responded to this reply,

“What makes you so sure I’m not proud of who I am anyway? And what’s this shadows thing all about? You don’t know a thing about me since we only met a few hundred miles ago”

“You wear your life on your sleeve”, She quipped, “And I already know your journey. I had a brother just like you. He was a bad ass and used to fight all the time. But when he was not drunk he would cut wood for our elders and take care of the sick on the rez. In the white man’s society he was considered a criminal or a drunk but to us he was a caretaker of the weak and elderly. He just had many shadows from his past life, always running”

Sal was stunned by this revelation and somewhat unnerved by the fact this chick could see something he thought he concealed to the world. Her reply only gave him more questions and he asked,

“Are you an Indian?”

With a mono tone voice she replied while continuing to braid her hair,

“This is not a Coppertone tan, I was born like this. I don’t have to hang out at some salon. And no, I’m not Indian since my people come from Oklahoma. I’m Native American. Now get your big butt on over here so I can braid that hair of yours”

Sal said in a complacent tone, “OK”
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:42 pm Post subject:

The car and bike with that couple from the rest stop had passed her a long time ago and now she was playing leap frog with other cars traveling her way.

Having been told about a Comforts Inn by Walmart she was looking forward to the nice beds they had, with all those pillows on the bed! Why do they have so many pillows? Maybe for TV watching or reading, she smiled thinking about it.

But the only thing that concerned her was it did not show Comfort Inn in the information she had. Well, would see for sure when she got there as her foot pressed down on the gas pedal.

Rivkah still had alot of hours ahead of her and was begining to feel tired. The weather was changing and it looked like snow, so turned on the car heater. Ahhh that felt good, now to stay awake! Maybe a coffee break would help?

Ann LRD

Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 2:55 pm Post subject:

After dropping off the car in Albuquerque, Sal and Mona were making good time on the interstate. Sal’s Harley was humming along when he noticed the thick gray clouds ahead of them. The air was getting crisp and cold on his face when he spotted a truck stop in Springer New Mexico. Sal thought to himself,

“Ah yes, I’ll bet Little Big Woman is freezing her buns off. Good place to fuel up and check my oil, I can use a cup of java anyway.”

As they pulled up to the fuel island Mona queried,

“What’s up Francis?”

Sal responded,

“Just need to fuel up and check the oil. We have about 40 miles to go before we hit Trinidad and we have one mountain pass to climb. From what I can see, we might be headed into some weather. And ah, why do you keep calling me Francis?”

In a frank tone Mona said,

“It is your name is it not? And to be quite honest, I like it since it represents the person you really are. You might be this big goon named Sal to your street buds, but I see through all that stuff.”

Somewhat indignant Sal Retorted,

“Yeah, so you think you can see what? Tell me what your crystal balls says”

As Sal was filling the tank of his motorcycle, Mona came up to him and said softly,

“Francis, I see a human being who has been hurt in life. I see a person who has chosen to mask who he really is with this image of some tough angry guy. I also see someone with a kind and lonely heart. You know something? I see you very clearly. Call it an Injun thing, but I know your heart since I can read you like yesterdays mail.”

Stunned by Mona’s statement he stared at her as she spoke. Then Mona said,

“Um you better pay attention, you are about to overfill the tank. Meet you inside Francis. I need to use the potty and a cup of Joe, Holay, I’m freezing my butt off”

Sal was snapped to reality and replied,

“Ah, yea sure, yea OK”

Sal entered the truck stop and was scoping out the terrain looking for Mona. He noticed a bunch of vintage cars on display as well as a unique curio shop with Coke Cola and Betty Boop memorabilia. Then he heard someone yell,

“Hey Sal, I’m over here. Check out some of this cool stuff..”

It was Mona, she was rummaging through all the curios and knick knacks on display. The shop was loaded with memorabilia from the 50’s and it was obvious the truck stop had a theme. Holding up a giant Betty Boop tee shirt she asked,

“Well what do yea think, is this me or what?

With an authoritarian voice he said,

“Isn’t that a bit large on you?”

Mona laughed and informed Sal,

“I would use it as a night shirt since I don’t have my jammies with me”

This statement made Sal laugh. Then he turned and began to examine the dream catchers and mandellas in the Native American curios section. Suddenly, he heard a stern voice exclaim,

“Put that crap down, gawd this pisses me off”

Turning back around, Sal was facing Mona. She was mad and hot as a fire cracker. Still amazed at her retort, he was still holding a dream catcher in his hands. Mona, steaming mad, walked up to him and snatched the dream catcher out of his hands then tossed it back in the curios section. Puzzled Sal asked,

“What’s all the hub bub Mona? Its native stuff”

She said in an angered pall,

“That stuff is made in China. Man, one of the few things my people have in this G*D forsaken country to make a living with and it’s farmed out to China. Look at this crap; it all has that stupid Made In China sticker on it. Just makes me sick”

With that statement, Mona began to walk out of the store when Sal responded,

“But what about the night shirt?”

Stopping dead in her track, Mona turned around tossing the shirt at a surprised Sal and said,

“You wear it, I’m out of here”

Sal queried,

“But what about the coffee?”

Flagging her arms and hands, she stormed out of the store not saying a word.

With a loss for words, Sal thought to himself,

“Oh man, not another psycho babe”

Sheepishly Sal made his way back to the parked bike. Mona was sitting on the curve when he approached her. He had two cups of coffee in his hands.

Mona looks up at him with a smile and said,

“Sorry about the outburst back there Francis. I just loose it when I see the Chinese stuff in all these stores while my people go hungry. Nothing is sacred anymore eh.”

Surprised by the mood swing he began to hand her the cup of coffee.

“I did not know if you wanted your coffee black or with cream and sugar. So I made one black and one with all the stuff in it. Take your pick”

“Look, I’m not a psycho bitch or anything. I’m just passionate about my people and some things just piss me off. We’ve been so exploited over the years is all. Umm, I’ll take any coffee. Don’t make a difference to me. But thank you for the consideration though” she said.

“You called me Sal in the store and now you’re back to calling me Francis. What gives” Sal queried.

“What I call you in private and what I call you in public are two different things. Don’t worry; I won’t blow your cover. After all, I’m not a total bitch.” She said as she smiled.

With the bike started, Sal made a motion for Mona to board the bike. Kicking it into gear, the duo made tracks back onto the interstate. As Sal turned onto the on ramp he said,

“You can put your hands in the pockets of my jacket to keep your hands warm.”

With those instructions, Mona wrapped her arms around Sal and found the warmth of him and his jacket pockets comforting. Then like a rocket, the motorcycle accelerated and made tracks towards Colorado. The clouds along the mountain range were growing darker and the wind was colder as they traveled northward. Mona just held on tightly as they sped towards destiny.

The weather had other plans for them.
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After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure.

Start of Treasure Hunt,

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November 25, 2007 3:50 PM

Still a little perplexed as to what was happening Sal sat and drank his cup of coffee while Mona studied the map that caused the accident. She was using a magnifying glass as she took notes. Then suddenly Mona looked up at Sal and said,

“How would you like to take a little excursion to Colorado Sal?”

“Sure baby, what would you like to do” the traveler said with anticipation.

With a serious glare Mona retorted,

“Get over it stud, I’m talking about this map you found. It’s a treasure map and from what I can tell, it’s for real”

With a somewhat deflated ego Sal queried,

“What are you talking about? I mean, are you serious or have you bumped your head? Take down my insurance information and I’m history sweetie. I have several thousand miles to cover in a few days and I don’t have time to hang out in Colorado looking for some so called treasure”

“Lookie here Easy Rider, this is an old Spanish treasure map and it shows the location of some buried gold I think. Call it a hunch but I think its worth a gamble to check it out. I was heading to LA to audition for a reality show. But I think this would be a better bet. So what do…”

She was cut off as Sal began,

“Hey look, I don’t have time for this. Do you want my insurance info? Because if you don’t, I’m out of here”

“Suite yourself homeboy, I gave you a chance since you found this thing in the first place. Besides, I don’t think I need to baby sit some used up biker anyway” she snapped.

“You sure have a mouth on yea, gads! So you mean to tell me that you want me to join you on some treasure hunt in the boonies in Colorado? What the hell are you smoking anyway? Sal retorted.

As she was writing down his insurance information she began to laugh,

“Francis, your middle name is Francis? This is rich; here I sit with a road warrior named Francis. Oh Francis, you better get on your little scooter and go back home, I hear your mommy calling you”

Embarrassed by the attention his middle name has gained. Sal slammed down his coffee and got up off the chair and gathered up his paper work. Then he made his way out of the restaurant and quipped,

“Stow it hag and have a nice day”

Still simmering over the indignation Sal sat on his motorcycle pondering the events that just transpired. The gal was very attractive but she had a mouth on her. He was a loner by nature and was really just traveling in any direction since he had no real destination. He was planning to visit his sister but they really did not get alone to well since he hated her husband and thought the guy was a puke and manipulator. He hated they way this guy treated his sis.

Struggling with demons from his former life, he was restless and suffered PTSD’s. He did not fit in society and cared little for the street life he once lived. In essence he was wandering in life trying to find peace of mind. As he sat there he began to remember his childhood and how he struggled to belong and find friends. The memories of the savage beatings he received from his step dad still made his blood run cold. He could still hear the sound of his mother hitting the floor as she was beaten almost to death time and time again.

His heart began to beat harder and harder in his chest as sweat began to bead on his forehead. The sound of breaking glass and his mother’s pleas began to consume his thoughts. He reached into his saddle and grabbed a bottle of Wild Turkey then took a long hard draw to ease his pain. The elixir burned all the way down his throat and the voices began to cease. Then he heard a voice,

“Sal, I’m sorry. I was out of line back there” Mona said in a civil tone.

Sal looked up at this gal and said in a macho voice,

“Forget about it, it ain’t nothing but a meatball”

He started his motorcycle and began to engage the clutch when Mona walked up to his handlebars and pressed the kill switch shutting down the motor. She looked into his eyes and said,

“So Sal, want to go to Colorado?”
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Filled on coffee and something to eat. It was time to travel on. After a visit to the little girls room Rivkah got another coffee but this time to go.

It had been an interesting visit with that couple getting a lot of attention there at the end with him storming out and there she still sat deep in thought.

Outside there he was sitting on his bike deep in thought also. Oh boy that is a sure sign something is stirring!

Goodbye folks! Have a nice life, it was interesting meeting you but I need to travel on to Colorado Rivkah thought to herself.

As she adjusted her coffee cup in the holder and puts the car in gear, she looks in her mirrors as she eases out of the parking lot.

“She sees the woman walking to him.”

Ann LRD

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After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure.

Start of Treasure Hunt,

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new series November 18, 2007 12:01 PM

POV

The scene is of a pick up truck with Oklahoma plates leaving the Pilot Travel Plaza in Gallup New Mexico heading to the east bound on ramp of Interstate 40. Their destination, the rez.

The camera will pan from the pick up truck to a parking place at the travel plaza where it would be obvious Crow and Carlos was parked. Next to their parking spot will be a trash can where you will see a load of Tanka Bars wrappers and a map.

As you notice the map at the top of the pile of rubbish, a gust of wind will blow the map out of the trash can and into the air. At that moment a biker will be pulling into the plaza as the map descends on the face of the unsuspecting biker. He looses control of the motorcycle since he can’t see and slams into the side of a parked car setting off the alarm. Since he was not driving fast the only real damage to the car was a dent to the door and a bent fender of his scooter.

While assessing the damage, Sal the biker hears a shriek from the other side of the parking lot,

“My car, my brand new car!”

Sal turns around to see who is all fired up over the accident. It’s a tall brunet gal with a soda and a sack of munchies. She was a well toed heel and quite a contrast to Sal who was on a road trip to Virginia from L.A. to visit his sister. The girl, Mona was on her way to L.A. for an audition for a reality show.

“Look at my car, it’s totally ruined” said the frantic girl.

Smitten by her beauty Sal responded,

“Hey doll face it ain’t nothing but a meatball I insurance. Don’t sweat the chump stuff eh”

Somewhat shocked by the reply she quipped back,

“I’m not a doll face bub so fork over your insurance information”

Equally surprised be the reply Sal said,

“Oh, umm OK. Let me get the info out of my saddle bag. Hey, and I’m real sorry about this lady. I lost control when this map fell across my face”

Mona snapped up the map to see what it was. She began to study it with great interest while Sal fumbled with all the contents of his saddle bag searching for his insurance card. When he found it, he eagerly turned to the upset motorist. But to his surprise she was in deep concentration while studying this map.

In a very polite and respectful tone he said,

“Umm, miss? Here is my license and insurance. And ah, I’m really sorry about this. I just could not see and it was all my fault. I’m on my..”

His sentence was cut short as Mona commented,

“Did you get a chance to read this thing? It looks like a treasure map of some kind. It’s written in Latin and it has landmarks that look like the area around Southern Colorado. Look, see it says Sangre De Cristo, that’s a mountain rage in that region and in this map are the words Cibola. That’s the Seven City’s of Gold”

Perplexed by this once enraged motorist, he looked to her with amazement. He was at a loss for words as this gal totally lost interest in the accident and was engrossed in this treasure map. He sheepishly said,

“Huh?”

She looked him in the eyes and said,

“Park that bike of yours and let me buy you a cup of coffee”

Still shocked my this gals total attitude change he clumsily replied to this dapper gal,

“Ah yea, yea OK. Sure I’ll meet you inside.”

She then turned and with a determined stride she walked back into the travel center.

All the time, Sal was keenly observing this total knock out strut her stuff in a pair of jeans that almost looked spray painted on. Still somewhat taken back by all this, he looked up to the sky in an almost religious pose and remarked,

“Pinch me Lord, is this really happening?”
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November 18, 2007 12:04 PM

Rivkah was a bit tired from driving what seemed like all day and pulled over to take a break. She liked taking in the people around her without seeming too nosey.

She noticed a few of the cars she had been traveling with. As they had played leap frog from one exit to another.

She noticed this paper flying in the wind over the parking lot. It was amazing how it picked this one guy’s face who then ran into a womans new car. Which they were now very upset over or she was at least. The woman suddenly stopped to read what ever it was on the paper. The man was interested in a bit more then the piece of paper and her car, if you know what I mean.

Rivkah went on in well ahead of them, as she did not want to get caught in their mess as a witness. She just wanted to get a cup of coffee and see what light foods they might have to eat for a traveler. Faintly she heard ….

“Pinch me Lord, is this really happening?”

Ann LRD

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Treasure Map Stories By Buffalohair [page 4]

[From Ann;s Journal Collection]

After Lunch let’s go hunt treasure.

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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 2:24 pm Post subject:

Clearing the smoke filled sky’s over Miramar Naval Air Station near San Diego California. Two F-18 Hornets fully armed with GPS and laser guided bombs and missiles scrambled towards Barstow California.

Major Seymour Hair began his briefing to his wingman, Captain Delbert Pfoust on their mission. Through the roar of the jet engines and the crackle of the head piece he began his oratory.

“Del, it looks like another Renegade Robot again. Problem is, the Shuttle is supposed to land at Edwards Air Force Base in a few hours. We are to intercept a 1964 Skylark driven by some old women heading north on Interstate 15.”

Captain Pfoust responded,

“Sir, did I hear you correctly? We are to intercept a 1964 Skylark driven by some senior citizens?”

“That’s affirmative Captain, we are intercepting a 1964 Skylark filled with grandmothers and a renegade robot. At least it keeps us out of the smoke back in San Diego eh captain?” the major said.

“Yes sir, I was dreading the evacuation detail” the elated officer told the major as they flew through the sky.

“There it is captain, The Marine Corps Depot in Barstow and my guidance system also is detecting that Ann 235 Cyborg. I knew this experiment was going to go haywire though”

“Why is that sir?” queried the fighter pilot.

“Just think about it Del, the robot is designated Ann 235. They gave this thing a woman’s name. And sure enough, in this day and age there is no way a woman is going to do what a man tell them to do and apparently neither is this Ann thing-a-majig” quipped the major.

“Look, 7 o’clock, I see the Skylark” Hair said.

Their Hornets banked to the left to get a better look along Interstate 15.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:49 am Post subject:

Wow, Look at that will you! They sure are coming in low in doing their training exercises.

The Sky Lark sort of leaned to one side as all the Grannies pressed their faces against the side windows to get a better look, even a mans flattened face appeared. All but one that is ……….

Ann what do you make of that? Ann, ………. Ann!

They all turned to look at her as she was not even looking out the side window with them, but was just staring at the road ahead of them.

They gasp, do you smell wires burning? Oh Gads Ann …… why are your eyes red? She then slid her sunglasses down off her forehead to cover her eyes. Oh I am all right girls.

“Quick, lets find an underpass and hide!”

Those jets are doing something to, Ann but what I do not know! Quick there is a garage by that dinner, pull in there.

Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 9:02 am Post subject:

As the Dreadnaughts pierced the afternoon sky like the tips of a warrior’s arrow, they descended on the outskirts of Barstow and did a fly by.

The wingman commented;

“Sir, my dad owned a Buick Skylark and I used to put my hand outside the window when we went on long drives. I used to pretend it was a jet while my hand fought the wind. I even had one of them toys you put in a rolled up window that had a plane on the outside end. I used to play Superman to and…………”

His journey back in time was cut short when the senior officer announced;

“Look 4 o’clock just under the canopy of that Flying “J” Travel Plaza. I think I spotted the Skylark next to that Safeway truck on the fuel island. Lets take her back up to 7,000 feet”, said the major.

“Should we arm the cruise missiles sir” commented the wingman.

“Negative! I think we should wait till they are not in such a populated area captain” retorted Major Hair.

With the sound of thunder the war birds climbed through warm desert sky.

Buffalohair
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 9:26 am Post subject:

Eglantine pulled the Sky Lark into the truck/car wash bay by the Gas pumps.

Come on girls lets get something to eat, said Eglantine!

Mildred can wash the tail pipes black smoke stain off the car again.

We might as well fill her up with gas while we are here, Ann!

Okay, see you inside when we are done, said Ann

As Mildred washed the SkyLark and her new but now flattened man, Ann stepped behind the car wash scanning the skies.

Ahhhhh, here they come looking for us thought Ann as she reached into her purse and pulled out her knitting with the ball of yarn. She slowly pull a knitting needle free …………

She could hear Mildred singing as she soaped up the car with the wand brush.

Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 2:11 pm Post subject:

As the war bird were making their ascent, the major exclaimed;

“Check Six, Check Six! What the hell was that!”

Then the harried wingman responded;

“Doing the Linda Blair sir! I just felt something, sounded metallic and my HUD is flickering, I’m loosing power!!!!”

The concerned major responded to his wingman in this quick exchange;

“Snugging up now cappy. Well I’ll be go to hell, looks like a knitting needle stuck to the side of your fuselage and there is a pink light flashing on the tip of it” said the perplexed major.

While the drama was unfolding in the sky’s above the Barstow Victorville area, little Ziggy Zimmermann was playing with his calculator. He was with his parents on a return trip from a Barmitzva in Las Vegas Nevada.

As the car left the travel plaza and was making its way back to south bound Interstate 15. Ziggy struck up a conversation with his mother.

“Mom, did you see that old lady shoot the bottle rocket?”

His mom with a calm yet firm voice responded;

“That’s nice Ziggy. Now finish your Algebra. That’s your ticket to Yale. You don’t want to be a pawn broker like your uncle Murray and marry a Yenta like that Isabel do you? Oy Vey he is such a putz. Oh my G*D, did you see what she was wearing at the Barmitzva? She looked like such a whore.”

The husband, while driving the car, looked to his wife and said;

“Sarah, not in front of the boy, please”

The mother turned to her husband Saul with a look that could kill and retorted;

“I saw your eyes mister lady’s man; you just wait till we get home. I am not done with you either. I don’t know why I’m here anyway. I could die tomorrow and you would flirt with the mortician at my funeral. All I am is chopped liver to you. I should have listened to my mother and married a doctor.”

Under his breath the forlorn Saul muttered;

“I wish you did, Oy”

In an authoritarian voice she said;

“I heard that”

It was going to be a long drive back to Encino for poor Saul.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 8:35 pm Post subject:

Sitting on a hillside overlooking the Travel Plaza munching on a couple Tanka Bars, two Native guys watched in amazement at the show in front of them.

“Did you see that? One of them elders took a shot at the jets” Crow said to his older brother Carlos.

“Well we better get the heck out of here because you know who they are going to blame don’t you? Us” said the worried older brother.

Making their way back to the old pick up truck parked in the emergency lane, Crow spotted a California Highway Patrol cruiser about to park behind the truck.

“Oh oh, looks like we are in for it now.” Crow said as they hurriedly made tracks for their iron pony.

“Let me do all the talking Crow.” The worried Carlos quipped.

And that moment 5 more CHP cruisers pulled up behind their comrades patrol unit with lights flashing.

As the two Skins approached their pick up Crow commented, “All those lights look like of pretty don’t they, kind of like Christmas or something”

Carlos just rolled his eyes as they got closer to the now growing crowd of officers.

Almost within shouting range, the patrolman asked them if they had any guns. Crow chirped, “Yeah, we have a .270 in the..”

His words were cut short as all the officers drew their side arms and ordered, “On the ground with your arms and legs spread NOW!!”

As the pair lay on the hot desert floor the cops tore into the vintage pick up truck. You could hear glass breaking and metal grinding as they ripped the truck to pieces searching for drugs and weapons.

Then one of the officers shouted, “Hey lookie here, I found the rifle and it has a scope and look at this pot pipe. You Red Skins have any of that whacky tobaccy on you to? Search them boys”

And with that command the boys were picked up and thrown against the pick up. The cops were rummaging through their pockets like they were hunting for gold. After a good rough housing by the authorities they were both cuffed and tossed in a cruiser. They witnessed the law ransacking the old truck. Their Pendleton Blankets were thrown to the ground as well as their personal belongings. The patrolmen were walking all over their personal effects. One cop inadvertently broke the pipe trying to find a stash place. The pipe bag was torn to shreds. The police torn open their medicine bags and all their sacred possessions were thrown to the wind when they did not discover any dope. Angered by this one patrolman smashed the gourd rattles on the ground and totally destroyed their sacred possessions.

Carlos looked over to his saddened brother and said, “I told you to keep your yap shut.”

Crow looked over to his brother and quietly said, “I’m sorry brother.”

At that moment two giant patrolmen pulled Crow out of the car and took him back behind the line of cruisers. Carlos tried to see what was happening to his brother but he could not see very well. But he noticed that several more patrolmen went to the scene as well.

Minutes seemed like hours for Carlos as he sat wondering about his brother’s fate. Then another pair of patrolmen came to the cruiser and dragged Carlos out of the car. He did not even touch the ground as the cops dragged him to a waiting paddy wagon. He kept asking about his brother but the police would not say a word.

Then one of the officers told him he was under arrest for terrorist activities and a list of other charges. Then as he was being whisked away he heard the radio in the paddy wagon. He heard the CHP dispatch as the radio blared,

“10-4, an ambulance is on the way”

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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:30 am Post subject:

As Saul drove on to Encino, his bride pecked at him endlessly. His only defense was to ignore her since he knew the last time he ever put his foot down was at his wedding when he crushed the glass. His only escape was to reflect on a “chance” encounter with Carole, the Las Vegas dominatrixs who tortured him in a seedy parlor off Las Vegas Blvd while his wife slept in the motel.

Oh how he yearned to feel the cat of nine tails on his reddened hind side. His mind drifted as he recalled the sound of chains as Carole secured him to “The Rack” while he was blindfolded and shackled. He knew he was a bad boy and needed to be punished again.

His body quivered as he remembered the humiliation of being forced to dress in stiletto heels, nylons and garter and an SS uniform then made to beg for forgiveness while licking the heels of the dominatrix. Saul was bad bad bad. He could hear Carole’s voice commanding him, “Saul, Saul you dirty pig, get up off the floor you swine. Saul Saul!”

His trance was broken by the sound of his wife as she yelled his name.

“Saul, Saul, watch were you are going. You almost hit that truck. Are you wild or what!”

Saul’s mind was wandering.

Saul was thinking about Carole, the dominatrix.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 8:57 pm Post subject:

As the drama was unfolding along the side of the road, the grannies where getting back into the Buick Skylark. Looking a little dismayed Eglantine began her oratory to the girls.

“Oh my goodness, I think we took the wrong interstate. According to the map we should have gone east on Interstate 10. That would have taken us through Palm Springs and on to Ehrenberg, Quartzite is just down the road”

Mildred was a little concerned and voiced this to the trio;

“Heavens, I just don’t know. I worry we will have problems with the car since we have to drive all the way to Needles. What would happen if the car overheats?”

Ann, still packing her knitting back in her bag said;

“Then we will steal another one”, in a deep sinister voice.

With a concerned voice Eglantine retorted,

“I can’t leave Betsy along the side of the road. I had her since she was new and she’s been a fine car. I just could not bare loosing her since I’ve owned her so long. It was the last thing Barney gave me before he went to Viet Nam. He was such a sweet man, you’d think he had enough war since he was a Korean War Vet as well. I miss him so, he was the most….”

Her words were cut short as Ann countered this moment of sentiment,

“Enough already, mash the gas and move that ass honey. We have some miles to pull down before this day is done”

Mildred turned around and with a terse tone in her voice she said,

“Ann, you have been acting strangely ever since we picked you up from the prison and I had just about enough of your sharp tongue. We are not your prison cronies and I had enough of this. Please, be civil, OK?”

Ann turned to her, with a start, she was in a rage but she caught herself and responded,

“Mildred! Ah Mildred, I am sorry I’m just tired and I’m just a little irritable today”

Mildred smiled and reached over then grasped Ann’s hand in a comforting manner. Then Mildred said,

“My goodness dear, your hands are cold”

Eglantine put the car in drive and she sighed,

“Well, I guess it’s off to Needles”
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2007 5:51 am Post subject:

Yes, you could even hear them singing as the Sky Lark faded from sight:) As they soon forgot their little disagreement.

Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 11:19 am Post subject:

With his wingman’s plane in peril the major ordered the two war birds back to the barn and hopefully the other plane would not loose all power on the return trip. As he peered out at his partners craft the knitting needle began to shake loose from the fuselage.

“Hey cappy, still loosing power?”

“Affirmative major, I am loosing stick and air speed, there is no instrument panel. I might have to park it in the desert” said the worried wingman.

Then as the major was watching this odd device flashing this pink light, the knitting needle dislodges and fell free from the Hornet. In an instant the Hornet shot forward to the surprise of the major and the wingman.

“Yee haaaaaa! Major I have full power now!” Shouted the captain as his plane shot into space.

With a worried tone in his voice the major responded to his elated wingman,

“El Toro is expecting us captain, let’s head to the barn and see what the hell is going on”

With that command the two F-118 Hornets made tracks towards the Marine Corps base.

The knitting needed made it’s decent and fell to the interstate below. Just at the moment, Saul’s car was passing of a line of campers on the interstate. His wife Sarah was keeping vigil as Saul drove. Sarah, still miffed at Saul’s near collision with a truck retorted,

“So Mr.Speed Racer you’re going to get us killed driving like Mario Andretti. At least Mario could drive. What if the tire blows out? Slow down”

Saul retorted,

“We just bought new tires before we left for Las Vegas and besides I’m only going 65 miles an hour and the speed limit is 70”

Suddenly, the right rear tire blew out with a loud pop as the knitting needle punctured the new tire. Sarah grabbed the dash and sternly said,

“Well Mr. Fancy Schmancy race car driver, are you happy now? My mother was right, I should have married a doctor. Hold on bubbla your father is going to get us killed”

Under his breath the beleaguered Saul quietly responded,

“Oy, I should be so lucky”

Sarah snapped back,

“I heard that”

Cuffed and shackled in the back of a paddy wagon, Carlos was trying to listen to the dispatch to find out what happened to his brother Crow. The news was very stark since an ambulance was dispatched to the scene where they were arrested. His heart sank knowing the most likely Crow opened his mouth and got stomped by the patrolmen in true Gestapo fashion.

His heart filled with sorrow as he remembered the many close calls Crow had with death and how he save Crow so many times before. The radio began to chirp more information about the injured party. Carlos strained to hear the communications.

“The party has suffered a myo cardinal infarction and possibly expired according to the patrolmen at the scene. They are trying to resuscitate him at the scene but are getting no response. He is a Native American male approximately 25 years of age, medium build…………..”

With the news of his brother’s death, tears began to well in Carlos’s eyes. The loss of his brother overwhelmed him with grief since it was his idea to travel to California and show Crow the ocean. Filled with guilt he wept for his lost brother and began to sing the death song so his brother could find his way. He chanted their sacred song and with each verse he sung louder and louder. As he sang the tears flowed from his face like two rivers. And at that point nothing matter to him anymore fore now he was alone. His brother lay dead on a lonely piece of highway over a thousand miles away from the reservation.

His mind wandered as he imagined the beating Crow must have received when the cops ganged up on him out of the public’s eye behind the cruisers. This was the land of the Rodney King Beating. Crow was an artist and a peaceful soul who loved to joke and sing ancient songs. Crow was the life of their 49’s. He was the one who took care of the elders during the harsh Oklahoma winters. He was loved by everyone back home and would surely be missed.

Filled with guilt Carlos thought to himself.

“I killed my own brother, I should have never have taken him off the rez. It’s all my fault”

Through the tears and grief he prayed for his brother’s journey and hoped Crow would forgive somehow. He hoped his people would forgive him as well.

Again, he reflected,

“It was me who killed my brother”
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As then got closer to Needles the Buick Skylark seem to be showing less power. Eglantine was getting concerned, was it the elevation or just the heat off the desert?

Eglantine voiced her concerns out loud. Mildred started talking about all of the people she knew who had broken down in Needles and how expensive it was to get their cars fixed there.

Ann felt like she was losing energy and knew it was she who was drawing power from the Skylark just to keep going. She felt bad for the grannies and knew she needed to get them safely into Needles.

We are almost there Ann said. Yes , I can see it now!

As they came to the Gas Station and Motel complex, the Skylark could hardly move. Eglantine turned off the Highway and the car puttered up into the complex and died. Oh noooooooooo!!!!!!!!

Okay, don’t panic girls! We made it here at least. Ann said, Lets check in at the motel and then see about getting this baby fixed. Then you can go get something to eat.

Ann knew she had a big problem, she was getting weaker by the moment.

Mildred you help Eglantine and I’ll carry our bags over to the motel said Ann moving in slow motion. Ann are you alright? You don’t seem yourself?

Saul was struggling to empty the back of their car to get the spare tire. His bride, Sarah was diligently pecking the life’s blood out of him when she shrieked,

“Where is my blue Samsonite suite case?”

Franticly she began tossing the other luggage out of the trunk. Saul was busy catching all the baggage before they hit the ground. Then all of a sudden she stopped and said,

“We have to go back”

While Saul and his wife bickered about the trip back to Vegas, Ziggy found something. It was the knitting needle that was dislodged from the fighter only moments ago. The light on the end was not flashing by then. Being the curious kid tossed the needle in the back seat of the car.

Struggling to find a sensible solution to his plight Saul tried to offer a suggestion,

“Sarah, just call the motel and ask them if they saw your luggage. Then we can call Isabel and have her pick it up for you. Murray and Isabel are staying over to watch Tom Jones so they..”

Sarah burst,

“Have you lost your mine? I should have known you would simply toss my concerns out the window…………”

Sarah paused as she was rummaging in the truck, then she said with a smirk,

“Saul where did this porno magazine come from, is this yours?”

Flush with embarrassment Saul hurriedly grabbed the jack and spare tire then began changing the tire. His heart was beating out of his chest since Mistress Carole autographed the magazine with a personal message to him inside the first page. He countered,

“I must have picked it up by mistake when I went to grab a book of coupons, can you help me with this jack? We need to get back to Vegas as soon as possible”

With the tire changed the family was headed back to Vegas. Saul and Sarah were quiet as they drove. The silence was deadening. Ziggy was working on his math when he remembered the funny needle he found near the car earlier. He picked it up and was playing with it when he noticed something about this needle. Every time he passed it over the calculator the screen would black out like the battery was dead. He waved it over the calculator several time and it would keep shutting down.

As they drove through Barstow Sarah chimed in,

“Saul, who is Mistress Carole?”

At that moment he was approaching the junction of Interstate 15 and Interstate 40. When Sarah dropped the bomb about Carole he inadvertently took Interstate 40 instead of Interstate 15 the direct route to Vegas. Flush with fear he began to think of an excuse or a reasonable explanation. Sarah, a Vassar graduate was not going to buy into any lame excuse. And she was looking directly at him as sweat began to form on his forehead.

Nervously he laughed and said,

“Carole King? Oh she’s a singer remember? It’s to late baby, I liked that song”

At that moment Sarah pulled out the magazine and showed Saul the personal autograph Mistress Carole signed in the magazine.

In a Doctor Laura tone of voice Sarah said,

“Saul, are you some kind of pervert?”

The drive to Vegas was going to be along one, no matter what road he took. Sarah was not a happy camper and she began to give him the business.

Sarah quipped further,

“Oh my G*D, is that you in the picture?”

Meanwhile Major Hair and Captain Pfoust were studying the hole in the fuselage of the F-118 hornet.

“What do you suppose caused that Major” the captain said.

Hair replied,

“You’re not going to believe this cappy but it looked like a knitting needle and it looked like it has an Led light on the tip of it”

The two of them later reported to their station at Mira Mar. After a debriefing the two of them had some leave time and decided to head to Lake Havasu for some fun in the sun and blow off some steam.

“Check the tire and light the fires sir?” queried Pfoust.

“Aye Aye cappy” said the major.

And in a cloud of smoke from the burning tire from Captain Pfoust’s 2007 Corvette the two of them hit the interstate bound for Lake Havasu Arizona.

Hours later at the restaurant in Needles California, Eglantine, Mildred and Ann were sitting at a booth. Eglantine just ordered a Rubin Sandwich while Mildred struggled with her order.

“Oh dear, I don’t want to eat anything to heavy since it’s late in the afternoon. Umm, I think I will try the soup. What is the soup of the day?” Mildred said.

The waitress impatiently replied while snapping the gum in her mouth,

“Well honey its chicken noodle. Is that all?”

Slightly confused, Mildred said,

“Ah, OK and does it come with umm, OK, yes I’ll have the soup and a cup of tea please”

Then the waitress turned to Ann and asked,

“What about you sweetie?”

“Stow the sweetie cup cake, I’ll just have a cup of coffee” Ann retorted in a deep angered voice.

By this time Saul and his family were nearing a Las Vegas turn off along Interstate 40. It was not the turn off he expected since he went in the wrong direction. His wife was reading the highway sign and said,

“This is not the way to Las Vegas you schmuck. Where did you take us anyway? Where is Prime Nevada or that place with the rollercoaster? Why am I here? I could have done so much better”

As the two of them bickered, Ziggy was playing in the back seat. He was enjoying the needle he found and was watching as this needle activated the electric lock and window. The lock would go up and down just like the window. His mother snapped,

“You better keep that door locked Mister. And you had better have your seat belt on! Oy, what’s the matter with the men in this family. I am in an insane asylum. Why didn’t I listen to my mother?

“Sarah, we need to drive onto Needles for some gas. But I think we are not too far out of our way” Saul said sheepishly.

“So you got us lost in the desert and we are almost out of gas? When we get back home I’m calling my mother AND Doctor Zimmermann. You have lost your mind Saul. You are so disgusting to me right now. I don’t want to see your face” said the enraged Sarah.

Ziggy fanned the needle over the window and lock controls again, click, click, click.

“Ziggy stop it now! Sarah yelled.

They drove onto Needles and in a few minutes they were within sight of the Standard Gas Station and Restaurant.

Then while Ziggy was playing with the needle, the end began to glow pink like it did when it was stuck to the jet fighter. The car began to cough and sputter as if it was running out of gas. The car was loosing power.

Already infuriated with Saul Sarah said with great anger,

“OK Mr. Fancy Schmancy King of the Road. You really did it this time. Can’t you read the fuel gage? Now we are going to die out here. If you paid more attention to your family instead of the Sex Queen in Las Vegas maybe we would not have had to drive all the way back there to get my things. You are a disgusting pig, you know that. I hate to even look at you Saul. You disgust me”

Listening to his wife debase him the way she did was actually arousing him. He began to see his proper educated wife in an erotic and sensual light. Something he had not felt for years. Calmly he responded to his newly desirable bride.

“We still have a quarter of a tank. I think I will pull into the garage at the station and have the mechanic look at it. We can eat some dinner at the restaurant”

“Suite yourself Saul, you make me want to vomit” retorted Sarah.

Then in a motherly tone she turned to Ziggy in the back seat and said,

“Bubbla, are you hungry?”

“Yes momma, can I order what I want?”

Lovingly the mother nodded her head as if to say yes. The car passed the fuel island and quit running just as it pulled up to the garage entrance.

At the fuel island were the two fighter pilots. They had just completed a high speed road trip through the desert in the high performance Corvette.

“Well major, what do you think. I told you this would cruise at 160 miles per hour. And we did not see one cop, now that’s cooking with gas” said Pfoust.

Major Hair responded,

“Yea cappy, I can tell you love your cars like your women. You love them fast and nice to ride. And you like them to look good too”

The two of them laughed as they parked the car and entered the dinner.

As Saul and his family was walking towards the restaurant. The auto mechanic was a bit puzzled as he put the car on the diagnostic machine. His partner came up to him as he queried,

“Yea know something Phil? This car does not show a thing wrong with the electrical. It’s just like that car them old ladies brought in earlier.”

Phil looked to his perplexed friend and said,

“I just hate all this computer stuff these days”

Saul was walking behind his wife and son as they entered the restaurant. The scolding his wife gave him made him somewhat sexually aroused. As his bride walked in front of him, he was envisioning her clothed in black leather like Mistress Carole. His wife lead them to a table and they all sat down. Saul could not help but notice the fine curves of his wife’s buttocks and legs as she sat down.

In the background, the song by Journey, “Don’t stop Believin” began to play softly as the Marines entered the restaurant behind Saul and the crew.

“Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world
She took a midnight train going anywhere…….

Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took a midnight train going anywhere…….”

The Marines started looking for a booth to sit and order a coffee. Saul and his family were looking at the menu. Ziggy was eying all the deserts since his mom said he could order anything.

The music continued,

“A singer in a smoky room, smelling like cheap perfume
For a smile they could share the night
It goes on and on and on and on….

Stranger waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night”

Ann was oblivious to the gals chatting as she began to stare into empty space. Her eyes began to glow red.

The music continued,

“Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night”

The music drifts away as the scene fades to black……………..

In the darkness, you can hear the sound of Carlos as he mourned the loss of his beloved brother. His eyes filled with tears, his mind filled with childhood memories. He tried to make sense of his innocent brothers passing. He envisioned the faces of his relations as he told them of Crows death.

Carlos felt guilty beyond words. He could not help but feel responsible for exposing his brother to the wilds of the outside world. It was a world beyond the boundaries of their reservation, a world of hate and deception and he lead his brother to his death. What a horrific death is was too. Carlos could only imagine how Crow died at the hands of the brutal police officers.

Carlos began to cry uncontrollably and he cried out in anguish,

“Crow, Crow, my brother please forgive me. I love you brother. Crow please forgive me”

As he was in the most sorrow filled moment of his life his world began to shake and it was shaking violently, then he heard his brothers voice in the darkness,

“Carlos, Carlos gads, wake the heck up. You’re freaking me out man. CARLOS, WAKE UP!!!”

In a flash Carlos woke up to find himself in the passenger side of the pick up truck. He sat up and looked around to try and get his bearings. And to his joy he found the both of them in a rest area just down the road from the Navaho Trading Post on the Arizona since just a few miles from Gallup New Mexico.

With the excitement of a young school boy he exclaimed,

“Crow! Crow you’re alive, you’re alive. Nemehotates, Nemehotatse Brother. Thank you Creator, Thank You Creator, Nemehotatse my brother”

Surprised by his jubilant hug filled brothers awakening, Crow fought off the overwhelming embraces from Carlos.

With a stern voice Crow said,

“Carlos, I told you not to eat all them Tanka Bars. They were supposed to last us till we got back to Hammon. What the heck were you dreaming about anyway, holay?”

“Man you’re not going to believe this but there was these grandmother gangsters and these fighter jets. Then there was this guy Saul and his wife Sarah and man she was pissed off. Then there was this knitting needle and this robot named Ann who shot at these fighters, You was killed and I though you was dead and then there was…………”

Crow rolled his eyes as he started the pick up truck. He looked over to his babbling brother and said,

“Carlos, hand me that N8V EP. I love you too brother but I think I want to hear that Nations Rising song again eh”

Carlos reached into the glove box and pulled out the N8V EP and a piece of paper and asked,

“What’s this treasure map all about eh?”
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Treasure Map Stories

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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 1:20 pm Post subject:

When Moe greeted Ann, they went off together to talk and catch up on old times.

Eglantine and Mildred were seated at their table.

Mildred was carried away as the men danced.
Mildred was starting to stuff all the grannies money from that afternoon, into the mens g- strings. Eglantine was able to finally grab her in a choke hold and stop her. What are you thinking! Have you lost your mind?

I am just having a little fun!

Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:46 am Post subject:

Eglantine managed to save the rest of the money.

She was upset at how unwise Mildred had become!

In her throwing away money for their Elderly peoples monthly living expences on her own fun.

What made Mildred think they would always have a good take coming in?
She could now see that Mildred was not wise enough to handle the money for the Grannies.

Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 3:32 am Post subject:

Meanwhile in a secret location deep within Cheyenne Mountain at the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) Commander Thurmond Thornpecker was just finishing up an urgent phone call from the president of the United States;

“Yes Mr. President, yes I realize this sir but you must understand we have, yes sir I know you’re the President. But sir it’s just an abbreviation and I don’t think Montreal will make any,……. Sir? Mr. President? What a pinhead”

Just at that moment Captain Parker Buttkiss walked into the command center. Noticing the chagrin on his commanding officers face Buttkiss queried;

“President Bush again sir?”

“Yes I am afraid so captain. He thinks Dick Cheney changed the name of the space command when he was riding his toy pony Regis and wanted me to send out a special team to stencil NAADC over NORAD on every nuclear warhead on base” the commander said.

“What was the deal with Montreal sir?” queried the officer.

“I’m not really sure captain. But he always bombs someone when he gets angry or wets the bed. Last time he bombed the Zellers in Winnipeg. Don’t ask captain, he is not all there” grumbled the dismayed commander.

“Well sir, I came to inform you we’ve spotted the Skylark at our satellite tracking center. Seems the Granny Gangsters just left a strip club and are headed towards Barstow California and Senator Craig just sent us another case of men’s camouflage thongs”

With a worried tone Thornpecker asked Buttkiss, “How is she running, are there any problems?”

“The Ann 235 cyborg is still functioning and all systems are running properly except the audio. But we have visual sir” Buttkiss said.

“Well, what are they doing cap?” the curious commander asked.

“Driving around with an inflatable man but what about all these thongs sir?”

“That Craig is just plain nasty, Captain” Thornpecker said as he pointed to the dumpster outside the office.

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Buffalohair: Granny

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Buffalohair: Granny

Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 7:02 am Post subject:

GRANNY Eglantine was a slight woman in her mid 70’s. She was a widow for many years since she chose not to remarry. Though she was a bit lonely at times in life she was for the most part happy and content. Lester her cat was all the companionship she needed for the most part. Well she did have Smith with her as well, but he did not say much. He just stuck to her side and went with her wherever she would travel. One day, after she went shopping at the local supermarket. She was headed back to her car with a shopping cart full of goods. Then she noticed two men hanging around her car. She noticed one of the men was fiddling with what appeared to be a cloths hanger. The other gentleman appeared to be nervous as he scanned the parking lot. They were trying to steal her car. As she approached her car the thugs did not seem concerned with her presents. Fact was, they began to snicker as she advanced towards them. By the time she was close to them she could hear them making cracks about how this granny was going to stop them. They laughed and laughed as she commanded them to cease and desist and to leave her beloved Gremlin alone. In a heart pounding moment the two criminals stopped and turned towards the old and frail woman and told her to go away or they would have to “Take care of her”. One of the goons made a lunge at her as if to intimidate her. In an instant she shoved the shopping cart as the man lunging at her striking him in the groin sending him down to the asphalt in excruciating pain. The other man pulled out a knife and was making his way towards her old and frail body when she said, “Meet my little friend SMITH and Wesson” She pulled out her side arm and shot the other thug in the leg throwing him up against her car. Now she was mad since he bled all over the driver side door. Then she walked up to the two of the surprised men sticking the barrel of the pistol in the mouth of the shopping cart casualty and demanded the other wounded creep to clean of the door or she was going to blow his friends head off. Bleeding from a gun shot wound to the upper leg the check mated thief pleaded with her to let him go to the hospital. But she was undeterred and ordered him to clean off the door first or she would finish them both off. Well you did not have to tell the guy twice so he ripped off his shirt and wiped down the car like she ordered him to do. While she was watching him wipe down the door she noticed he was looking strangely towards his partner. She caught from the corner of her eye the other fellow coming at her so she reeled around and pumped a round in his chest dropping him deader than a box of rocks. Then turned back to her car washer and told him to finish the job or he was next. By then he was in tears since the other guy was his kid brother. Though he was fearful for his life he was angry over the death of his sibling. Defiantly he threw down the shirt he was using and made another advance towards her. He was cursing her as he tried to lunge at her aged form. That’s when the other shot ran out striking the culprit right between the eyes sending him to the pavement as well. She resumed her journey to her Gremlin and loaded her groceries in the back. Then she reached into her glove box and took out a few tissues and wiped off the remainder of the blood. Then she walked back to the Keystone criminals their lifeless forms splayed on the parking lot floor. Reaching into the back pocket of one of the bad guys, she retrieved his wallet and removed all his money and replacing it with the bloodied tissue. She walked up to the other stiff anf took out his wallet and took all his cash as well.In a puff of smoke she was down the road as her trusty Gremlin took her back to her humble dwelling. Once she arrived back home Lester was at the door meowing excitedly. She removed all the groceries and put everything up and started to perk herself a cup a green tea. Then she fed the cat and took Smith out of her pancake holster and began to clean it. In the background her favorite song was playing. It was a tune by Dean Martin, Volari. Eglantine loved Dean Martin and she hummed the song as he sang. When Smith was finally clean she went over to the cookie jar and loaded three more hollow points into her pistol. She replaced the weapon in the pancake holster under her shawl. Pouring herself a cup of piping hot tea she went over to the kitchen and resumed the bead work she started yesterday. Her only real concern was the fact she forgot to buy white beads to finish up the regalia she was making for her son. She contemplated going back to the store but decided it was best that she wait till tomorrow. She mused, “I should have bought the dang beads” The moral of the story, RESPECT YOUR ELDERS. They did not get to be that age being a fool. Buffalohair _________________ Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind

Buffalohair ALICE’S REVENGE

2009-10-19T00:45:00.000-07:00

Buffalohair ALICE’S REVENGE

ALICE’S REVENGE
Alice was snickering to herself as she left the Social Security office. “Soon it will all be over”, she said to herself as she waked out of the office.

Meanwhile back in the Social Security Office the employees were examining the “Holiday Gift” this old woman dropped off at the office. It was wrapped up in aluminum foil and decorated in the traditional ribbons and bows. It even had a “Santa” card affixed to it.

Nearing their morning break one of the interviewers decided to open this package. To her joy it was filled with delicious chocolate brownies. “How sweet, look the old woman brought us s plate full of brownies, Yum Yum” she exclaimed to the rest of the staff. Then proceeded to get s few of the choice pieces of the delectable holiday treat.

One of the ladies said, “Better be careful girls, this is not on the Atkins Plan. Oh what the heck, it is the holiday season” And with this justification the whole staff converged on the innocent platter of brownies.

Like a pack of wolves descending on a mortally wounded deer the women assaulted the tray and in moments the brownies were gone. “It was nice of the ole girl to bring us some holiday cheer in spite of the fact we reduced her benefits” the youngest of the office workers said with an air of sarcasms.

The coffee pot was empty and was a sign that break time was over. The ladies returned to work and began receiving clients once again. Things went on as normal for the first half hour then one of the ladies queried, “Is it just me or does it seem like time is going slower or something? I sure am hungry and it’s still an hour and a half till lunch”

Another girl chirped, “Lets order a pizza”. Then the security guard volunteered to run to 7-11 for a box of Miss Debbies chocolate cookies. The office manager instructed the guard that he must also bring back a “few” burritos as well as a diet Coke. With the Atkins Diet lost in memory all the office employees were caught up in a feeding frenzy of sorts. Everything looked delicious even that power bar nobody has eaten in months was devoured with no prejudice. Its wrapper was all that remained.

By noon the office was well into the holiday spirit as employees were singing and dancing to Phil Collins and Peter Cetera. 3 empty buckets of KFC enjoined the countless Dominos Pizza boxes that covered the floor of the Social Security Office. It was an ocean of wrappers, empty soda cans, pizza crusts and chicken bones.

One gal was clutching a dog eared poster of Favio weeping uncontrollable. She was rambling on about him fathering all her children. Another gal was making paper airplanes out of customer claim forms and tossing them out the window. Even the security guard was sitting in the corner with the office manager confiding in her about his feminine side while munching down his 9th burrito.

Then the tone became real quite while Helen Reddy was playing on the office radio. As the song built up to the crescendo the gals in the office sang at the top of their lungs, “I AM WOMAN!!!!” And a shower of Bras an one pair of cotton bloomers flew out every window of the Social Security Office descending onto the lunch hour traffic below causing a major pile up.

As the emergency services responded to the incident, across the street in the seniors bus huddled a group of grannies. Eglantine was passing the binoculars back and forth as the old gals snickered. An octogenarian named Alice stuck her frail hand out the window of the bus and gave the one fingered salute and said, “Put that in your pipe and smoke it”

“Don’t you mean brownies?” another gal quipped. The grannies broke into uncontrollable laughter. Then the bus load of grannies broke out into song, “You can get anything you want at Alice’s restaurant”

Sliding a Bob Marley CD into the player and the shifter into drive, Eglantine looked over at the chaotic event that was transpiring at the Social Security Office. Then she said in a serious mono tone voice, “Pay backs are a bitch”. She pointed the bus towards the senior’s center and sped off.

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THE CAPER After the third armored car robbery in less then 3 days the F.B.I. issued an alert based on videos and photos taken at the last heist. Apparently there were two vehicles that perpetrated the robbery on the Wells Fargo Armored Car. The first vehicle was a single seat “Rascal or Scooter”. It was driven by what appeared to be an 80 year old woman with purple hair. The second vehicle was a 1981 Skylark with 5 elderly women inside. It was believed Eglantine Scot, 86, of Quartzite Arizona was the driver. According to the F.B.I. during a normal pick up at Harvey’s Casino in Lake Tahoe one Sunday morning an elderly woman lost control of her mechanized chair and crashed into the armored car as it was pulling away from the casino. In what witnesses said we just a few milliseconds there was a massive explosion that totally vaporized the front of the armored car, kaput, nada, finito la musica. One eye witness told police of seeing an elderly “old bird” making quick use of her walker just before the explosion. An unnamed F.B.I. official was quoted as saying this had the tell tale sign of Ann the Hammer and her geriatric gangsters were on the move once again. With the mere mention of Ann “The Hammer” the press corps was silent as they remembered the horrific death of colleague not a week earlier. He tried to flag Ann down on that fateful day when Ann rounded the turn near the Wendy’s. They say Ann looked that newsman right in the eye and ran him down with her Scooter before he knew what hit him. They say he was dead before his head hit the pavement. Apparently, the motorized chair Ann was driving was nothing more than 300 pounds of self propelled destruction fore it was packed with explosives. Ann drove up to the armored car loosing control of her Scooter and smashing into the grill of the truck. She was actually affixing the shape charge to the front of the armored car in the fake collision. After securing the chair charge to the front of the truck, she hoped on her walker and made her bid for safety. Eglantine and “the girls” were already in position and when the armored car exploded, Ann was safe behind the Skylark. Grabbing Ann’s walker, Alice positioned herself and Ann as the car headed towards the smoke filled scene. Rocks were still falling from the powerful blast but you could see the outline of the armored car. Then with precision timing, Alice and Ann jumped from the moving car and ran into the lifeless hull of the truck. Witnesses also said the “the girls’ then jumped out of the car forming a human chain and unloaded the armored truck in a matter of moments. Someone hollered, “Look at them grannies go!!” during the robbery. But no one dared approach them though. “Mayhem” Mildred had the Mac 10 and was more than happy to use it if anyone stepped out of line. With a heart of stone Mildred was cold and calculating. She could kill with no conscious and everyone knew it. When authorities finally arrived the geriatric gangsters were long gone. Only the empty carcass of the armored car remained. It was rumored the police were slow to respond to the call for fear of being gunned down. They knew the grannies had nothing left to loose. Without their SSI most of them had nothing. They were forced into a life of crime or starve to death. Ever since the cancellation of Social Security and Medicare, senior citizens have taken arms and have left society. The streets of America have become unsafe as roving bands of angry seniors roamed the byways of corporate America. Across the country and in Canada, gun fights between seniors and police are more common than ever before. Statistically 8 out of 10 shootings are between seniors and authorities and 9 out of 10 seniors own hand guns. Some seniors have been known to take liquor, pain medication and even engage in sex! Oh the humanity. Concerned for public safety, Homeland Security officials have outlawed the harboring of senior citizens within the city limits, near air ports and other forms of public transportation. In West Hollywood the mayor wants all elderly “put to sleep” and proposed a maximum life expectancy to keep the number of elderly under control. Buffalohair _________________ Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind

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