Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Parable of the Parking Spot
Today Melanie and I journeyed to Big Lots in search of the HP Computer for $179. We found no such computer, and a store that was quite unappealing with long lines. We left without purchasing anything, with thoughts of not frequenting this store anytime soon in the future.
We then went to Office Max across the street where we got some blank CD's and a gold pen for marking photographs. Next stop was Save A Lot where the parable begins.
There was a spot three down from the entrance and Melanie said park there. I did not listen and said, there is an open spot right next to the door and took that. I stayed in the vehicle while she went inside for groceries.
I left the radio on and fell asleep,awakening when she opened the rear door. She got in and I tried to crank up, but the battery was dead. A poor looking black lady in a beat up car offered right away to try and help us jump the vehicle. She pulled next to us, but was unable to make the jumper cables reach. Had I parked where Melanie wanted, no problem. She then asked a friend of hers if I could use her phone to call home.
The lady let me and I called Amber to bring the PT Cruiser. I thanked the ladies and they went their way. Later, Amber arrived in Landon's truck and we again tried to get the vehicle cranked. It would not crank. I asked Amber to take Melanie and the groceries home and bring the PT Cruiser back. It had cranked this Tahoe previously on another occasion. They left, and I stood guard over the open spot next to us.
This is where the parable continues.
Standing in this prime spot, a lady tried to pull in. I tried to make the motion of jumper cables, but had to walk up to her car. She would not roll down the window. I told her loudly I was holding the spot. Another lady pulled up,she rolled her window down and was quite kind.
Then, in rolls a BMW with a young black fellow and he is quite put out with me that I am holding this spot, even though the spot is open right next to this one. He never says a word and pulls into the spot next to the open.
Thankfully, Melanie returned and I did not have to keep up this saving the spot routine. She pulled as close as she could and I hooked up the cables. It started up.
Parable learned. The poor,black female went out of her way to try and assist us. The rich, black haughty male did not so much lift a finger or attempt to help in any way.
So, thank-you kindly lady for attempting to help and forgive me rich young man for not allowing you to park where you so pleased. I trust a poor,black lady comes your way in your time of need.
We then went to Office Max across the street where we got some blank CD's and a gold pen for marking photographs. Next stop was Save A Lot where the parable begins.
There was a spot three down from the entrance and Melanie said park there. I did not listen and said, there is an open spot right next to the door and took that. I stayed in the vehicle while she went inside for groceries.
I left the radio on and fell asleep,awakening when she opened the rear door. She got in and I tried to crank up, but the battery was dead. A poor looking black lady in a beat up car offered right away to try and help us jump the vehicle. She pulled next to us, but was unable to make the jumper cables reach. Had I parked where Melanie wanted, no problem. She then asked a friend of hers if I could use her phone to call home.
The lady let me and I called Amber to bring the PT Cruiser. I thanked the ladies and they went their way. Later, Amber arrived in Landon's truck and we again tried to get the vehicle cranked. It would not crank. I asked Amber to take Melanie and the groceries home and bring the PT Cruiser back. It had cranked this Tahoe previously on another occasion. They left, and I stood guard over the open spot next to us.
This is where the parable continues.
Standing in this prime spot, a lady tried to pull in. I tried to make the motion of jumper cables, but had to walk up to her car. She would not roll down the window. I told her loudly I was holding the spot. Another lady pulled up,she rolled her window down and was quite kind.
Then, in rolls a BMW with a young black fellow and he is quite put out with me that I am holding this spot, even though the spot is open right next to this one. He never says a word and pulls into the spot next to the open.
Thankfully, Melanie returned and I did not have to keep up this saving the spot routine. She pulled as close as she could and I hooked up the cables. It started up.
Parable learned. The poor,black female went out of her way to try and assist us. The rich, black haughty male did not so much lift a finger or attempt to help in any way.
So, thank-you kindly lady for attempting to help and forgive me rich young man for not allowing you to park where you so pleased. I trust a poor,black lady comes your way in your time of need.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Needmore
by John Clare
The day was drawing to a frantic close,
The miles of repeated pines to never end.
Low on fuel,how far must this forest go?
Then up ahead, a single bulb flickering.
As we turned into the lone, little store,
The elderly lady rose from her rocking chair.
"We don't see too many travelers in Needmore,
Mostly they just rush on past going nowhere!"
While the numbers ticked, she told of her life,
Tales of bee gums sweet upon the deep creeks,
Of her long departed husband courting his wife,
The marriage at Hopewell, the kiss on the cheek.
She could have left this forgotten little stop,
And moved on down to Lake Cities grandeur.
But she chose to remain next to the blacktop,
Telling her story to the journeymen obscure.
Slowly we lowered the handle of the Supreme,
As the elderly lady settled back into her rock.
Desperately we wanted to linger in this Needmore dream,
Where the travelers going on to nowhere forever stop.
Late that night we had to stop at another store,
The needle on the gauge reading below low.
Why, didn't we just fill up back in Needmore?
Needmore? The clerk said, "Why that station was closed
over twenty years ago."
Monday, November 22, 2010
Into the Blue Gold
It had been a full morning of photographing earlier in the day at White Springs along the dry river bed above the bridge on US41. I then rode up Woodpecker route to Roline landing and Turner Bridge. While at Roline, I walked upstream a ways, coming to this scene under the tupelo trees. It was a splendid location, the weather was fantastic, and I just wanted to sit and do nothing but look around. The photographer in me ruled the day, and I went about photographing.
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