The Elephant's Trunk

SO IN LOVE

July 12, 2023July 12, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

It’s two, two, two prompts in one!
A Six Sentence Story word prompt
from GirlieOnTheEdge
and
a photo prompt offered up by Fandango!
OMG! The Sicilian’s outta control!

Last year was our 50^th wedding anniversary, the Big 50, the Golden One, and we knew we wanted to do something special because, really – not too many couples these days make it to 50 years together and are still very much in love – but we’re not crazy about large, over-the-top parties or celebrations with a cast of thousands (even if that’s what our children wanted) so we got the family together and said “Listen, kids, we love you and appreciate the gesture but we really don’t want a party” and we set off to make plans of our own for our special day without putting a strain on our bank account.

We casually tossed out a few ideas such as a weekend in Manhattan (too crowded and we couldn’t get tickets to any of the good shows), or a trip to Vegas (all the flights were crazy expensive), or a mini vacation in Saratoga (but the racetrack wasn’t open for the season yet), or a stay at the Hilton Boston Downtown at Faneuil Hall (there was a conference going on and no rooms were available); nothing was doable so we put our anniversary plans on the back burner figuring we’d get to them eventually.

Well, we got busy with the grandkids, doctor appointments, car inspections, yadda yadda yadda, and all of a sudden our anniversary was just one week away and we didn’t have anything planned; it wasn’t the end of the world – both of us would have been happy going to our favorite Italian restaurant for dinner and a nice bottle of Montepulciano – but those little voices in our heads kept whispering “It’s the Big 50, the Golden One so do something special!”

The next morning my mister announced that he found the perfect spot for us to celebrate our big day: a secluded and romantic place with fabulous views where we could relax and enjoy a delicious meal while sitting by a roaring fire; of course I was all in and asked where this place was but all my guy would say was “it’s a surprise” and told me all I needed to do was throw my toothbrush and ‘a little sexy something’ in a bag, then he gave me a wink and my heart fluttered like it always does when you’re so in love.

On Friday afternoon we set out on our secret romantic get-away and I have to say we were both excited, even a bit giddy as we listened to oldies on the car radio; by now the sun was low in the sky and we were a good ways upstate – where exactly I didn’t know – but the scenery was gorgeous and I expected we’d arrive at our secret destination very soon – perhaps a place that resembled a fantasy castle in one of our granddaughter’s princess books – but just then we pulled off the road into a clearing and my mister jumped out of the car, came around to the other side to open my door, extended his had and asked “May I have this dance?” as he swept me off my feet afterwards suggested I might want to take at a look around while he got everything set up – just don’t go too far, he warned!

When I returned to my mister I could see he’d been busy as I was greeted by a sight I wasn’t quite expecting – a big tent and a roaring fire under a flawless sky, surrounded by the most amazing mountains that I was rendered speechless – not just because I was taken aback by the gorgeous scenery but because after 50 years of marriage, my wonderful husband was very much aware how much I detested camping, yet here we were and all I could do was smile when he showed me the take-out containers from our favorite restaurant with all the foods we like heating by the fire and a lovely bottle of red; he asked me to dance again, and I thought “I’m so in love with this man and all the ways he makes me feel special”, I knew I’d gladly put up with one night of camping, especially since after dinner I would passionately show him all the ways I could put my ‘sexy little something’ to good use.

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #227

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DEAR GRAMMY

July 11, 2023July 10, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

“Emma! Anthony! Come down for supper!”

“One minute, mum.”

“Hurry, Emma! Read about the train to Hogwarts!”

Emma and Anthony raced through to the end of the chapter and knew exactly what to do. They brought out the packages Grammy sent them all the way from Chicago. Dear Grammy was always happy to buy them books or costumes or whatever struck their fancy.

The children ripped open the packages and slipped their new costumes over their heads. They closed their eyes, held hands and repeated the words from their book.

Downstairs, Mum was getting impatient. She called up to the children and when they didn’t answer, she went to check on them.

Emma and Anthony were nowhere to be found. On the bed was their beloved Harry Potter book and two empty packages with the words “Invisibility Cloak”.

“Oh, my dears!” sobbed Mum. “Where are you? What have you done!”

NAR © 2023
150 words

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #243

Why not join me today
and get your groove on
“In The Groove”?
It’s gonna be awesome!
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In The Groove, Seventies

IN THE GROOVE (July 11, 2023)

July 11, 2023July 10, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Hang on, kids. We’re taking that magic train to Chicago! 🚅

Today I chose “25 or 6 to 4”, Chicago’s signature song, for four simple reasons:

I fell in love with Chicago’s sound the minute I heard them
Singer Peter Cetera has one of the best rock voices around
Any rock band that has a badass horn section is aces in my book
There’s some crazy wicked good guitar playing action going on here

Written in 1969 by Robert Lamm, one of Chicago’s seven founding members, the curious title of “25 or 6 to 4” refers to the specific time of day when the song was composed. Opening lyrics: “Waiting for the break of day” — at 25 or 26 minutes to 4 AM (that is, 3:35 or 3:34 AM). No (implied) psychedelic mystery; it’s really as simple as that. 😎

Peter Cetera sang lead on this track – despite his jaw being wired shut. A few months before the recording session, the band went to a baseball game at Dodger Stadium, where their hometown team, the Chicago Cubs, beat the Dodgers, leaving four marines angry and ready to take their aggression out on someone. That someone was Cetera, who was singled out by his long hair as much as his team loyalty. The ensuing brawl sent him to intensive care with his jaw broken in three places. When it came time to record the song, Cetera’s jaw was still wired shut! You’d never know by listening to him here.

From 1970, here is Chicago doing their signature song, “25 or 6 to 4” featuring Peter Cetera on bass and lead vocals and Terry Kath ripping it up on lead guitar.

Yeah, baby! That’s how you play the guitar! 🎸

In 1969, while Robert Lamm was working on today’s song, Woodstock came knocking on Chicago’s door and they were booked to play the event. However, at the time, the band was under contract to concert promoter Bill Graham, and he retained the right to reschedule them. He did exactly that, sending Chicago to play at San Francisco’s famed Fillmore West. That left an empty slot to be filled at Woodstock, so Graham simply scheduled another band that he managed to play in that spot. The name of that band was Santana.

That leads us to the question of the day: Did you attend Woodstock or any other similar musical event? Tell us something about your experience.

I’ll kick things off: I did not attend Woodstock (although I did see The Beatles at Shea Stadium!). My parents laid down the law and absolutely refused to let me go. Now, I was a rebel and did pretty much what I wanted to do but this would have been a tough one for me to pull off. Me and Mr. Bill more than made up for missing Woodstock by seeing more concerts than we can remember, many at the legendary Fillmore East. We keep saying one day we should compile a list of every group we saw in concert. We better do it while our memories are still intact!

Now it’s your turn; who’s up for sharing a story about your concert-going days?

Thanks for joining me today In The Groove. I had a blast! Stay tuned for more great music coming this week.

Be well and happy, my friends; it’s a jungle out there.

See you on the flip side.

I’m The Sicilian StoryTeller

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PEDDLER’S MARKET

July 10, 2023July 9, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

The young man hunched over a table in Peddler’s Market Consignment Store, diligently sifting through the odds and ends in an old wooden box. He was clearly searching for something. After a while he stood straight up, took a look around and started to leave.

“Excuse me, young man” a woman’s voice called out. “Can I help you find something?” The woman introduced herself as Winnie Pierce, manager of the store and the young man said his name was Harry Dawson.

“Well, Harry Dawson. What is it you’re looking for today?” Winnie asked.

Harry told her that he was going to ask his girl to marry him. He hoped someone had brought an inexpensive engagement ring and wedding band set into the consignment shop that he could buy.

“You’re not going to find any rings in that box, Harry; there’s nothing in there except buttons, cuff links and tie tacks. The rings are over here” and Winnie pointed to a glass-enclosed display case.

Harry thanked her and walked over to where the rings were kept. Winnie finished up with another customer and came back to see if Harry had found anything he liked.

“These rings are real pretty, Winnie, but they’re way out of my range. ” Harry responded glumly. “My girl Betty said we didn’t need rings but I wanted to surprise her.”

“I’ll be right back, Harry” and Winnie disappeared into a back room; she returned a few minutes later, gaily humming. “I just remembered these! An old woman brought them in about a year ago, a widow with no children or grandchildren. She told me to get as much as I could for them.”

From behind her back Winnie produced a little black ring box; inside was a delicate engagement ring with a tiny diamond and a matching band. Harry’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“I know they’re quite small, Harry but…”

Harry interrupted. “They’re beautiful and Betty would love them – but they’re probably out of my range, too.”

“Well, Harry. The old lady who brought them in passed away last month. When she dropped them off, she said I should get as much as I could for them. So how much can you given me for them, Harry.”

Harry checked his wallet. “All I got is $60, Winnie. Pay day is the end of the week.”

“I’ll take $50, Harry. How’s that?”

“Really, Winnie? That’s incredibly generous of you! How can I ever thank you?”

“Just make Betty happy, Harry. That’s all the thanks I need.”

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #226

Name That Tune, Sixties

NAME THAT TUNE (July 9, 2023)

July 9, 2023July 7, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Greetings friends and happy Sunday! It’s time for another round of Name That Tune.

Here are your clues; let’s see if you can name both the song and the artist. Come on in; the water’s fine!

Today’s song, released in 1969, is one of the artist’s best known tunes, written solely by him while he was an active member of an extremely popular quartet from the U.K.
Born in 1940 in a well-known seaport in England, this personality is still touring, performing his own original works as well as songs made famous by his former group.
While not true, this tune about a multi-limbed sea creature is sometimes thought of as a children’s song.
This song can be found on an album where the members of our famous quartet (including today’s performer) are walking in a pelican crossing, as it’s called in the U.K., or zebra crossing, as it’s known in The States.
Today’s featured artist is one of the most famous drummers in the world and is known by his very fitting nickname.

I think we can call this one a “freebie”; by now you surely know the answers. Scroll down for the big reveal.

Have you guessed yet? Which clue was the one that did it for you? Well, let’s see if you were right.

Yes! If you said “Octopus’s Garden” featuring Ringo Starr (and 3 other dudes), you were right!

Now here’s a very cool video for you to check out:

Wasn’t that gorgeous? This video was recorded in Waukegan, IL on June 24, 2005 and was shown on a big screen during Ringo’s concert tour.

Here’s a little info I thought was extremely interesting:

The octopus is the third most intelligent animal on earth ( after the dolphin and elephant). Octopuses like to scour the ocean floor collecting brightly colored stones and shells for their “garden” homes under the sea. Their memory in some areas surpasses that of a human. They are amazing creatures that change color and visual design at will. Octopuses can discard any of their 8 tentacles at any time and rapidly replace it with another limb. They have a short life span, only 1-2 years and have over 300 species. Adults weigh about 33 lbs (15kg) with an arm span of up to 14 ft (4.23 m).

There is no copyright for this video and is free to watch; no money is ever made from its viewing. It is for entertainment purposes only. All musical rights go to Ringo Starr and the music distributor.

“Octopus’s Garden” was originally recorded with The Beatles in 1969 and is featured on their Abbey Road album with its legendary pelican/zebra crossing.

Thanks for hanging out under the sea with me today; I hope you enjoyed the scenery and the song as much as I did.

Don’t forget to join Pete tomorrow as he eases us into another Monday with Breaktime Whodunnit.

See you on dry land on the flip side.

I’m The Sicilian Storyteller

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BEYOND THE SEA

July 9, 2023July 8, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

We were at our yearly reunion in Montauk – me and three friends from college on a break from our husbands and kids.

My friends wanted to take the ferry from Montauk to Block Island and return the next day. I’d been there before and it was exactly like Montauk. I suggested we do something different like rent a sailboat or go hang gliding but I was vetoed.

After I got used to the idea of being alone, I thought “This is great!” I was relishing the idea of being able to do something by myself. I decided to take our inflatable raft down to the water – spend some time working on my tan, then check out that new restaurant by the harbor. The raft was no frills – a nylon ladder, a paddle and a 15 foot docking rope.

As I paddled out of the harbor, people waved to me from nearby waterfront restaurants and fishing boats. Clearing the jetty, I stopped paddling and let the ocean swells carry me out to sea. I stretched out as the sun danced off the water and the waves lulled me to sleep.

When I awoke I had no idea where I was. The sea was choppier than before my nap, too. Judging by my sunburn and parched throat, I slept longer than I intended. I retrieved my water bottle from my backpack and downed the contents – probably not a wise move considering I wasn’t quite sure where I was or how long it would take me to get back. There were no buoys or markers anywhere in sight.

Just then I became aware of something unsettling. I heard it before I saw it – a surging rush of water quickly approaching me. I grabbed the inner ropes of the raft and held on tightly. Then it was upon me – a huge wave heaving me forward and pulling me back again. I have no idea how long the surges continued – hours, perhaps only minutes of being tossed about like a rag doll – but I managed to keep my grip and stay afloat in the raft.

The large waves had apparently carried my little raft further than I realized. I could see a large rock formation in the water I had not seen before my nap. If I could paddle around the rock, I might be able to determine where I was, possibly even spot a beach. I began paddling, careful not to get too close to the rock in case the waves picked up again. As I feared, I could feel the swell of the ocean and the surging waves beginning once again. This time the waves were even stronger than before and I was starting to get scared. Then, almost as quickly as the waves began, they stopped.

Just as the waters calmed I became aware of something butting the side of the raft. There it was again! Whatever was attacking my little craft was trying to get in – or flip it over! It was long and slimy; “Could it be an eel?” I thought. I instinctively reached for the paddle which was secured in place. I swung at whatever this creature was until I finally made contact. Somehow it made its way into the raft and was whipping around like a whirling dervish. I pounded it repeatedly until I was certain it was dead. I scampered as far away as I could and curled myself into a ball.

All was quiet. I opened my eyes and squinted in the sunlight at the lifeless blob in the middle of my raft. As I inched closer I realized it was an octopus and I had a momentary pang of guilt for having killed this amazing sea creature. But then on closer inspection I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks. Sticking out of the side of the octopus was a bright red inflation valve. The sea creature I had done battle with not more then 10 minutes earlier was nothing but a child’s inflatable water toy! I was fighting with an incredibly life-like blow-up rubber octopus! Thank goodness no one was around to witness that ridiculous spectacle.

I kicked the offending inflatable toy across the raft and grabbed my paddle, determined to find my way back to shore. As I turned around I came face to face with a large group of people on a chartered fishing boat drifting casually in the water. Obviously the waves I experienced earlier were caused by the boat’s engine as the captain drove around searching for a good place to drop anchor.

All eyes were on me and I’m sure my embarrassment showed through my sunburn. I feebly waved to the people on board; they waved back, then everyone started laughing. My struggle with the “vicious sea creature” was likely the funniest thing they’d seen all day! If anyone recorded me and posts it online, I’ll never be able to live it down. How humiliating!

“Ahoy!” rang out the captain’s voice. “Do you need help?”

“Yes.” I replied somewhat sheepishly “Can you give me a tow to the nearest dock?”

“Well, I could but it would be a hell of a lot easier for you to paddle over to that beach” he replied, pointing to my left. “By the way, sure looks like you showed that ferocious octopus who’s boss!”

Mortified, I paddled away to peals of laughter. 🐙

Float on by today
for a little game of
Name That Tune.
It’ll be fun!
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THE SITUATION

July 8, 2023July 8, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Marla, from Marla’s World, has created a writing challenge. The challenge is for multiple authors to write a single story. She will choose a story that she has written, or that another author has submitted for this challenge, and she will nominate the next person to continue writing it. Once that person has added their section, they will nominate the next author. It will continue like this until the story is complete.

THE STORY SO FAR …..

Marla has started this story

“Drive! Get the hell out of here,” he thought as he sped down her dense tree-lined driveway. “Thank you,” he said to his car, the first time he felt truly happy his old car died. This one just needed a fob in his pocket to unlock the doors and start the car.

Since they matched on the app, their conversations had been so interesting and wide-ranging. Their first date went well too; she was even more beautiful than her pictures had shown. The conversation continued to flow smoothly, and the kiss at the end of the night removed any doubt from his mind that he truly liked her.

He broke convention asking her out again for the next week as soon as he had gotten home, and she agreed. They continued to talk every day, and he was getting more and more excited about tonight’s date as the week went on.

This time, she picked a restaurant an hour away, but close to her house, and he happily agreed. Once again, the date had gone really well and she invited him back to her house to watch the Netflix special they had discussed, and he followed her to her house.

He followed her down her long, dark driveway that wove through a dense forest, becoming increasingly anxious, but unable to pinpoint why. Finally, they got to the house and he was ready to jump out of his skin, but he decided to follow her inside anyway. That’s when he noticed…

Sadje continued the story

…that it was awfully quiet. No insects or birds chirping, no sound of any kind was heard. It was quiet as a graveyard. It felt like he was in another dimension altogether with the sound on mute.

He could see Rebecca beckoning him from her front door, her lips were moving but he couldn’t hear her words. His unease and jitteriness increased. She was saying something but…

“What?” he shouted.

There was no reply. He saw that she had disappeared into the house. The light coming out of the open doorway changed hue and was now purplish blue.

He slammed on the brakes. He held his breath, expecting impact, he couldn’t drive as he was almost blinded by the flash. But there was no impact and everything was instantly quiet again. He tried to get his breathing back under control, hands gripping the steering wheel with force, and opened his eyes.

He jumped into his car and reversed out of the driveway. The blue light was following his car.

Suddenly there was a very bright flash and he couldn’t see anything…

Christine added this part

What the hell is going on? he thought. Looking straight ahead he could see Rebecca’s house out the front of the windshield but there were no lights and Rebecca was nowhere to be seen. Hadn’t he just followed her here? What was going on?

He didn’t know if he should park the car and get out, going to the front door or if he should just put the car in reverse again and get the hell out of there. They had had a great dinner, he liked her and she seemed to like him, but this was all so confusing. He felt like he was dreaming. Was he in some sort of Twilight Zone?

Di added this section

With his breathing back to normal and the fear of what had just happened slowly starting to diminish, he had to chuckle to himself. It had to be that he had drunk too much. That was it. He was “seeing” things because he was drunk. They had shared the bottle of Prosecco before dinner had even started. Grabbing the driver’s side door handle, he pulled up to open his door to get out, but…

…the door was locked. He ferreted around for the fob, cursing the car, modern electronics, and technology. Where was it? He’d managed to get away so it had to be inside somewhere. The interior lights started to blink on and off, and of its own accord, the car started to move. The blue light was back, pulling him like a magnet towards Rebecca’s house.

There was still no sign of life there, but the door was wide open now. He decided he wasn’t drunk. He would never have gotten behind the wheel if he thought he’d had too much, so something else was playing with his mind, and he didn’t like it. No Sir. He didn’t like it one bit.

His fingers closed around the fob which had fallen into the passenger footwell. At his touch, the engine started and smoke came from the rear tires as he slammed it into reverse to get away. The force was strong, but the car responded brilliantly, eventually breaking the hold and the light went out. He spun the car on a dime and hightailed it down the wooded drive towards safety.

Suddenly, a shape materialised in front of him, her clothes in tatters, and her eyes wide with terror. It was not Rebecca.

Fandango wrote this part

Jason slammed on his brakes and the car came to a stop maybe five feet in front of the terrified girl. Jason’s hands on the wheel were shaking and he was breathing rapidly as he and the girl were staring at each other. Finally Jason had calmed down enough to open the car door, step out, and walk around to the girl he’d come close to running over. “Are you all right?” he asked her. “Who are you and what are you doing out here in the middle of the road?”

She didn’t say anything but started pointing back in the direction of Rebecca’s house. Jason turned to look behind him and he could see the blue light slowly moving in their direction. “Shit! Quick, get in the car,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the passenger side of the car. She resisted, but she was small and he managed to open the car’s passenger door, and literally throw her inside. He then ran around to the driver’s side, but she had engaged the automatic door locks, and with the fob still inside the car, he wasn’t able to get into it.

“Unlock the goddam door!” he yelled. “I’m trying to get us both to safety, don’t you understand?” He started to look for a rock to break the car door’s window, but it was too late. The strange blue light had engulfed Jason and the car with the girl inside of it.

Sicilian Storyteller wrote this part:

Jason felt as though he were being sucked into some sort of vortex, spinning wildly out of control. As he was drawn in deeper and deeper into the whirlpool, objects and images flew by him and he held up his arms to keep from crashing into them. In this dizzying state he was still able to recognize some of the debris that was swirling around him, memories and people from his past.

The eddy began to spin faster and faster; Jason felt like he was about to be catapulted out at any moment when he suddenly bolted straight up in bed, drenched in sweat. He looked around and did not recognize the room he was in. Quickly he looked to the other side of the bed; it was empty. He didn’t know why but he was relieved.

Getting up, Jason walked around the room, hoping something would look familiar; no luck. There was a large window on the opposite side of the room, covered by a curtain. In two strides Jason reached the window and pulled back the curtain, not knowing what he would find on the other side. Beyond the window was a scene that bewildered Jason and he stood there staring like an idiot. The view was a sun-filled garden with beautiful fruit trees, a freshly mowed lawn and neatly-planted flowers edging the driveway. And there were two young children happily playing on swings that hung from a large oak tree off to the side. The children gaily waved at Jason and he waved back, perplexed.

Where was this place and who were those children?

Suddenly Jason became aware of a scent – the unmistakable aroma of coffee and bacon – and his stomach involuntarily grumbled. He followed the delicious fragrance to an unfamiliar kitchen. There was a slender woman in a sundress, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, standing by the stove, cooking and softly singing along to a tune coming from a radio. Her back was to Jason. Just then she turned around and Jason was stunned to see who it was.

For last month’s Pass the Baton, I tagged https://mrbump.uk/ (aka Pete), and he did such a good job that I’m going to tag him again.

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ST. MONICA

July 8, 2023July 7, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Frank Rogan, a huge man with a fearsome-looking scar down the side of his face, hoisted himself out of the police car; ice blue eyes cold as death stared at his detective.

“What’s up, Finney?”

“It’s them Italian boys, Chief, the ones from the projects. We nabbed ‘em!”

“Where are they?”

“In the tunnels below St. Monica’s.”

Shoving his way passed the detective, Rogan stepped into the dank tunnel; it reeked of urine, paint and hopelessness. At the bottom of the steps were two patrolmen, hands firmly detaining two scared boys. A third boy leaned against the wall, hands thrust deep in his pockets, cap low on his forehead.

“Well, if it ain’t Nicky Pisano and his two stinkin’ turds.”

The cops laughed; Rogan ordered they take the two boys back to the police car. “You too, Finney. Me and Nicky got business to take care of.”

Once alone, Rogan shoved Nicky to the ground. “You and your bastard ginzo friends have been busy down here, Nicky, desecrating the church. Now you’re gonna pay for this sullying.”

Rogan loomed over Nicky. “You’re one of them pretty boys, ain’t ya? You look like your mother sprawled on her back.” Rogan sneered, his hand rubbing the scar on his face.

Nicky roared and sprang to his feet but Rogan was ready, grabbing Nicky by the neck.

“Up against the wall or on your knees, pretty boy – however you like it.”

Unbearable pain seared through Rogan’s groin as Nicky’s shiv found its mark.

NAR © 2023
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Authors’ Note: St. Monica is the patron saint of wayward children and troubled boys.

The Unicorn Challenge – 07/07/2023

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THE ART OF DYING

July 7, 2023July 7, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

The mysterious figure emerged from the shadows of the dimly lit alley and started walking toward her, sending chills up and down her spine. Christine turned and quickened her pace as the figure drew closer. Just then she heard the sound of an approaching trolley and ran out into the street. Without looking behind her, she jumped on board and found a seat. Catching her breath, she settled down for the ride to her job at the hospital. Whatever it was, Christine was safe now. Being in a new and strange city could be disconcerting; it was probably just her imagination playing tricks on her in the pre-dawn hours.

The south side of Chicago is a dangerous place. Every other street throughout the city is dotted with dingy bars, seedy hotels, strip joints and dark alleys where unspeakable things happen. Gordon Peters had a taste for all of them – along with bourbon, brunettes and black silk stockings.

Most nights Gordon would slither into his favorite bar, The Death Trap, jacket collar turned up and hat low on his forehead. He’d sit in the shadows on the end barstool, order a bourbon and case the joint; just the usual losers. But Gordon had patience. He’d nurse his bourbon, smoke his Marlboro’s and sooner or later she’d walk in, maybe a secretary working overtime or a bored and lonely housewife.

About 45 minutes later, she ran in from the rain, shook her damp dark brown hair, headed to the bar and ordered a martini. Glancing around the room, her eyes landed on Gordon, then quickly looked away. She rummaged through her purse searching for her cigarette lighter. He walked over as stealthily as a cat and offered her a light. Removing his hat, he asked if he could join her. she nodded in assent, surprised to see how handsome he was.

Careful to retain his gentlemanly demeanor, Gordon made himself comfortable. He motioned for another round. They talked for a while; her name was Christine and she had recently taken a job as a pathologist at Chicago General. He was immediately intrigued, wondering how such a beautiful and feminine woman could be comfortable being around the dead all day. Breaking from the norm, he asked if she’d like to get a bite to eat; she agreed.

Dinner was pleasant and afterwards Gordon was ready to make his move. “Look, it’s stopped raining. Let’s take a walk” he suggested. Strolling the dimly-lit streets, he suddenly pulled her into a dark alley and pinned her against the wall. Christine could feel his hardness against her belly. She was unable to move and forced herself to remain calm as she thought “please don’t have a knife”. He pulled a black silk stocking from his pocket and, slowly wrapping it around her neck, began strangling her. The wetness in his pants and bourbon on his breath repulsed her. Gagging, suffocating, Christine’s eyes rolled upward and she slipped to the ground. Removing the stocking from around her neck, he draped it across her face and whispered “Courtesy of Gordon Peters“. And then he was gone.

But Christine was not dead; the only way she knew how to save herself was to let Peters believe that he had killed her. As a medical examiner, she knew a thing or two about the art of dying and how to feign death. She stayed perfectly still for a very long time, her head flopped to the side and her unblinking eyes focused on a rock a few feet from her face. Finally, when she felt certain she was safe, she carefully made her way to the street, looking in every direction in case Gordon Peters was lurking about. There were no people anywhere.

Across the street Christine noticed an idling taxi. She scurried to the cab and hurriedly told the driver “Chicago General. And hurry, please.” When she arrived at the hospital, Christine called the police to report the attack. She was told a team of detectives had been looking for this guy since four women were found murdered – all in alleys, all strangled. Now, thanks to her, they had his name, the name of the bar and a weapon. Gordon Peters had been sloppy that night, an oft-made mistake of the arrogant.

The next night as Gordon left The Death Trap, he was unceremoniously picked up by the police. The brunette on his arm had no idea what she was missing.

Fandango’s Story Starter #104

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SUMMER AND SMOKE

July 6, 2023July 7, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

This is a photo of a rock in my backyard, one of many in the town where I live. It’s actually more than just a rock; it’s a boulder and what you’re seeing is just the tip. The rest of this massive rock is underground and a section twice as big as what’s visible above ground takes up one corner of the very rear portion of our basement workshop/laundry room. So common are these large rocks that there are areas in my neighborhood with names like Rockcliff Estates, Rockingstone, Rocky Hollow and Rock Ridge.

In the middle of the rock is a fairly large patch of moss; that is something new, brought about by the recent extreme humidity and lack of sun. The branches of our Kousa dogwood tree are drooping lower than ever; even I, the vertically-challenged member of the family, need to duck under the branches when walking in the yard. It’s the thick dampness in the air that’s weighing down tree branches and plants. Canadian smoke hangs suspended in the atmosphere; it’s surreal.

We’ve been stuck in this weather pattern here in New York since mid-June. It’s oppressive. The unforgiving trifecta of summer – haze, heat and humidity with daily on again/off again rain – is relentless and leaves us feeling drained and on edge. Our clothes and bed covers are warm and damp. The AC helps, of course, but the wetness lingers, and makes everything now feel cold and damp. There’s no escaping it; even the birds hide in the shade of thick bushes. It’s eerily quiet and still outside.

It feels like I’m living in the middle of a Tennessee Williams play. I could really use a mint julep served in a hammered copper mug with generous amounts of bourbon and shaved ice.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 1, 2023

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MY DEAREST FRIEND

July 6, 2023July 5, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Known to everyone as Baby Mary, she was my dearest friend for three fleeting years, from age four to seven. Nearly seven decades later and I can still picture her heart-shaped face the color of warm caramel framed by waves of chocolate-brown hair, her wide eyes glistening shyly.

At the time my family occupied the corner house of a row of two-family homes on Eastchester Road in The Bronx. Baby Mary and her large family, the Romanos, shared one of those houses. She lived on the ground floor with her parents and maternal grandmother. Her father’s side of the family lived upstairs.

We were just three houses away – close enough for little girls to run giggling back and forth multiple times a day. We spent all our time together, busy with important little girl things.

The residents of Eastchester Road were immigrants who adhered devoutly to their Italian heritage and love of family. They were proud to be living in the United States and strove to become citizens; some passed the test, others didn’t. We delighted in celebrating all the traditional Italian holidays and festivities while embracing all the new and exciting American holidays.

The 4th of July was without a doubt the noisiest day of the year on our street. Some how the men managed to get their hands on firecrackers, sprinklers, cherry bombs, ash cans, rockets and fireworks. Baby Mary’s uncles always seemed to have the most. I remember her uncle Joe had a massive lead pipe with a diameter of at least 12″. He’d prop the pipe against the fence in their backyard so that it was angled and facing the sky. With the glee of a little boy he’d toss firecrackers, cherry bombs, etc., into the pipe and yell for everyone to cover their ears. The explosions were deafening and we’d all cheer. The best was when he’d toss fireworks down the pipe and they’d shoot out into the night sky, erupting in glorious colors. Baby Mary and I would sit together in the corner with our sprinklers taking it all in with eyes as wide as saucers.

I was fascinated by Baby Mary’s mother and grandmother. They did work from home, sewing little bows and pearls onto ladies’ panties. Their hands moved rapidly as they sat in their crowded living room watching soap operas and sewing. I rarely saw Baby Mary’s father; he worked in New Jersey in his cousin’s shoe repair shop and only came home on weekends.

At the age of five Baby Mary and I started kindergarten. Every morning my mother would walk us to school and pick us up in the afternoon. The best times were when she came to get us in her car. My mother was one of the few women in our neighborhood who had a driver’s license. We would gleefully hop into her Ford Fairlane 500, begging she take us to Carvel for ice cream. Sometimes we’d stop for gas and my mother would complain about the price being 30 cents a gallon, calling it highway robbery.

When it was time for us to go to first grade, my parents decided to send me to a private school. It was the first time I was going to be away from my dearest friend and we were heartbroken. We would run to meet each other after school and we played together as much as possible but it wasn’t the same. And our trips to Carvel were few and far between.

One day after school Baby Mary didn’t run to meet me. I looked up and down the street but she was nowhere in sight. My mother brought me inside and told me the saddest news I had ever heard: the Romanos moved away that day. She explained that they went to live in New Jersey where Baby Mary’s father worked. I cried for days and couldn’t understand why she had to leave; I felt so lonely. There was no one to tell my secrets to, play with my dolls or happily share ice cream. I had to see my dearest friend, even if it was for an occasional visit. I pleaded with my mother to drive me to New Jersey but she never did. There was always some reason why we couldn’t go. When a young couple moved into the Romano’s house it was as though Baby Mary never existed.

Years later I learned the truth: Baby Mary’s father was in The States illegally, a fugitive hiding from immigration authorities. He had committed a terrible crime before fleeing to America. He was apprehended in New Jersey and deported; the whole Romano family returned to Italy. I never saw or heard from Baby Mary again. I think of her often and wonder if she ever thinks of me, her dearest friend.

NAR © 2023
Originally published 2020

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A very, very long time ago, At The Movies

AT THE MOVIES (July 6, 2023)

July 6, 2023July 1, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Welcome back to At The Movies!

Since we’re just coming off the July 4^th holiday in The States and I’m still in a patriotic mood, I hope you’ll grant me one more indulgence. I went pretty far back today so some of you youngsters out there might not know this particular artist – and what an artist he was!

He could act – anything from comedy to gritty crime stories. He could sing and he could dance. He’s got a real Irish tough guy persona but not in the movie video you’re about to see.

Any idea who I’m talking about? Well it’s none other than an American institution, the one and only Jimmy Cagney doing the best George M. Cohan I’ve ever seen.

From 1942’s “Yankee Doodle Dandy”, a biographical musical film about George M. Cohan – an American entertainer, playwright, composer, lyricist, actor, singer, dancer and theatrical producer known as “The Man Who Owned Broadway” – here is Jimmy Cagney singing and dancing to “Yankee Doodle Dandy”.

Just sit back and have fun with this one.

Now that’s about as entertaining as they come!

So what could possibly be our question of the day? Well, there is none! Just enjoy this:

As I mentioned earlier, Jimmy Cagney acted in some pretty gritty and grisly crime dramas. He’s famous for the catchphrase “You dirty rat!” but in reality Cagney never actually said that. He said something pretty close and here it is, just a bit of fun for all you Cagney buffs out there. This is from the 1932 movie called “Taxi!”

That was intense! I thought for sure the girl was a goner – not to mention the guy hiding in the closet!

Did any of you know the name of the movie? I never even heard of it!

Jimmy Cagney was an amazing man. If you don’t know much about him, I urge you to check him out on Wikipedia. He was one of a kind!

Well, that’s it for this week. Thanks for hanging out with me here At The Movies and joining vicariously in my July 4th celebration.

Nick’s up tomorrow Breaking Boundaries in his own inimitable fashion; stop by and check it out.

See you on the flip side.

I’m The Sicilian Storyteller

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PAINT IT BLACK

July 5, 2023July 5, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

It is raining; Little Joseph, only four years old, is riding in the back of a big black car, his mother Carla by his side, following a long, flower-covered car and Mommy said Daddy’s in that car but Joseph can’t see him.

Their car stops and other cars arrive, depositing crying people dressed in black who follow some men carrying a long black box into a grassy field as Joseph wonders ‘Is this a picnic?’ but then the men lower the box into a large hole in the ground and Mommy tells Joseph to “say goodbye to Daddy.”

Joseph is confused but follows her lead, tossing a flower into the hole and returns to the car where Carla lights a cigarette, smiles and tells Joseph Daddy won’t be coming back; this makes Joseph feel so very sad – he can’t understand why Daddy would leave without saying goodbye – so he looks out the window and waves bye-bye with his little hand.

It is raining again and Joseph wants Mommy to play with him but she says “No … I’m busy on the phone” so little Joseph goes exploring in the cellar where there are lots of boxes … great for climbing and building; Joseph spots a small box among the big ones and decides it’s perfect for the top of his fort and just as he’s placing it on the tippy top, it slips from his hands, scattering torn photos of Daddy and newspaper clippings, too, but he can only read a few words – ‘BOAT’ … ‘LOST’ … ‘ROMANO’ – his surname; Joseph doesn’t understand any of it but he instinctively knows Mommy would be mad at him so he puts the box back where he found it and goes upstairs.

It is still raining but Joseph hears laughter outside and from the window he can see Mommy and a man kissing under a tree; the man takes a suitcase from his car and he and Mommy run to the house, throwing open the door, dripping wet, still laughing and Joseph thinks it’s all very strange for grown-ups to act this way.

Carla looks at Joseph and scolds, “Naughty boy! Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” but Joseph just stands there, looking at them; “Well, silly goose”, purrs Mommy, “Say hello to my friend … he’s your Daddy now.” and they run up the stairs laughing, hugging and kissing, leaving Joseph alone in the hallway so melancholy and wondering if it will ever stop raining.

Reprised, reworked and rewritten from a 2018 piece
[because I lost track of time and forgot to write a new one].
It’s a 6, don’t you know! Punctuation be damned!
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

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SOMETIMES LATE

July 5, 2023July 5, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

The Tin Man’s trusty companion
Rusted by his side
They didn’t hear the call for rain
And had no time to hide

Photo Challenge #470

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TRUST ME

July 5, 2023July 5, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

“Alright, people! Listen up! In case you don’t know who I am, let me introduce myself. I’m Nina Russo, director for tonight’s broadcast.

What you see here are our two presidential candidates and the moderator for this evening’s debate, courtesy of the fine ladies and gentlemen over at carpentry. Candidates, say hello to my crew. Oh, I forgot. They’re dummies, incapable of doing anything; that, my fine people, is your job, to turn our three Pinocchio’s here into real live men.

OK, let me see a show of hands from everyone in AI. Excellent! I’ve been told Preston’s in charge of all the magic you guys are going to create. You have a question, talk to Preston. He’s the man who will advise you about everything. I want you to be sure the eyeballs move and blink and don’t just stare into space like the real candidates. The eye and the mouth movements … it’s imperative they are perfectly in sync with their CG voices.

I almost forgot! Teeth! Dr. Mike Hillman, dentist extraordinaire, is here to assist you in choosing the perfect set of teeth for each mouth. It’s the little, overlooked things like teeth and birthmarks that can spell disaster.

I cannot stress the importance of making these bozos look like they’re really talking. You people running the computers and teleprompters … you screw up, even by a nano second, and that could be a catastrophe. My ass will be grass and that will make me very unhappy. And when I’m unhappy, everyone is unhappy.

There will be no cell phones in the studio tonight. No books, magazines, iPads, Wordle, Candy Crush, Solitaire, WhatsApp, Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, TikTok, texting, yadda, yadda, yadda. Get it? I don’t want anything that might distract you. In fact, I want my computer guys, recording synchers, camera operators and teleprompters in plexiglass booths like we did during the Covid press conferences. Concentration is key tonight, people. Gary, you were in charge of the team working on the booths three years ago … is that correct? And do we still have the booths available to us? Great, I want you in charge again tonight.

Arm and hand movement is crucial; I want these puppets doing every little thing you’d see the man on the street doing: gesticulating, pointing a finger, putting a hand up to its head, sticking a hand in its pocket, holding a glass of water, pounding the podium, rubbing an ear, crossing arms. AI people – you hearing me?

And speaking of ears, where are my makeup people? Claudia, you’re in charge of makeup. Look, those are the worst ears I’ve ever seen. Fix them, please; they need to be exact. Regarding makeup, I want perfection tonight. Hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, lip color, complexion. You all have photos of these three clowns: study them, refer to them. I don’t want anything out of place – not a mole, a scar or a nose hair, got it?

Wardrobe! Again, study their photos. Pablo, give me some good news and tell me the padding is here. Yes? Excellent! Look people, we’ve got body padding of every size imaginable. Find the right one and pump these guys up a bit. Remember … they’re not gym rats, they’re politicians so easy on the muscles. We’ve got suits on racks in the back along with shirts, belts, ties, socks and shoes. Match them up perfectly with each candidate. If he wears a wedding band or a Masonic ring, make sure it’s on his finger and for God’s sake, make sure it’s the right ring. That goes for watches, cuff links, tie bars, tie tacks and lapel pins. And if he cut his finger this morning, don’t forget the band aid. Detail is paramount; I cannot stress that enough.

Glasses. Neither of the candidates wears glasses but the moderator does. Make sure he’s wearing the right pair.

Listen, you may think the viewers at home are easily fooled and you’re right. Still, I will not put my reputation on the line by anyone mucking up even the slightest thing. I want perfection. I don’t want so much as a questioning glance from their parents, their wives, their kids, their pets, their lovers, their doctors, their call girls, rent boys or drug dealers. Do I make myself clear?

OK. It’s seven hours till showtime. Millions will be watching at home, in bars, in gyms everywhere across the world. We need to keep this believable until our man’s in office. Then it becomes someone else’s problem. I’m counting on each one of you. And for crying out loud, if you need a break, take five and plug yourselves in. There are ports all around the studio. I want you all on top of your game tonight. Is that clear?

Ok everyone, I want you to meet Chase Bennett and Kate Reynolds, my assistants. They’re going to take over for the next hour or so. Do everything they tell you to do.

Chase, walk with me. I presume my ionic bed is fully charged? Good! I’m going to rest a bit, plug in and recharge for tonight’s broadcast. Keep everything on track, Chase. The eyes of the world will be on those bobble heads tonight. We need those lying presidential eyes looking straight into the camera saying ‘Trust me’.”

NAR © 2023
#FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #225

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POTUS & FLOTUS

July 4, 2023July 4, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Ah, marital bliss! Ain’t it grand?
A little peek into some presidential wedding albums.

After graduating with a Bachelor of Arts in French literature from George Washington University in 1951, Jacqueline Bouvier started working for the Washington Times-Herald as an inquiring photographer. The following year, she met then-Congressman John F. Kennedy at a dinner party and sparks flew. Just 10 days before her wedding to JFK, the dress designed for Jackie by fashion designer Anne Lowe was ruined in a water pipe disaster. With access to a team of skilled seamstresses, excess ivory French taffeta and pink silk faille, the famed designer was able to pull off a presidential wedding miracle.

Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter wed early in life in 1946. He was 21 and she was 18. She initially refused his first proposal but eventually accepted once Jimmy graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy. They married in their hometown of Plains, Georgia. Rosalynn chose a knee-high dress and matched it with a pair of gloves, hat, and corsage while her husband went with his dress uniform.

Nancy Davis was a respected actress when she met Ronald Reagan in 1949; he was the president of the Screen Actors Guild at the time. After his recent divorce from Jane Wyman, Ronald was not shaping up to be a marriage-material man. Nonetheless, her charm won out. The duo married in 1952 – so last minute, in fact, that the only guests were the best man and matron of honor. Nancy wore a simple dress that covered her growing baby bump.

George H.W. Bush remembers meeting his bride – “They called it a holiday dance at Christmas time and here she was in this red and green dress. ‘Who is that beautiful girl over there?’ I asked. ‘That’s Barbara Pierce from Rye, New York’ said a guy named Wozencraft and he introduced us. And the rest is history.” The two married in 1945 at First Presbyterian Church in Rye, N.Y. (my former church). Barbara was gifted a veil from George’s mother for the ceremony.

Hillary and Bill Clinton met each other as they both attended Yale Law School in 1971. Supposedly, Hillary Rodham noticed Bill staring at her in the library (what a shocker!). She took the initiative and introduced herself. Three years later, Bill would propose. Bill wanted a large and extravagant wedding but Hillary couldn’t be bothered with the idea. They married in their living room; Hillary’s wedding dress was a Jessica McClintock Victorian lace gown, purchased just the day before.

Laura Lane and George W. Bush met at a backyard barbecue in Midland, Texas, on November 5, 1977. They were so devoted to each other that they were engaged only three months later. Laura chose a simplistic tan dress she bought easily off a department store rack while her mother wore a more traditional and extravagant gown.

Much like the Clintons, the Obamas met each other while working at Sidley Austin law firm of Chicago. Michelle refused numerous dinner invitations from Barack but finally relented in 1989; three years later they were married at Trinity United Church of Christ in Chicago. She wore a white gown with tapered tip sleeves on her shoulders alongside a traditional veil. The husband and wife shared a dance to “You and I” by Stevie Wonder.

In 2005, Melania Knauss married Donald Trump. Her dress was designed by Dior and featured 300 feet of tulle with over 1,500 pearls and rhinestones. Her dress, weighing near 60 pounds, took over 600 hours to complete and is estimated to have cost $150,000. It was so heavy and cumbersome that it was suggested to Melania that she should have a full meal before the ceremony to be able to have enough energy to carry around the dress. Oh, my aching back!

Joe Biden lost his first wife and one-year-old daughter to a tragic car accident in 1972, leaving him to raise his two young sons by himself. Three years later he met Jill Jacobs while she was a student at the University of Delaware. It took more than one proposal for Jill to say yes. In fact, Joe proposed five times before they officially got engaged! They were finally married on June 17th, 1977 in a small ceremony at the United Nations Chapel in New York City.

Hmm, no July 4th wedding days? Well, if you were married on this day, Happy Anniversary!

I hope you enjoyed this little trip down the presidential wedding aisle.

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July 4, 2023July 4, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery © Misky 2023.

The song “America the Beautiful” was based on a poem written by professor, poet, and writer Katharine Lee Bates during an 1893 trip to Colorado Springs, Colorado. When she got to the top of Pike’s Peak, the view was so beautiful that it inspired her to write “All the wonder of America seemed displayed there, with the sea-like expanse.”

The poem that Bates wrote first appeared in print in The Congrega-tionalist, a weekly journal, on July 4, 1895. Within a few months it was set to music by Silas G. Pratt. Bates revised the song in 1904 after receiving many requests to use it in publications and special services. An additional change was made to the wording of the third verse in 1913 to give us the version we know today. The song is considered by many to be the unofficial national anthem of the United States.

Wishing all my friends and family who are celebrating today a very happy and safe 4th of July.

Special thanks to my dear friend Misky across the pond in the U.K. for allowing me to use her gorgeous graphic. Thanks, Misk!

Please join me today
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IN THE GROOVE (July 4, 2023)

July 4, 2023July 4, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Let’s cut to the chase.

The 4th of July is a big holiday here in the U.S.A. What better way for people around the world to join us as we celebrate than with a native son singing what has become a universal rock anthem. 🎇 🎆

Here is Bruce Springsteen with “Born In the U.S.A.”, live from Paris in 1985.

And that’s what we call “rocking” no matter what language you speak!

However, let’s not lose sight of the true message of this song. The lyrics of “Born in the U.S.A.” make its subject pretty clear. This 1984 hit describes a Vietnam War veteran who returns home to desperate circumstances and few options … just one of the tragic results of war realized by vets throughout the world.

As I read some of the comments on YouTube, I came across two which I wanted to share with you:

WAAOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I´M NOT AN AMERICAN CITIZEN,
BUT I FEEL MY HEART FULL OF PROUD EVERY TIME I HEAR THIS
EXTRAORDINARY SONG, IS MY ANTHEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
USA IS A GREAT NATION!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE WANT FREEDOM HERE IN VENEZUELA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love this song, !!! I’m born in England with Irish parents,
to me I just love his raw voice,
believe you don’t have to be American to love this song

Those are perfect examples of why I chose this song today.

Alright, it’s time now for our super easy question of the day:

Sinatra is the Chairman, Elvis is the King, Aretha is the Queen so what’s Springsteen’s very famous nickname?

The answer is on the bottom of the page.

Thanks for sharing another great day with me getting our groove on.

I’ll be back Thursday for a very special movie day; meet me At The Movies where the celebration will continue!

See you on the flip side.

I’m The Sicilian Storyteller

Springsteen’s very famous nickname is ….. The Boss.

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TIDES OF TIME

July 3, 2023July 1, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

She lost her dearest friend last night.

Her friend did not die but their precious relationship did. What makes a solid friendship come crashing down like a sandcastle, a friendship we think will test the tides of time and prevail?

The vitriolic words from her friend’s mouth were like a slow-burning poison in her gut. Never had she been so verbally and needlessly attacked. It was shocking; she will never speak with her friend again. Anger of such magnitude reveals a person’s true colors.

What a selfish way to act. What an awful way for a friendship to die.

NAR © 2023
#99WordStories
Written for Carrot Ranch Challenge

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THE FINAL PLAYLIST

July 2, 2023July 3, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Jim at Song Lyric Sunday has asked us today to name a song we’d like to have played at our funeral. Well, I don’t want a funeral – a small gathering after my cremation will suffice – but I’ve always had music in my life so why not in death?

Truth be told, I already have a playlist prepared when I “shuffle off this mortal coil”. It wasn’t easy to choose the songs – not because I was getting verklempt but because there are just too many songs I love. However, there’s one special song that has always meant a great deal to me and it only seems appropriate.

I’m talking about “In My Life” by The Beatles.

The song is said to be based on John Lennon’s life; he wrote most of the lyrics after writing his book “In His Own Write”. The lyrics about friends refer to Stu Sutcliffe, an early Beatle and great friend of John’s who died in 1962, and a school mate named Pete Shotton. John also thought of his Aunt Mimi (who raised him), his wife Cynthia and his mother Julia who in 1958 was knocked down and killed by a car driven by an off-duty policeman.

When The Beatles recorded the song, they left an opening in the middle for the instrumental break. Producer George Martin filled it in by playing a piano solo and speeding up the tape to make it sound like a harpsichord, giving the song a baroque feel and inspiring pop music producers to use harpsichords and other similar instruments in their future arrangements.

“In My Life” is found on The Beatles’ “Rubber Soul” album; it was voted the best song of all time by a panel of songwriters in a 2000 Mojo magazine poll. Rolling Stone magazine ranked “In My Life” number 23 on its 2004 list of “500 Greatest Songs of All Time” as well as fifth on its list of The Beatles’ “100 Greatest Songs”. The song placed second on the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation’s “50 Tracks“. According to Acclaimed Music, as of 2020 it was the 194th most celebrated song in popular music history. Judy Collins, Ozzy Osbourne, James Taylor, Johnny Cash, Rod Stewart, Bette Midler, Diana Krall and Boyz II Men are among the many artists who have recorded covers.

“A little piece of artwork” was the way John referred to “In My Life”. I feel the same way; I have a framed copy of the lyrics in my bedroom – see my graphic above. There isn’t one word in that song that does not resonate profoundly with me. The musical accompaniment, in my opinion, could not be a better match. “In My Life” is just one more example of why The Beatles are and always will be the greatest musical group to ever grace this planet.

There’s a good chance you know all the words to this song; I certainly do – they are carved into my heart. I hope whoever is at my celebration of life will sing along with this touching and beautiful song.

Life After Death

IN MY LIFE

There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I’ll love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I’ll love you more.

In my life, I’ll love you more.

Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Written by: Lennon-McCartney
Recorded: October 18-22, 1965
Producer: George Margin
Engineer: Norman Smith
Released: December 3, 1965 (UK) December 6, 1965 (US)
Available on: Rubber Soul

PERSONNEL –
John Lennon: vocals, rhythm guitar
Paul McCartney: harmony vocals, bass
George Harrison: harmony vocals, lead guitar
Ringo Starr: drums
George Martin: piano, tambourine

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PHAT ASS RAP

July 2, 2023June 30, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Breaking out a fun old one for Fandango’s One Word Challenge!
#FOWC – Ounce

🎤 🎼 🎤 🎵 🎤 🎶 🎤

Weighed myself on the bathroom scale today.
I gained fifteen pounds. No goddamn way!
Eatin’ Dunkin Donuts – now what you gonna do?
With an ass that big no man will look at you.

Planned a two-week vacation in the land of Eritrea.
Lookin’ like a tub of lard they just might mistake ya
For an elephant, a rhino, or a hippo or a pig.
Why’d I ever let myself get so freakin’ big!

An ounce here, an ounce there.
OMG! I’m pulling out my hair!
An ounce here, an ounce there.
Listen when I tell ya it just ain’t fair!

Suppose I could put myself on a damn diet.
I really don’t wanna cos I know I won’t like it.
Maybe I should get a pass to my local gym;
Hop on the treadmill and get myself slim.

Lots of them gym rats look mighty hunky;
Maybe one or two will like a girl who’s chunky.
But working out will have me sweating like crazy.
Fact of the matter is I’m just too goddamn lazy!

An ounce here, an ounce there.
OMG! I’m pulling out my hair!
An ounce here, an ounce there.
Listen when I tell ya it just ain’t fair!

Got me a pair of some violet spandex pants
But I didn’t look like JLO when she does a sexy dance.
I looked like a balloon in the Christmas Day parade
Or a big fat-ass clown in the penny arcade.

At the gym was some guy called Aristophanes,
All greased up, looking pretty as you please.
This guy was hotter than melting candle wax.
I wanna take him home, give his ass a few smacks.

An ounce here, an ounce there.
OMG! I’m pulling out my hair!
An ounce here, an ounce there.
Listen when I tell ya it just ain’t fair!

I started warmin’ up and I know I caught his eye
Cos he walked right up to me saying “My, oh my!
You are one fine mama in those pants so tight.
Let’s blow this joint and have some fun tonight!”

I said “Oh yeah, baby. You lookin’ mighty hot.
Come back to my place and show me what you got.”
But when we got home he couldn’t get my pants off
He was a-huffin’ and a-puffin’ like Sir Peter Ustinov.

An ounce here, an ounce there.
OMG! I’m pulling out my hair!
An ounce here, an ounce there.
Listen when I tell ya it just ain’t fair!

My ass got so big it filled up my recliner
And here I was thinkin’ I looked even finer
Than Kim Kardashian and her big ass sister too
But I was plenty wrong! Oh, what’s a girl to do?

Now wait just a minute – there still may be some hope.
That guy called Aristophanes thought I looked dope.
I’ll go back to the gym in my spandex all a-glitter
And this time they will have a nice long zipper!

An ounce here, an ounce there.
Let’s cut out all this drama!
An ounce here, an ounce there.
I’m a phat ass mama!
An ounce here, an ounce there.
Let’s cut out all this drama!
An ounce here, an ounce there.
Just call me when you wanna!

🎤 🎼 🎤 🎵 🎤 🎶 🎤

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Fifties, Name That Tune

NAME THAT TUNE (July 2, 2023)

July 2, 2023June 30, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Happy Sunday and welcome back to another installment of Name That Tune.

I hope you’re ready for some fun and a bit of a challenge today! This one might be a little more difficult so get out those thinking caps.

Misky, my money’s on you today; “five’ll get ya ten” it’ll be a shoe-in for you [HINT HINT].

Without further ado, here are your clues:

Today’s song came from a 1928 German “play with music“, lyrics by Bertolt Brecht and music by Jurt Weill. That musical play was based on an 18th-century English ballad opera by John Gay called “The Beggar’s Opera”.
The singer of today’s tune was born in 1936 in New York City, his birth name being Walden Robert Cassotto. In 1959 at the age of 22, he made his first big “splash” in the music world by recording our featured piece which became a million-selling single.
Today’s tune about a blade-wielding criminal of the London underworld was performed by numerous artists; however, according to Frank Sinatra, our featured artist recorded the “definitive version”.
Today’s performer was extremely versatile; in addition to singing, he was a songwriter, a dancer, an accomplished musician on various instruments, a music arranger/conductor and an actor. As a child he had recurring bouts with rheumatic fever which left him with a seriously weakened heart. Sadly, we lost this giant of the music industry in 1973; he was only 37 years old.
This song, easily recognizable by its 8 beat intro, is our featured artist’s signature piece. It was inducted by the Library of Congress in the National Recording Registry. It was also ranked as No. 15 in the list of Songs of the Century by the Recording Industry of America and the National Endowment of the Arts. No small potatoes.

Those are some impressive credentials and I could not gloss over them. It doesn’t matter when you were born; this is one of those songs that transcends generations and will live on long after we’re gone.

Do you have any ideas? Let’s see who got this brain teaser today. Scroll down for the big reveal.

The video is about to start and I can’t wait to see it again; it’s one of my favorites!

Our very famous performer is the one and only Bobby Darin doing his signature piece, “Mack The Knife”.

Let’s listen, shall we?

What an amazing talent he was! His gestures and arm movements aren’t just for show; he’s actually leading the orchestra during this performance, something he did many times.

Here’s a little factoid I did not include in the questions: Bobby Darin was an adult when he found out the woman he thought was his sister was actually his mother, an embarrassing fact his family thought best to keep from him. This is not as bizarre as it sounds; some other victims of the same ruse are Liv Tyler, Eric Clapton and Jack Nicholson.

Well, that does it for today. Join us next time for another installment of Name That Tune. Have a great day!

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JULY

July 1, 2023July 1, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Did you ever lie on you back
on warm July grass and
watch the clouds change
from one glorious design
to another,
sun rays streaking through
like beams from heaven
while a hint of a rainbow appears
and you whisper in wonderstruck tones
“This is so ineffably awesome”?

Yeah, me too.

Weekend Writing Prompt #318 – Design

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ANDIAMO!

June 30, 2023June 30, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

I was jogging one evening with my two yellow labs. It had been quite a while since we’d been out; I’d locked myself away after the death of my beloved black lab Duke, only going out when necessary.

But that evening I realized how my melancholy had affected my girls. We started out slowly, three sad sacks moseying down the road. Being outside began to invigorate us and we picked up our pace.

Maneuvering the roundabout, I noticed a Cadillac parked outside a warehouse. As we jogged by, the driver yelled out “Yo, pal! Looks like you lost your dog.”

His words caught me off guard and I stopped. The burly driver pointed to the leash I had tied around my waist – Duke’s leash – for old time’s sake.

“Oh, this” I replied. Before I realized it, I told this total stranger all about Duke.

To my disbelief, this hulking goon started blubbering like a baby, telling me about his dog that died when he was a kid. Just then the warehouse door opened and a couple of intimidating men emerged followed by a short squatty guy chomping on a cigar and sporting a lousy toupee.

“Mama mia, Bruno, it’s been thirty years since Spot died. Enough’s enough. Now say bye bye to the nice doggies and get in the car.”

That’s when I spotted the lustrous black lab in the front seat. My heart skipped a beat.

“Papa’s here, Leonardo” said the man with the cigar. “Andiamo, Bruno! Let’s go home.”

The Unicorn Challenge – 30/06/23

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A COLD CASE

June 30, 2023June 29, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Word on the street was Louie “No Nose” Lombardo was sprung from the slammer. He must have sung like a canary whistling a sweet ballad to earn his “get out of jail free” card.

His early release spelled big trouble; not only was Louie seeking revenge for his disfigurement and incarceration, he got wind that his sworn enemy Tony “The Cutter” Tedesco had been sniffing around his wife while he was doing time. Yeah, that rat bastard Tony gave new meaning to the term “double-cross”.

Louie and Tony weren’t always enemies. In fact, when they were kids they were inseparable, like brothers. They would ride their bikes down to the empty lot where they’d scrounge around for discarded cigarette butts with just enough life left for a couple of drags. They played stickball in the street with a broom handle and a Spaldeen. During the summer they’d jump on the rear bumper of a bus or truck and snag a free ride to Orchard Beach, laughing and holding on for dear life. When they got close, they’d jump off and sneak onto the beach through an opening in the fence.

Tony’s father, Tommaso Tedesco, was the mob mortician for Tedesco Brothers Funeral Home and you better believe he knew where the bodies were buried. He wasn’t called “The Undertaker” for nothing. Sometimes Tony and Louie would sneak in after a wake to check the big sofa cushions for loose change.

One day around Christmas Louie got nabbed in Woolworth’s Five and Dime trying to shoplift an angel ornament for his mother. When the store manager realized Louie’s father was the owner of Luca’s Ristorante, a well-known mob hangout, he looked the other way. He let Louie keep the ornament saying “He didn’t want any trouble”. He even gave Louie a paper bag filled with Christmas candy.

Louie’s father Luca Lombardo was the finest chef of authentic Italian food in the entire tri-state area and was held in high regard by the members of La Cosa Nostra. Luca knew what side his bread was buttered on; he kept the restaurant open late for syndicate bosses like Rocco “The Rocket” Randazzo. He and his soldiers were welcome at Luca’s any day, any time. It was a discreet, safe place and the police looked the other way.

For the first 19 years of their lives nothing or no one could come between Louie and Tony – that is until Rocco brought his daughter Rosanna to Luca’s restaurant. Rosanna could render even the toughest wise guy powerless. She was a vixen with long chestnut hair, flawless bronze skin, smoky green eyes and a body that could melt the mozzarella right off your pizza.

Rosanna was a real tease and Tony and Louie fell hard. She hooked up with both, enjoying the game of pitting them against each other, watching their animosity grow like angry dogs fighting over a bone. After stringing them along for over a year, Rosanna finally chose Louie.

Rocco gave the couple his blessing along with an extravagant wedding, a lavish honeymoon in Italy, a beautiful house and a bundle of money. Now that Louie was Rosanna’s husband, it wasn’t long before Rocco brought him into the family “business”. Seven months after the wedding, Rosanna had a baby and her jilted lover Tony was invited to the christening party. Louie paraded Rosanna around the room on his arm like a trophy while Rocco proudly displayed his first grandson. And all Tony could think about was whether he was the father of Rosanna’s baby and not her husband Louie.

The cacophony of music, laughter and cheering mixed with the crazy thoughts in his head was getting to Tony big time; he lost it and went ape shit. Tony and Louie started fighting. Pushing and shoving led to punches, then the switchblades came out. Suddenly Tony’s brother Angelo lunged at Rocco and Louie intervened, protecting his father-in-law by fatally stabbing Angelo. Seeing his brother murdered was the final blow for Tony; howling like an animal, he whirled around and sliced off most of Louie’s nose.

At his trial for Angelo’s stabbing death, Louie was charged with manslaughter and sent up the river to Dannemora. Rocco, indebted to Louie for saving his life, told him to sit tight and he’d take care of everything. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it happen” Rocco pledged. Louie whispered in his ear and Rocco replied “Consider it done.”

Rocco called in some favors, greased a few palms and made the Governor an offer he couldn’t refuse by reminding him of the sex scandal that Rocco made disappear. It all fell into place nicely; Louie was pardoned and released.

Two weeks later Louie was staring at a portrait of Tony next to his closed casket at Tedesco Brothers Funeral Home. The photo of his one-time best friend had to suffice; after being blown to bits by a car bomb, there was nothing left of Tony to look at.

The police have no leads.

Five Word Weekly Challenge (2326)

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I DIG LOVE

June 29, 2023June 29, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

🪴 “Alone at last, lovely Fern.”

🌿 “I thought they’d never leave! Did you bring protection, Ficus?”

🪴 “Baby, I’m a rubber plant. No problemo, señorita!”

🌿 “Oh, I love it when you talk loamy. Plant one on me, lover!”

🌾 “Do you mind? My offshoots are right here!”

🪴 “Oh, bug off, Spidey! Why are you always hanging around?”

🍃 “Spidey’s right! Why don’t you two get a hothouse already!”

🌿 “Don’t mind him, Ficus. Phil’s jealous of your large, firm leaves.”

🍃 “So much for turning over a new leaf, Fern!”

🌵 “QUIET, EVERYONE! THEY’RE COMING BACK!”

🪴 “Damn! We’re gonna have to nip this in the bud, baby!”

23 June 2023

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THE LONG WAIT

June 29, 2023June 28, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Mike, the cabbie, was relieved. He just dropped off his last passenger and was going to pick up his wife, then head home. ‘And not a moment too soon’, he thought as a nor’easter was headed their way.

Suddenly the wind whipped Mike’s cap off his head and he chased it across the sidewalk and down the steps of an office building. He grabbed his hat, then turning to go back to his cab, he spotted a figure huddled in the corner. Another drunk, no doubt.

“Hey, buddy! Storm’s a-coming. Better get yourself inside!” Mike warned the huddled heap in the corner. Then he heard crying. He inched closer and the dim streetlight revealed an old woman wrapped in a tattered grey coat.

“Oh, shit! I swear I got the worst luck in the world!” Mike muttered under his breath. Knowing his wife Laura would kill him if he didn’t help the old lady, Mike called out over the wind – “Excuse me. Are you ok?”

A weak voice replied “Help! I’m lost and scared. Please help me!”

“Let me take you to the police station” Mike suggested. “They can help you.”

“No! I need to see my son. Please take me to my son.”

“Look, lady, I’d like to help you, I really would, but the weather’s getting bad and I gotta pick up my wife.”

The old woman started sobbing and it was too much for Mike. “Okay, I got an idea. What’s your son’s address. If it ain’t too far, I’ll take you; otherwise, it’s the police station.”

Immediately the lady responded. “Renwick’s. That’s where my son Patrick is.”

“Your son’s at Renwick’s? Laura – that’s my wife – she works there! C’mon … we don’t wanna keep ’em waiting!”

“Patrick is very patient. He knows I’ll be there” replied the old lady.

“Well”, Mike said as he offered the old lady his arm, “my wife ain’t very patient, especially in weather like this, so let’s skedaddle.” Mike noticed the woman was so frail he barely felt her hand on his arm.

The woman clung to a little box which she placed on the back seat next to her. The rain started coming down harder as Mike made his way to Renwick’s. He called Laura to let her know he was on his way and filled her in on what was going on. The old woman hummed softly in the back seat; the sound was tender and sweet yet melancholy.

Finally they arrived at Renwick’s. Laura was waiting under the awning but there was no one else there and the store was closed. Mike flashed the headlights and Laura ran to the cab. She turned around to greet the mysterious old lady but the back seat was empty.

“Well, where is she?” asked Laura in surprise.

Mike looked into the backseat. “Where’d she go?” he stammered, clearly stunned. “I was here the whole time. No one left this cab!”

“Wait a second, Mike. What’s this?” Laura reached for a box sitting on the back seat; it was the old lady’s box. “Well, someone was definitely here” Laura remarked, bewildered. On the outside of the box was written ‘Patrick McGuire, Pediatric Unit, Bed #27‘. There was a note inside which read: “For my sweet Patrick. I’m sorry I made you wait so very long, little one. Mama’s coming now.” Inside was a miniature gold lantern with glass panels etched with cherubs.

“OMG Mike! I just remembered. Years ago the department store was once the site of the Renwick Smallpox Hospital. A lot of people died from smallpox, especially babies. So many helpless babies – bless them. This is a sign, Mike. That old lady was working her way back to her long lost baby boy.”

“Laura, I know you really believe in all that angel mumbo jumbo but I think somebody was just looking for a free cab ride. Let’s go home before we get stuck in this weather.“

“Mike, if you don’t believe, why do you have a statue of St. Christopher on the dashboard?” Laura asked.

“Because he’s the patron saint of travelers and the statue just so happened to come with the cab. I was pranked, Laura. Let’s go home. I’m tired and hungry and wanna watch Wheel of Fortune.”

“Ok, Mike. We’re not going to solve anything tonight” Laura agreed and reached over her shoulder for her seat belt. “Mike?” Laura practically whispered her husband’s name. “What color coat was the old lady wearing?”

“It was grey. Why?”

“Look.” Laura’s voice trembled as she pointed in the direction of Renwick’s.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph” Mike gasped, quickly making the sign of the cross.

There, under the awning of Renwick’s stood a woman in a grey coat cradling a baby. She was young and pretty with a peaceful glow about her and although her coat was poor quality, it was clean. She placed the infant in a pram, glanced at Laura and Mike and smiled. Then, pushing the carriage, she disappeared into the night.

Mike and Laura sat in the cab silently clutching each other’s hands. Getting home suddenly didn’t seem quite so urgent.

Author’s Note: The Renwick Smallpox Hospital, later known as the Maternity and Charity Hospital Training School, was located on Roosevelt Island in Manhattan, NYC. The hospital was diligent in caring for the infirm; at one given time, it was able to take in 100 patients – many of whom were desolate and/or pregnant immigrants that had arrived through Ellis Island. Sadly, about 450 patients were reported to die annually. Designed by architect James Renwick, Jr., the 100-bed hospital opened in 1856; a century later, it closed its doors.

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At The Movies, Seventies

AT THE MOVIES (June 29, 2023)

June 29, 2023June 28, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

“Help!” – The Beatles’ second feature film – is a comedy adventure following the exploits of the group as they attempt to escape the clutches of an evil, mysterious cult. Will The Beatles survive being eaten by tigers, being shrunk, gassed, blown up, or kidnapped?

Sounds like fun! And why not? I have it on good authority that the fun was due largely to the fact that the guys were stoned to some degree throughout the entire filming of the movie.

The 1965 film was directed by Dick Lester and combines the Beatles’ own sense of humor with antics from a leading cast of actors. The movie has been regarded by many as a parody of contemporary James Bond films, complete with power crazy despots, mad inventors, and capers through exotic locations including the Bahamas and the snowy mountains of Austria. The film has also been credited as being the forerunner to contemporary rock musicals and pop videos.

So many classic tracks are on the Help! album, hits such as “Ticket To Ride”, “Yesterday”, “I’ve Just Seen a Face”, “You’re Gonna Lose That Girl” and, of course, “Help!”

From 1965, here are The Beatles performing the titular song from their second movie.

There aren’t too many really good live videos of The Beatles so I was happy to find one for today’s post. John could never resist joking with the audience and cutting up on stage.

I had a great time today At The Movies; I hope you enjoyed this one as well. Please join me again next week.

Nick is up next Breaking Boundaries; I hope you stick around for that.

Time for me to hit the road.

See you on the flip side.

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Fifties, In The Groove

IN THE GROOVE (June 27, 2023)

June 27, 2023June 27, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

“Ella Fitzgerald is the only performer with whom I’ve ever worked who made me nervous, because I know I need to meet her standards.”

So said Frank Sinatra in 1959.

Sometimes referred to as the “First Lady of Song“, “Lady Ella” and “Queen of Jazz”, Ella Fitzgerald was noted for her purity of tone, impeccable diction, phrasing, timing, intonation and improvisational ability, particularly in her “scat” singing.

I could write pages about Ella Fitzgerald and her many accomplishments but I know you don’t want to read that. You’d much rather listen to her sing, wouldn’t you?

I must apologize for having only audio today; as I’ve said before, I will always try to give you the very best quality video experience possible. Sometimes there aren’t any good videos to be found, as is the case today. So sit back, close your eyes and delight in the divine sounds of “Lady Ella”.

This is George Gershwin’s exquisite “Someone To Watch Over Me”.

That was sheer brilliance, effortless perfection. I feel like that guy looks in the lower right of the YouTube pic!

Earlier in the post I mentioned scat; Ella was the best when it came to that style of singing. I’m not going to load up my page today with another video; instead I’d like to make a suggestion: if you’re in the mood for some of the best scat you’ll ever hear, check out Ella singing a little something called “Smooth Sailing”. It will knock your socks off!

Well, that’s it for me today here In The Groove. Deb’s coming up tomorrow with another segment of World Music. Stay cool and I’ll catch ya next week!

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NIGHT TERRORS

June 27, 2023June 27, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

My son cried out for me again. It had become a nightly ritual.

At first I was amused by his attempts to stall going to sleep. Sometimes he’d ask for a glass of water or another bedtime story. His latest ruse was “monsters”. I’d made a big deal of looking under the bed, inside the closet, behind the rocking horse in the corner. Satisfied nothing was hiding in his room, he would drift off to sleep.

Now the routine had turned into a habit and I found myself becoming exasperated. The last couple of nights, my son was clearly upset by something he claimed to have seen. He cried real tears, asking me to keep the lights on. We compromised and began using a nightlight.

Still, something was scaring my boy and my frustration turned into concern. He was now saying a wicked witch came to him every night. There was no denying my little guy was truly scared.

I thought about every tv show or movie that could have set this off, any posters or books in his room. Nothing came to mind and I rubbed my temples as another headache began to worm its way in.

My son screamed for me and I ran to his room. The witch was back and he cried for me to stay with him. I crawled onto his bed and laid down, my arms around him and my head on his pillow. I closed my eyes as he described the bony and twisted fingers of a witch’s hand reaching through his bedroom window. With ragged breaths my boy clung to me, begging me to keep the witch away.

I held him tightly and kissed his head, assuring him that witches weren’t real and he was safe. Slowly his breathing calmed and I opened my eyes to see if he was asleep. With my head still on his pillow, I had the same view of my son’s room as he did. For the first time I saw his world through his 4-year-old eyes.

And there in the darkness tap-tap-tapping on his window was a sight that made me gasp … the gnarled and skinny branches of the scraggly juniper bush outside my son’s room looked very much like an evil witch’s hand grasping at little boys! How could I have missed it and the fearsome shadows it cast across the walls and onto the ceiling? I felt an enormous amount of guilt for not seeing what he saw, for thinking it was his only imagination, for losing my patience with a frightened little boy.

We sat up on his bed and I explained to my son that what he saw was not a witch but only branches and I could understand why it scared him. I asked my boy if he remembered seeing the juniper bush during the day while outside playing. He quickly nodded “Yes”. I asked him if the bush scared him when he saw it during the day; he giggled and said “No!”

I turned on all the lights in his room and asked if it would be ok if I opened the window. My son didn’t answer right away; he stared at his hands in his lap and nervously fussed with his pajamas, then looked up at me with tears in his eyes. I wanted to run to him and scoop him up in my arms but I forced myself not to move. I’m sure it took every ounce of courage for him to quietly answer “Ok, Mommy”.

I held out my hand and he slowly walked to me, that look of ‘dead man walking’ on his face. But he was a brave boy that night and together we opened the window. I reached out and touched the branches of the juniper. I shook the branches; there wasn’t a witch anywhere. My son asked if he could shake the branches, too, and I told him he could. When I asked if we should have Daddy cut down the bush in the morning, my son was very thoughtful for a minute. Then he shook his head saying “No, the bush didn’t mean to be scary”. He threw his arms around my neck and he climbed back into bed.

That night the fears were conquered, the night terrors vanquished. My little son is now a grown man with little sons of his own and it’s his turn to dispel their fears. Sometimes I wonder if he has any memory of those frightening nights from forty years ago.

Something tells me he doesn’t remember a thing.

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