The Elephant's Trunk

LOVE SHACK

August 19, 2023August 18, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

It was inevitable.

After months of being in cramped quarters with the 7 dwarfs, Snow White and Doc started having feelings for each other.

It all began when Snow White developed backaches from stooping to get through the front door and hunching over whenever inside the house. She even had to curtail dancing with the dwarfs at their weekly hoedowns, something they all enjoyed.

There wasn’t enough room in the dwarf’s bedroom for any more beds, especially one large enough for Snow White, so she continued sleeping on all seven dwarf beds pushed together while the little men found places to spend the night downstairs. It was not ideal, however, and soon Snow White started complaining of pains in her neck, too.

Doc began to treat Snow White’s aching back and neck with warm compresses, deep massage and ice packs which Dopey gleefully retrieved for Doc whenever he requested them.

All the dwarfs had a deep affection for Snow White and she felt the same way about them but the more time she spent with Doc, the more their feelings became harder to ignore … and resist. Soon their relationship was obvious to the others.

Doc’s twice-daily massages were a relief and Snow White looked forward to them. She began to yearn for the feel of Doc’s small but mighty hands on her body. Doc, too, tingled with delight whenever his hands came in contact with her soft skin.

Snow White and Doc started spending more and more time together; chores went undone and Doc rarely spent time with the guys like he used to. One night none of the other six little guys got any sleep because the sounds of pleasure emanating from upstairs kept them awake. That’s when they decided to take action. As much as Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Sneezy, Bashful and Dopey all loved Doc and Snow White, the time had come for the paramours to move out. Besides, the dwarfs wanted their beds back.

Grumpy, as the unofficial leader of the pack now that Doc was otherwise occupied, met with a group of forest friends who ran the real estate business “Gnome Sweet Gnome”. He explained the delicate situation to the gnomes and they set out immediately to find the right house for Doc and Snow White.

When Rumpelstiltskin’s little cottage went on the market after he was banished from the forest, the gnomes quickly acquired it and put the good fairies Flora, Fauna and Merryweather to work sprucing up the place with their special magic touch. In no time the romantic hideaway was ready for Snow White and Doc; they bid farewell to the 6 dwarfs and took up residence in their very own love shack.

And there they lived happily but not ever after as Snow White’s eye caught a glimpse of the handsome stranger on a white horse and he was just her size. 😉

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Hideaway (revised)

FOWC with Fandango — Estate

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LOVE IS BLIND

August 18, 2023August 18, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

They spotted each other in line for the bus.

It was a beautiful day for a ride through the city; a double decker was something new for them. The idea was appealing and romantic.

But now the excitement of the ride was eclipsed by the thrill of a rendezvous. They shared the same thought: once in the bus they would find each other.

The bus was crowded, difficult to see the other passengers. He moved up while she came down; they crossed paths unnoticed.

People got on and off and at the end it was just them, alone at last.

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18 August 2023

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POOR ALTHEA’S BOY

August 17, 2023August 17, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Sirens tore through the silence of the crisp fall night as police responded to a robbery on Corsa Avenue, a quiet street of middle class two story homes in The Bronx, NY.

Police officers Ralph Taylor and Mario DeMarco were the first to arrive at the scene. Jasper Gardner, an eye witness, told the officers he was out walking his dog when two guys came running down the front steps of the house in such a hurry, they practically knocked him over. When asked for a description, Mr. Gardener said it happened so fast, he didn’t get a good look at them, just that they were wearing dark hooded sweatshirts.

The homeowners, Drew and Chloe Bennett, apparently arrived home from work while the intruders were still inside their house. Tenant Albert Farrell who occupies the first floor of the Bennetts’ house was home at the time. When questioned, Mr. Farrell stated that he was playing video games all evening with his headphones on and didn’t hear anything. The police speculated that the rumbling noise of the Bennetts’ electric garage door scared off the intruders.

The police determined that the perps didn’t have much time; only the bedroom had been ransacked. They probably knew the Bennetts’ regular work schedule and got spooked when the couple came home early. There were also muddy footprints in the backyard and on the fire escape leading to the second floor. No doubt the intruders gained access through a bedroom window.

When police asked the Bennetts what was missing, Chloe Bennett pointed to her suede coat on the floor. “Look at this” she told the police. “They left my expensive suede coat behind but ripped off the faux fur collar and took it with them, probably thinking it was real fur.”

When asked if any valuables were missing, Drew Bennett said that other than the jewelry his wife was wearing, everything was in an armoire in their bedroom. “These guy are idiots and have no idea of the value of things!” he exclaimed. “My wife’s collection of Lenox and Lladro figurines hasn’t been touched. And my original John Lennon drawing is hanging right there. I’ll bet this was all done by those no good, lousy punks Chucky Green and Bobo Bulfamente! What a couple of losers!”

The police were well acquainted with Charles “Chucky” Green and Roberto “Bobo” Bulfamente, small time thieves who grew up in the neighborhood. Bobo was currently staying with his sister and brother-in-law; Chucky lived with his mother, Althea. Both had been picked up several times for petty thefts but were always released. Police never found anything on them; they couldn’t even charge them with breaking and entering.

Chucky and Bobo worked as a team, entering houses and apartments when the homeowners were out; they scored a few items which Bobo stashed in the trunk of a rusted-out car in his brother-in-law’s garage. When they collected enough stuff to hawk, Chucky and Bobo were going to take off for Miami to try their luck in new turf. The one thing Bobo never told Chucky about was the pair of diamond earrings he pocketed one night. Bobo figured if Chucky ever got nabbed, those earrings would be his ticket out of The Bronx, even if it meant turning his back on Chucky.

By now a crowd of people had gathered near The Bennetts’ house. One man quickly walked over to the cops to report seeing Bobo racing down Given Avenue. Officers Taylor and DeMarco jumped into their car and sped to Given where they came upon an accident. Getting out to investigate, they spotted Bobo craning his neck for a better look. Bobo wasn’t even aware of Officer DeMarco until he was right on top of him. DeMarco nabbed Bobo, handcuffed him, tossed him into the back of the police car and locked the doors. It was only a matter of time before the cops would discover Bobo’s stash in the rusted-out car, including the diamond earrings. His string of breaking and entering would be over and he’d be shipped off to the slammer … if only temporarily.

Meanwhile Officer Taylor approached the accident scene. A bus and a truck had collided; pinned between the two vehicles was a very unfortunate Chucky Green. His run of small time thefts had come to an end … permanently. On the ground lay a pillowcase containing a few items, including Chloe Bennett’s faux fur collar. Charles “Chucky” Green got pinned last night but not the way the police expected and certainly not the way they hoped.

“Alright folks. The excitement is over. Go on home now” announced Officer Taylor. “Ok, Mario, let’s bring Bozo Bobo down to the station. And get a squad car over to Chucky’s house; someone’s gotta break the news to his mother. No matter what a screw up Chucky was, he’s still her son. Poor woman.”

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AT THE MOVIES (August 17, 2023)

August 17, 2023August 15, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

“Jailhouse Rock” was recorded by Elvis Presley for the film of the same name. It was written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller and released by RCA Victor in 1957. It reached the top of the charts in the U.S. and the top 10 in several other countries. The song has been recognized by the Grammy Hall of Fame, the American Film Institute and others.

In the 1957 movie “Jailhouse Rock”, Vince Everett (Elvis Presley), is convicted of manslaughter after being drawn into a bar fight while trying to defend a woman. In prison, Everett finds salvation when his cellmate hears him sing and pegs him as a future star.

From his second feature film, here is Elvis Presley singing and dancing to “Jailhouse Rock”.

Well, that was a fun video. Those hips alone could land him in jail!

Talking about shaking things up, it’s hard to believe another month is half over and I’ve got news coming up here in The Rhythm Section. Stick around or you’ll miss it!

Thanks for hanging out with me today; come on back next week for some more great tunes.

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THE OLD B.O.H.I.C.A.

August 16, 2023August 16, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

We’re old school …. well, at least my husband is. There are some things he simply insists on doing the old-fashioned way. One of those things is paying bills. Most people I know use online banking; it’s quick, easy and from what I’ve heard, safe. My husband Bill (how appropriate) is extremely reluctant to put his faith in online financial transactions. Oh, he’ll place orders online but that’s different, he says.

So how do we pay our bills? By writing checks by hand and maintaining a record in the checkbook register. That was always Bill’s job until a few years ago when he underwent emergency surgery after falling off a ladder. While he was in the hospital and rehab, I took over the task of paying the bills and I still do it.

I don’t mind, really, but sometimes the bills all seem to come at the same time and it turns into a project. One thing that saves time is all bills now come with a return payment envelope; no more hunting through the rolltop desk in search of my own envelopes. But everyone once in a while we’ll get that one rogue bill with no return envelope. There I am, ensconced at my desk, pen and a fresh cup of coffee at the ready and I have to stop what I’m doing to dig around for an envelope. That really burns my cookies.

The biggest offenders are the dentist and the gardener. Why? Human error. Both are small businesses set up in the same fashion: there’s one person who manually prepares the invoices for mailing. Sometimes they remember to include a return envelope, sometimes they don’t. And when they do remember, it’s alway one of those smaller envelopes, not the letter size. Funny, they never forget to bill me; I wonder if it would be ok if sometimes I remember to pay them and sometimes I don’t. I’m only human, after all. No, I doubt that would fly.

Is it a coincidence that both the dentist and the gardener mail out a typed invoice on a standard 8 ½ “ x 11” sheet of paper which has no perforated line at the top or the bottom? That’s the line that easily allows me to separate the portion of the invoice that gets returned with my check from the portion that I keep for our records. No perforated line means I have to use scissors to separate the two parts of the invoice or, if I don’t feel like getting up, repeatedly fold one section of the invoice in the same place until there’s a sufficient crease to neatly tear the the invoice into two sections. Mostly neatly; sometimes it looks like I used my teeth, which seems quite fitting for the dentist’s invoice.

And another thing. I think all return envelopes should be prepaid with no postage required on my part. I mean, let’s get real. Isn’t it enough that I’m sending these businesses my money? Now I have to affix a postage stamp. I have been given the privilege of paying to send them my money. Let that sink in. Not only am I giving them my money – I’m paying to do so.

And then we still have to take all our envelopes to the post office!

That, my friends, is “The Old B.O.H.I.C.A.” – Bend Over; Here It Comes Again.

You know, I really need to have another serious conversation with Bill about online banking.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 12, 2023

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EXPRESS LANE

August 15, 2023August 14, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

The insistent knocking on our apartment door at 4AM roused us from our sleep. We had many friends who were ‘night owls’ but no one came calling at this early hour.

When it became clear the person on the other side of the door was not going away, my husband Sean groggily slid out of bed, pulled on his jeans and walked to the door. Placing his eye against the peep hole revealed who interrupted our sleep and he quickly opened the door.

“Michael!” my husband greeted our friend. “C’mon in, man. What’s up and what’s with the suitcase?”

“I got a problem, bro”, words I never heard the ever-confident Michael declare. He eased past Sean into our apartment and the two friends walked straight into our spare bedroom and closed the door.

Flashback two years ago when we first met Michael. We were newlyweds when we moved into the apartment building where he lived; we became instant friends. Michael was the coolest guy we knew – good-looking, great dresser, incredibly smart, confident to a flaw, magnetic personality and sexy as hell. His bigger-than-life persona and ebullient laugh were contagious. He was the epitome of the cliché “Women want him and men want to be him”.

We got caught up in a whirlwind lifestyle and were soon speeding in the express lane of sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. Michael was fun, wild and fearless; he had all the right connections. We went to all the best parties and got into the hottest clubs. We partied every night, went to work the next day and did it all over again.

Oh yeah. There’s one thing I failed to mention. Michael was a narc working undercover for the NYPD’s Special Narcotics Division, a fact that saved our asses more times than I care to remember. We had plenty of close calls but all he had to do was whip out his badge, flash that smile, talk the talk and we were golden.

Somehow Michael always managed to toe the line at work – except for that night when temptation won out, that same night he showed up at our place. Behind closed doors, Michael opened the suitcase to reveal the contents to Sean: hundreds of plastic bags stuffed with quaaludes.

My husband stared at the suitcase incredulously for a moment before turning to Michael.

“What the fuck, bro?” Sean declared, part of him hoping some of the white pills marked Rorer 714 were meant for him.

“It was in the evidence room, undocumented”, Michael explained. “I just picked it up and walked the fuck out. I need to stash it here for a couple of days until I make a plan.”

“Sure, man. No prob. Do what you gotta do.”

They hugged, slapping each other’s backs, and Michael said “I’ll be in touch, man.”

Michael went back to work and nobody – not one single crackerjack detective in the precinct noticed the suitcase was missing. After a few days, he returned to our place with a backpack. Taking out the suitcase he’d left with us, he dumped half the ludes into the backpack and gave the rest to Sean. “Here you go, brother – courtesy of the NYPD!”

My husband draped his arm over our friend’s shoulders as they walked to the door. Michael turned and flashed me that amazing grin. “See ya ‘round the campus, people.”

He took off into the night, never to be seen again.

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IN THE GROOVE (August 15, 2023)

August 15, 2023August 14, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Joe Cocker is the perfect example of people judging a book by its cover. I think we all felt the same way about his disheveled appearance and quirky mannerisms (and who could ever forget John Belushi’s impersonations on SNL?) but once he opened his mouth and started singing, all doubts flew out the window. He was one of the most memorable performers; just watching him, you knew he was “in the zone” when he was singing. He was a terrific artist and one of the few who actually did Beatles covers exceptionally well. For that alone, I give Joe an A+!

Today I’m featuring a song he did at Woodstock, his iconic and memorable rendition of “With A Little Help From My Friends”.

Here is the late, great Joe Cocker. Enjoy!

I can say without a doubt this is my favorite Beatles cover; in fact, I’ll take that one step further and say I like Joe’s version better than The Beatles’ (and that’s not something I say very often!).

What’s your opinion? How’d you like this version? Are you a Joe Cocker fan?

That’s it for today In The Groove. Catch you next week with another great vid.

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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

August 14, 2023August 14, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Reposting from 2020 for this week’s
#WRITEPHOTO challenge.

After much hard work and determination, Anthony was in a good place in life. He loved his job and enjoyed the people he interacted with every day. He had to make some sacrifices along the way but he managed to find the time to mix business with pleasure. Anthony knew if he played his cards right he’d be next in line for a promotion. Having that new title would open many doors for him.

During a routine meeting, Anthony was surprised by a bit of news. He was informed that the Rome office needed some help for a few months; since he had worked in Rome previously and spoke fluent Italian, he was specifically requested for the temporary position. At first Anthony wasn’t thrilled about the move and disruption in his life but when his boss told him it would be “a feather in his cap”, he accepted the assignment.

Flying into Leonardo da Vinci Airport always gave Anthony a rush. He loved Italy and had many friends there. One person in particular had been on his mind the entire flight: Gabriella. It had been more than two years since he had seen her; they texted frequently after his last trip to Italy but hadn’t communicated in quite a while. He longed to see her and hoped she felt the same.

Anthony quickly assessed the situation in the office: the staff’s computer skills were practically nonexistent. Time, patience, new MacBooks and a good teacher were desperately needed. He was given approval to order whatever was necessary to get the office functioning properly. Once that was done Anthony was free to contact Gabriella.

He sent her a text:

“Ciao, bella! I’m in Rome and would love to see you. Can we meet?”

“Antonio! I’ve missed you! Come to my place tonight. I will cook dinner. You remember my address?”

“Si, si! Everything about you is carved in my memory! I’ll be there at 7:00. Ciao, cara!”

Done with his first day on the job, Anthony hurried to the pensione where he was staying. He showered, changed his clothes and stopped on the way to Gabriella’s to buy a bottle of wine. He knew seeing her was terribly wrong; he was already in a committed relationship but he couldn’t stay away.

Pushing aside the gate to Gabriella’s house, Anthony raced down the narrow passageway to her red door. She stood there waiting for him. His heart skipped a beat as it did every time he saw her. She pulled him inside, closing the door behind her. “Mi amore” she whispered, seductively nibbling at his ear. He scooped her up in his arms, whisking her off to the bedroom.

Life for Anthony was a dynamic mixture of business and pleasure – wrapped up with work every day and making love to Gabriella every night. The days became weeks then months. The staff learned well and was now up to speed. Anthony’s time in Italy drew to an end and he would leave Gabriella once again. Their last night together would remain with him forever. He had many lovers but none as captivating as Gabriella.

Anthony’s superiors gave him permission to visit his parents in Westchester County before returning to his job in Manhattan. He had much to think about during his flight and knew he had one serious matter to resolve: he needed to clear his conscience. He hailed a taxi at Kennedy Airport and told the driver his destination. When they arrived Anthony gave the cabbie $20.00 and suggested he get some breakfast, then come back in an hour to pick him up.

Alone in the early morning, Anthony stood outside for a few moments gathering his thoughts. He walked up to the dimly lit house and rang the doorbell. As he waited Anthony gazed at the beautiful old church next door. His reverie was abruptly broken when the porch light came on. In the doorway stood his mentor and confidant, Monsignor Valenti.

“Anthony! This is a surprise! I didn’t know you were in town. Come in, come, in! I’ll make some coffee.”

“It’s good to see you, Monsignor, but this is not a social call.”

“What then? Official church business?” asked the monsignor curiously.

“No” Anthony replied softly. “It’s personal. I’ve come for the Sacrament of Reconciliation. I have broken my vows and must confess my sins.”

The monsignor sighed heavily. “Come. Let’s go to the chapel, Father Anthony.”

In a hushed tone, the errant priest began “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned” as the monsignor quietly closed the door behind him.

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YOU ROCK!

August 13, 2023August 14, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

I GOT TO SEE THE STONES TODAY!

WHILE THEY’RE NOT A PANACEA FOR ALL MY ILLS, THEY SURE DO PUT SOME PEP IN MY STEP.

I WONDER IF THEY’RE GOING TO BE APPEARING IN THE SAME PLACE TOMORROW?

HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE!

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Weekend Writing Prompt #324 – Panacea

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KINK IT UP

August 12, 2023August 13, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

“C’mon in, toots! Don’t be shy! Lemme take a gander at ya.
Stand by the window, would ya? Yeah, that’s it.
Give us a little twirl. Yeah, just like that. Now back to me and lean into it.
Nice rear view!
Yeah, darlin’, you’ll do just fine.
Lemme paint the scene for ya, cookie.
You’re the newbie on the derby circuit, a real cutie from Nowhereville. Them other broads, they ain’t happy to see ya knowing their skatin’ days are fadin’ fast. They’re tough, the type that’ll chew up and spit out a sweet piece of sugar like yourself.
Yeah, you’re a timid little thing but ya can skate circles ‘round them other jammers. Besides, ya caught the eye of Mr. Big and he likes what he sees.
Ya with me so far, baby cakes?
Now we’re gonna take some shots. Go get dolled up while I ready the Polaroid.
That’s it, honey. Put on them skates.
Now it’s time for a little fun. Undo them buttons on your blouse and tie it in front under them boobs. Yeah, just like that.
Oh, man! Ya got the goods, alright.
Lose that hair thingy. Let them chestnut curls flow.
Wow! You’re a regular Daisy Duke!
This here fan’s gonna blow them curls, just like skatin’ ’round the oval.
Ok, hands on knees, arch that back and pucker up.
Oh, baby Baby BABY! You’re a natural!
Now we’re gonna kink it up.
Mr. Big’s gonna love these!
Big smile and say … ‘Bondage!’”

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250 Words

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THE CIRCLE OF FEAR

August 11, 2023August 11, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

We bring children into this world.
We nourish and provide for them as best we can.
We watch over them as they sleep at night and hold the back of their new bicycle as they learn to ride a two-wheeler.
We protect them with our lives, watch them grow and eventually they leave the inner sanctum of heart and home to walk among the wolves.
They marry, have children of their own and radiate joy.
The circle of life.
We pray for them, worry about them, rejoice in their accomplishments and weep for their inevitable heartbreaks.
Our parental primal instincts emerge and we struggle against the riptides of life to shelter them from the unwelcome eventualities of the world.
But we cannot.
And that is the greatest fear of all.

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PASS THE BATON

August 10, 2023August 10, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

I have had the great honor of being asked to join in on the pass the baton challenge started by Marla on the first of August.

The link back to the origin post is here: https://marladragon.wordpress.com/2023/08/01/august-passthebaton-challenge/

*****

This is the story so far:

Marla:

“I can’t meet you tonight. The group before me was late completing their portion and I have to finish my part by Friday. It’s going to be three very long days.”

“They can’t make you work long hours like that! You should quit.”

“It’s my job, and I like it. I’m not going to quit.”

“I wouldn’t work those hours, I would quit. You should too.”

“It’s a contract and I have to complete my work. I need to go.”

“It doesn’t make sense that your contract needs to be completed by Friday. They can’t force you to complete it. You need to have a life too. Tell them to go to hell, they can get it by next Friday.”

“That’s not how it works. It’s a contract and I have to fulfill those obligations.”

“That doesn’t make sense. You should quit.”

“I’m not going to quit. It does make sense.”

“Make it make sense then, because I still vote for quit. I would.”

“You’re not me. I work by contract. My company receives a contract and they assign me. If I don’t complete any part of the project within the set time-frame, they will remove me from the contract and replace me. It’s really not that complicated.”

“You’re not making any sense. Just quit.”

“I can’t discuss this right now, I have to work. I am NOT quitting.”

“You shouldn’t work those hours. It doesn’t make sense that they want you to. Seriously, just quit.”

“I gotta go.”

Di:

Jake was angry when he terminated the call. A contract was a contract, and he was very good at what he did. However, quitting was not an option.

He’d told Stella in the beginning that his job could be very demanding and he may have to be away at times. In many ways, though, she was turning out to be more demanding than his job, and that would have to be addressed relatively soon. Thank god they weren’t married.

He was living a double life and his cover stories were always plausible as he had excellent credentials and was a whizz when it came to computer software. This contract was important, and he had three days to plan, prepare and execute.

Finishing the last of his coffee, he packed up his gear and headed for the departure lounge. His flight took off in an hour and he needed to get some rest. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her it was going to be a very long three days.

Fandango:

Exhausted, Jake closed his eyes and fell asleep before the flight left the ground. He was awakened about an hour later when the pilot announced over the PA system that the plane would be turning around and returning to Dallas because a major winter storm had closed the Denver airport. The guy in the seat next to Jake said, “Dammit, it’s my anniversary tomorrow and if I miss it, my wife is going to kill me.”

Jake looked at the man in the seat next him. He knew the guy wasn’t being literal, but what he said amused Jake. Because in Jake’s case, if he didn’t get to Denver tonight, he might not be able to execute his contract in time, and Jake knew what the consequences of failure to execute his contact would be.

His mind started racing, examining his options and determining which would have the highest probability of success. Jake knew he had to act quickly to have any chance of pulling this contract off, and he came up with a plan that just might work. But once the plane landed back in Dallas, he knew he had no time to lose.

Jim:

Jake knew that for just under $200, Jake could take an Amtrak train to get from Dallas to Denver. The train only runs twice a day, and it is just over a 40-hour trip. The first one leaves at 11:00am and if he doesn’t make that he can catch the other one that leaves at 3:00pm. Jake realized that bad weather could delay trains, but it is more likely that a train will get through a bad storm than other modes of transportation, however he could relax more on a train, as he really wasn’t fond of flying in a snowstorm. Being a seasoned traveler, Jake knew that airlines are always delaying or canceling flights when they determine that the weather conditions make it unsafe to take off or land and he wasn’t too worried about the take off, but an icy landing was something that he wanted no part of.

A storm like this is an act of God and even though his contract needed to be completed by Friday, as long as he was making progress toward the goal, the company would understand. Since he couldn’t be sure when the next plane would take off, the train seemed like hoe only option. Jake took a taxi from the airport to the train station, and he was able to get a ticket for the 11:00am departure. This meant that Jake would be in Denver on Friday at 3:00am and he could complete the assignment by the skin of his teeth, making the best out of bad situation. Jake got his own private compartment on the train which was called a Roomette with a comfy seat, a bed, WiFi and outlets with a fold-down table for his laptop and then he heard the conductor shout “All aboard” as the train left the station.

Carol Anne:

Jake sat looking out the window. The weather was so bad, he really hoped the train would get to Denver on time, so he would be able to complete his assignment.

He took out his laptop and began to look at his notes.

He had so much to do and so little time to do it!

His phone began to buzz.

“Oh shit”, he said loudly. “I wonder who that is?”

He picked up the phone and there it was, her number, flashing on his screen.

His hand hovered over the answer button. Should he answer her? She’d be expecting answers. He didn’t have any for her.

He took the plunge and hit the answer button. “Hello?”

He heard sobbing on the other end of the phone.

“Jake?”, Celia sobbed…something terrible has happened!”

Christine:

This was getting to be too much. First he had Stella on his back about quitting a job which, although he didn’t tell her this, was extremely lucrative. Next, his flight gets cancelled and he’s going to arrive right before the deadline, making it impossible to have any time to relax. Now, Celia! And Celia in tears? Jake started to feel a lead weight weigh down his stomach like a thousand pound rock!

“Celia, what’s wrong? Stop crying and talk to me.”

“Jake, remember I told you I was going to meet my brother in the city this weekend?”

“Yeah, did something happen?”

“Jake, he just messaged me and said that he won’t be around this weekend anymore and that he won’t be able to get together for a long time. A long time! What is that supposed to mean?”

Jake was happy Celia couldn’t see his face. Yes, it would be a long time before she saw Clint again, well unless she died soon too! Celia had no idea what her brother was into and if she knew she wouldn’t want to see him anyhow. But, the contract specifically said that Clint would be in Denver for dinner Friday night. That was when it was all supposed to go down. Now here he was on a train to Denver for what? To go to a job that couldn’t be completed? Of course he couldn’t say any of this to Celia.

“Celia, I’m sure your brother has a good reason for needing to cancel. You know, I was thinking about coming out to Denver to see you both. Now, maybe it’s not such a good idea.”

“Oh, Jake, come see me still! I will be so lonely now that Clint isn’t going to be coming.”

Jake didn’t want to tell her that it was the last time she was going to be seeing Clint anyways. But now what was he going to do about finishing up the contract? Would they believe him when he said the target wasn’t there? This was turning out to be a true shit-show and he was somehow in the middle of it. All he wanted was for Clint to be at the restaurant in Denver Friday night. Beyond that he couldn’t care less what Clint did.

“Celia, listen, give him a call back and beg him to come Friday for dinner and then go off to do whatever it was he was going to do. He’s your brother. Explain to him that right now you need family. He’ll probably be able to rearrange his schedule that little bit.”

“Yeah, you’re right. He knows how desperate I am to see him. Maybe he wasn’t thinking about that part of it. I’ll call him right now and beg him to meet me.”

“You go girl! Let me know what he says. okay?”

Jake might not have to worry after all. If Celia could convince Clint to show up for dinner then Jake could execute the contract and move on, being there to hand Celia a tissue and lend her a shoulder to cry on. He could do that much. On the otherhand:

Sweeterthannothing:

On the other hand, he wasn’t sure he should be doing this at all.

His phone rang in his hand, Stella again, he rejected the call and dropped his phone into his backpack, she could ruin everything if she got her meddling hands in this mess, it was bad enough as it was. Why couldn’t she just let him be and get this done? She had never been this clingy before.

He tried closing his eyes and getting some sleep in, there was still a few hours left on his train journey and the stress of the most recent past was weighing on him.

But he just couldn’t settle, something wasn’t right, he could feel it. Stella, Celia, Clint… Even the plane! Everything seemed to be telling him to not go through with this but he had completed plenty of ‘contracts’ like this before, what could go wrong? Sure this one was a little close to home so to speak but no one had any idea of his second life, he had no reason to think they would ever suspect him.

But that wasn’t quite what was worrying him either, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

He jumped when the train announced his stop was approaching, admonishing himself for letting his guard down so much he grabbed his meagre luggage and stretched, trying to convince himself all was well, it was nearly over with after all.

Until he stepped off the train and came face to face with Stella.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I begged you not to do this,” she said, tears in her eyes.

“What are you talking about? It’s just work…” It was then he noticed the small gun she held to her hip, pointing straight at him.

The Sicilian Storyteller:

“It’s just work! That’s your answer for everything, Jake.”

“Stella, what’s gotten into you and where did you get that gun?”

“Shut up, Jake. I’m so sick of all the lies. Do you think I’m that stupid, that I don’t know about your secret life?”

“Look, Stella, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Let’s get off this train platform, go someplace quiet to talk.”

“You really do take me for a fool, don’t you, Jake? How very careless of you to make that mistake.’’

Jake had never seen Stella like this before. Exactly how much did she know? Was she talking about his job? Or maybe it was Celia. A dozen scenarios flashed through is mind in a matter of seconds. All that was important right now was for him to regain the upper hand. He had to get that gun away from her.

“Come on, baby. I have no idea where you’re coming from with these ideas. You’re upset, I get that …. but a gun? That’s not you, Stella. Please, baby. Put the gun away or better yet, just hand it to me.”

Jake saw Sella hesitate for a second and he knew that was the only chance he’d get to disarm her. He was about to reach for the gun when someone came up behind Stella and twisted her arm behind her back.

It was Clint.

My turn to nominate someone; I’d like to tag Lady Sighs ….. https://ladysighs.wordpress.com/ …..
if she would be so kind as to take on the challenge.

UPDATE: Lady Sighs is unable to pass the baton but no worries; Sadje is running with it. Go Sadje!

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SAVING GRACE

August 10, 2023August 10, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

There aren’t too many people who know about this part of my life; that’s about to change.

It was 1943 and I was crazy about Pvt. Roy Holmes at Fort Campbell, Kentucky. Every night for two weeks I snuck out my bedroom window to be with him. Then he stopped coming around and I found out he’d been deployed. I was heartbroken. Just one short month later I learned he’d been killed. Another month later I realized I was pregnant.

Mama and daddy would never understand; what’s worse, they’d never forgive me. I packed some clothes and snuck out one last time. I caught a north-bound bus, getting off at the aptly named city of Hope, Ohio. Eyeing a pretty white church, I headed straight for it and rang the bell. I was surprised when a young handsome pastor answered; he was even more surprised when I fainted in the doorway. When I came to I was on a sofa with the pastor and two women standing over me.

“Better now?” asked the pastor and I gave a little nod of my head. “Maybe if you tell us what’s wrong we’ll be able to help” he suggested.

“Yes, what wrong, dear? Maybe we can help?” the two kindly women asked in unison.

Speaking softly, I slowly made up my story as I went along: “My name is Grace Holmes. My husband of five months was killed in the war. I have no family, no money and I’m pregnant.” I started to cry tears of sorrow and shame. Handing me a tissue the pastor quietly said “There now. You’ve been through an awful ordeal. Please stay the night here in the parish house and in the morning we’ll sort it all
out.”

I gratefully accepted the pastor’s kind offer; the two women led me upstairs and helped me get settled in a lovely guest room. The room was small but well-appointed with a twin bed, nightstand, dresser and rocking chair in the corner. It even had its own bathroom with a bathtub! There was a beautiful view of a pond behind the church and I knew this was where I was meant to be. Still, I felt very guilty about my lies. I decided I would stay a day or two until I figured out what I would do, then I’d move on. I couldn’t take advantage of these kind people.

The next morning I found everyone in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The pastor rushed over to offer me a chair. “Good morning, Grace! These are the two ladies who were here last night when you arrived … our cook, Anna, and Peggy, our housekeeper. I’m Richard Clark, the pastor” he said, absentmindedly touching his collar. Everyone was so welcoming!

I remembered the two women as the ones who brought me to the guest room and I thanked them again for their hospitality. We made small talk during breakfast – the weather, what was on sale at the grocery store, a new recipe Anna couldn’t wait to try out. One topic everyone was careful not to mention was the war, obviously for my sake. I refrained from saying too much, afraid of turning my lie into a giant web from which I’d never free myself.

Life at the parish house was surprisingly busier that I thought. People stopped by to discuss weddings, funerals, baptisms, the church bazaar. Some inquired about joining the choir and others invited Pastor Richard for dinner. It was comfortable while being lively and I liked helping Anna in the kitchen, even though she insisted I should be resting in my “delicate condition”. Soon I would have to leave before I wore out my welcome.

One night after dinner, Pastor Richard asked me to join him in his office. He offered me a chair and then sat behind his desk. “Grace, I believe things happen for a reason. I’ve been thinking about this since you arrived the other night. There’s a way we can help each other. You see, my secretary recently retired and I haven’t been able to find anyone to take her place. I’d like to offer you the job. It’s not very demanding – taking phone calls, answering the door, keeping track of appointments, things like that. The salary is decent and room and board are included. Would you consider taking the job? I believe you’d be a real asset here.”

“Pastor Richard, I wasn’t prepared for this and I don’t know what to say. What about my condition?” I responded.

“Grace, you’re pregnant; you don’t need to ring a bell and declare ‘Unclean! Unclean!’ wherever you go. Celebrate the new life growing inside you! Do me a favor; sleep on what we discussed and let me know tomorrow. And Grace, please call me Richard.”

That night in my room I thought about the job and living at the parish house. I had to admit I felt at home here and it would be an answer to my prayers. The next morning I told Richard I wanted to take the job on a 3-week trial basis if that was alright with him. He was so happy with my news, he gave me an unexpected hug that lifted me off my feet.

Working at the parish house was wonderful; I was always a quick study and I became entrenched in my new job in no time. Of course, Richard was a huge part of the reason I was so happy. Over the period of just a few weeks we became much closer to each other. We spent many hours together, our friendship growing stronger until it was undeniable – we were falling in love.

When I announced to Richard that the 3-week trial was over, he walked over to me and said softly “Grace, please stay. I couldn’t bear it if you left.”

I reached up and put my arms around his neck. “I’m not going anywhere, Richard. I’ve fallen in love with you.” And we kissed for the first time.

From that moment on we were inseparable. As our relationship became obvious to those around us, so did my pregnancy. Richard asked me to marry him and I said yes. We were both thrilled but my lies haunted me. I knew I had to confess before I could marry Richard. I took him by the hand and led him to the sofa in his office.

“Darling, I have something to tell you. The night I arrived here, I lied to everyone about my past. I‘m not a war widow; I was never married. I became pregnant by my boyfriend who was drafted and left without even saying goodbye to me. One month after that, he was killed and soon after I discovered I was pregnant. My parents would never understand so I ran away from home. I got off the bus here when I heard the bus driver announce the city of Hope. I believe this is where I was meant to be.”

I sighed deeply and waited for Richard to say something. Finally, when he spoke, his words shocked me.

“Oh, Grace. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to tell me, to unburden yourself. How awful it must have been to be living with that lie day after day. You see, darling, I’ve always known or at least surmised the truth.”

I was stunned. “But how? How could you know?”

“No wedding ring, no pictures of your ‘husband’, no mention of your childhood, your family. You said nothing about your life at all. I figured it out and I didn’t care. I love you and I’m so happy you trusted me enough to tell me the truth. I want to be your husband and a father to your baby more than anything in the world. That’s all that matters.” And then he kissed me.

“We’re going to have to call your parents and let them know you’re safe. Don’t worry, darling; it will all be ok. But first we have to tell Anna and Peggy we’re getting married; I’ll never hear the end of it if they’re not the first to know!”

I made another decision that night: if our baby is a girl, her name will be Hope.

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At The Movies

AT THE MOVIES (August 10, 2023)

August 10, 2023August 10, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

The 1965 movie “The Sound of Music” is a tuneful, heartwarming story based on the lives of the Von Trapp Family singers, one of the world’s best-known concert groups in the era immediately preceding World War II.

Julie Andrews plays the role of Maria, a postulant at an Austrian abbey with an abundance of youthful enthusiasm and a lack of discipline. Maria becomes a governess in the home of a widowed naval captain (Christopher Plummer) with seven children, and brings a new passion for music, life and love into the home.

There are so many gorgeous songs from this film penned by the genius duo of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein. Rather than throw a dart at the list of songs, I have chosen to go with the glorious theme song – “The Sound of Music” sung by the profoundly talented Julie Andrews.

Magnificent scenery, a terrific story and the talent of Julie Andrews combined for an Academy Award-winning combination!

Do you have a favorite song from this wonderful movie? Please share your thoughts or post a video.

Thanks for joining me today At The Movies; catch you next time!

See you on the flip side.

I’m The Sicilian Storyteller

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A FINE TIME TO ASK

August 9, 2023August 9, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

“We’ll be home soon, darling” I assured my wife.

“It was a brilliant idea celebrating Christmas at the cabin. Which reminds me, David – you did unplug the lights on the tree, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t; I assumed you did. Fine time to ask, Claire!”

“David, you can’t just assume! And since when is it my job?”

“You assumed I unplugged them!”

“We have to go back.”

After a three-hour return drive in stony silence, we arrived at the cabin – minutes after the firetrucks.

Only a charred moose head on the stone fireplace remained standing; everything else was smoldering remains.

NAR © 2023
100 Words

11 August 2023

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FOOD FIGHT

August 9, 2023August 9, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Fandango asks us:
DO YOU EVER USE A MEAL DELIVERY SERVICE SUCH AS DOORDASH (OR WHATEVER LOCAL EQUIVALENTS ARE AVAILABLE IN YOUR PART OF THE WORLD)? IF SO, HOW OFTEN WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE MEALS DELIVERED TO YOUR DOORSTEP?

“Mom! I’m starvin’! What’s for dinner!”

“Me too, Mom! I’m so hungry! I didn’t eat all day!”

“Well, I’m hugrier than both of you! I’m so hungry I could eat a horse!”

“So what! I could eat a hippo!”

“Big deal! I could eat an elephant!”

“Kids! Please! I’ve been busy cleaning the house and doing laundry all day. I forgot to take something out of the freezer for dinner. We’ll have to get something delivered.”

“Yeah! I want Smashburger. Let’s call DoorDash or GrubHub or Uber Eats!”

“No, Jimmy! We had Smashburger last night. I wanna get Panera Bread!”

“Well, too bad, Betty. Nobody wants Panera Bread except you, right Bobby?”

“Well, I don’t want Smashburger OR Panera Bread. I want Domino’s!”

“SMASHBURGER!”

“PANERA BREAD!”

“DOMINO’S!”

“SMASHBURGER! PANERA BREAD! DOMINO’S”

“Kids! Stop shouting! I’ve got an awful headache and I’m going upstairs to rest.”

“SMASHBURGER! PANERA BREAD! DOMINO’S!”

“DADDY’S HOME! DADDY’S HOME!”

“Hey, guys! What’s all the shouting about? I can hear you all the way out in my car. What’s going on?”

“Mommy forgot to take something out of the freezer for dinner…”

“So we’re getting DoorDash or GrubHub or Uber Eats…”

“I want Smashburger, Betty wants Panera Bread and Bobby wants Domino’s.”

“All right! Calm down! Where’s your mom, anyway?”

“She’s got a headache.”

“Again!”

“And she’s upstairs resting.”

“OK, listen guys. I’m going upstairs to check on mom. Watch a movie and be quiet!“

“I wanna watch Spiderman!”

“You’re stupid! I wanna watch Mulan!”

“I hate you! I wanna watch Super Mario Bros!”

“MOM! DAD! MOM! DAD! MOM! DAD!”

“STOP SHOUTING THIS MINUTE!! MOM AND I HAVE DECIDED. WE’RE ORDERING FROM THE DINER SO EVERYONE CAN GET WHATEVER THEY WANT FROM ONE PLACE. SIT THERE WHILE I GET THE MENU.”

“Yay!! The diner!! The diner!! The diner!!”

“I want…….”

NAR © 2023
Author’s note: Bill and I have never used DoorDash or any of the other apps for meal delivery. I tried InstaCart once or twice but wasn’t happy with the produce and/or meat that was selected for me by someone else. We will occasionally order pizza or Chinese food when I don’t feel like cooking but I’d rather make my own pizza; it’s inexpensive, delicious and easy to do. Meal delivery is a wonderful service for people who have no other option. For us it’s an additional expense we don’t need.

Fandango’s Provocative Question #226

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THE PORCH

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

“Walnut hair and skin so fair
Freckles like stars on her nose
Green eyes glittering like precious jewels
And lips as soft as a rose”

“Hey, Pops, what’s that you’re singing? I’ve never heard it before”.

“Brady, I didn’t see you there” replied Ben Williams as he leaned his guitar against the porch wall. “Just an old number I wrote for your Mom. Another lifetime.”

“Pops, can I ask you something? It makes me sad how little I remember about Mom. What was she like?”

“Oh, son. That’s not easy to answer. Your mom was a real beauty, a feast for the eyes. And we were happy. We had you and your sister our first two years together. Then I got that trucking job and your Mom was alone a lot. It’s hard on a woman when her man is away for weeks at a time, especially with babies to care for. She was special and she loved you kids – don’t you ever forget that – but she got lonely.”

Ben continued. “When Ron Carter’s wife died your Mom befriended him. They were both lonely and found comfort together. I don’t blame her for that. One day when I was home from the road she brought Ron a cherry pie. She took your sister with her and they never came back. How I wish she’d stayed but I couldn’t force her to be happy here. From that point on it was just you and me.”

Father and son sat in contemplative silence.

“You know, Pops, at first I thought Mom would come back soon. Then I gave up on that dream and convinced myself she had died. Strange thing is, thinking she was dead was easier than believing she abandoned us.”

Ben let out a ragged sigh. “Thank God I had you, Brady. You didn’t know it but you kept me from falling apart. Getting that steady job at the hardware store was a life saver and I was able to be here for you.”

“Then I started dating Rebecca and I was hardly ever home!” Brady laughed. “Marrying her and moving in here with you made my life complete.”

“That sweet gal of yours made my life complete, too, son. She filled a void in my heart and never once complained about having to live with her pain-in-the-ass father-in-law! Rebecca’s like a daughter to me” declared Ben.

“Pops, did you know Rebecca was the one who insisted we live here with you. Not too many women would do that. And our kids are crazy about you! You’ve taught them a lot.”

“I love those munchkins, Brady! You all made this house a home and a broken old man whole again.”

Rebecca poked her head out the screen door. “Dinner in ten minutes, you two. Please round up the kids and everybody get washed up.”

That night Rebecca asked Brady what he and his father had been talking about.

“Just reminiscing, mostly about my Mom.”

“I wish I had a chance to know your Mom.”

“Me too, Becca” Brady replied wistfully. “Me too.”

Please join me today
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IN THE GROOVE (August 8, 2023)

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

Take one singer, add one acoustic guitar, mix together and come up with the most talked-about Country video of 2006.

“Stay” was recorded by the country duo of Jennifer Nettles (lead vocals) and Kristian Bush (vocals, guitar, mandolin) who together made up the group “Sugarland”.

The heartbreak in Nettles’ distinct voice [sprinkled liberally with a heavy Georgia accent] coupled with tightly clenched fists and tears spilling from her eyes make this number more than a song; it’s a performance. She plays the role of a distraught woman asking her man to stay with her and not run off to his lover whenever she calls.

“Stay” reached a peak position of #2 on the Billboard Hot Country Songs charts where it stayed for four weeks. The song, written solely by Jennifer Nettles, was ranked #10 on CMT’s 100 Greatest Videos.

Listen, watch and see for yourself why this video is so talked-about. Here is “Sugarland” doing “Stay”.

“I’ve given you my best, why does she get the best of you?” What a great line that is!

When I first saw this video and heard the sorrow in Jennifer Nettles’ voice, I felt like I was intruding on something extremely painful and personal. I couldn’t look away; her grief is very real and very raw. The subject of betrayal is something everyone can relate to,

Here’s the question of the day; there are no right or wrong answers and every answer is a good one.

Music touches us in so many different ways; it can bring us great joy or terrible sadness. Can you think of a song or video that affects you profoundly.

My answer is the Italian song “Caruso” by Lucio Dalla. The music is heartbreakingly beautiful and Dalla’s voice is desperate with grief.

I’d love to see your comments so please share your thoughts or simply post a video.

Have a great week; I’ll catch you next time In The Groove.

See you on the flip side.

I’m the Sicilian Storyteller

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TODAY @ THE RHYTHM SECTION

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

What fun! Check it out!
This is what you’re missing
if you aren’t reading us!

Breaktime Whodunnit (7 August 2023)

Be Our Guest

Be Our Guest (August 6, 2023)

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

Today we have a treat for you!

One of our followers, Keith Allen, AKA “The Nostalgic Italian“, has written a guest post which we’re sure you’ll find entertaining, interesting and enlightening. It’s guaranteed to brighten up your Sunday. Enough talking from me; I’m going to hand the reigns over to Keith for the first edition of Be Our Guest in The Rhythm Section. Let’s give him a warm welcome! Take it away, Keith!

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I’m Keith, known to my blog followers as “The Nostalgic Italian.” I am honored to have been invited by Nancy to share some songs with you. I suppose it is only fitting that I start with an Italian song from my favorite Italian singer – Dean Martin.

If someone asked me to pick my favorite Dean Martin album, I would probably pick “Dino – Italian Love Songs.” I have this on vinyl and I have listened to it more than once on the record player my wife bought me for my birthday a few years back. The entire album is fantastic and includes some of his biggest hits.

One of my favorite cuts on the album is a song written by Johnny Cola called “Vieni Su“. The song was never released as a single, but it should have been.

As far as the lyrics to this song, there aren’t many. As a matter of fact, it’s one verse and a chorus. Perhaps that’s what makes it all the more powerful to me. In Italian, Vieni means “come” and Su means “on”. The song is about a man who has waited for his special woman. He adores her and loves her. Now, he wants her to come with him through the years ahead and spend the time ahead together. A simple love story.

The song was recorded while Dean was still with Capitol Records. The melody of this song is just beautiful. I love the entire arrangement of this song. Dean’s vocal is simple, and spot on. It is such a perfect love song.

For me personally, it takes on a whole new meaning. Ever since becoming a father I wished for a daughter. I have two sons from my first marriage and shortly afterward, I was told I only had about a 4% chance of ever having more children. When I remarried, we were surprised to find we were expecting our first child together. We decided to find out the gender and I was overjoyed to find out we were having a baby girl. Ever since she was born, it is a song that I sing to her. When you hear the song, or read the lyrics, you will see just how much they mean to me. It is a song that I can listen to over and over again.

Vieni Su

Vieni su, vieni su, vieni
Come along through the years with me

Can’t you see how I adore you
And how long I waited for you

Vieni su, vieni su

Won’t you say you love me too

Can’t you see how much I adore you
And how long I waited for you
Vieni su, vieni su
Won’t you say you love me too

Well, I hope you enjoyed my first contribution to Be Our Guest here at The Rhythm Section! Please leave a comment or even your favorite Dean Martin video and maybe I’ll be asked back again to do another slot.

Arrivederci!

Keith, The Nostalgic Italian

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LOVE STINKS

August 6, 2023August 6, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

L is for the louse I almost married
Glad I learned before I tied the knot
With him my life was always harried
I knew that I deserved another shot

O is for the opinionated SOB
He never agreed with anything I said
He wanted other lovers besides me
So I kicked the bugger right out of my bed

V is for the many vices he enjoyed
Out all night and sleeping all day long
Now the slouch no longer is employed
And he still can’t figure out what he did wrong

E is for the engagement ring he gave me
It was nothing but a chintzy piece of glass
I had no other choice, as you can see
But to boot him out and kick his sorry ass

Not all people are the marrying kind
Regardless of what everybody thinks
When you’re sure you’ve got yourself a real find
Turns out the ugly truth is that love stinks

You’ve heard the song that love is all you need
And for the longest time I really felt that way
But that man of mine was just a real bad seed
And that’s the truth, no matter what folks say

So think twice before you walk down that church aisle
Heed my advice and listen to my plea
Take your time, no need to rush, just wait a while
Because there’s plenty more fish swimming in the sea

The Unicorn Challenge – 05/08/23

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MOON WALKING

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

I was thinking about that night back in March when Max and I went out walking. We were both feeling a little restless and unsettled; walks always took the edge off. It was really quiet on that road; even the usual noisy critters in the woods were not chattering. A brightness broke through the clouds and fog, lighting the way as we went moon walking. That’s when I started softly reminiscing about my life with Max.

“You know, Max, it’s hard to believe we’ve been together four years already – just you and me, constant companions. I still think about the first time we found each other. We both really needed someone in our lives at that time, somebody to fill a void. It didn’t take long before we were best friends.

Working from home during Covid took a little getting used to; being in each other’s space 24/7 could have been disastrous but it turned out to be a blessing. We kept each other from going crazy while holed up inside. I imagined a lot of staring out the window, whining. Thank goodness for that park across the street and our quick jogs for groceries.

Yeah, Max. You’re my main man and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ve been tossing some stuff around in my head and I have something very important I need to run by you, buddy: you see, I’ve found someone.

Now, don’t start getting weird on me, Max. This is new territory for me, bringing someone into my life – into your life, too. She’s become very important to me and I hope you’ll like her as much as I do. I’ve been giving this a lot of thought and I’d like her to move in with me … with us. I know this is all very sudden and it’s asking a lot, which is why I want you to meet her and get to know her.

She makes me happy, Max, and I can see all of us spending our lives together. She’s sweet, beautiful and loving. Well, you’ll see for yourself; she’s going to meet us here tonight. I call her Sasha.”

Max and I gave each other a look and I wondered if my eyes said “I know this is a lot to take in”. As we approached a large tree along the side of the road, there was Sasha, waiting for us, and I quickened my step to greet her. We nuzzled and sniffed each other, totally forgetting Max was standing a few feet away, patiently waiting. I looked back and forth between my two loves – one canine and one human – and I hoped Sasha and Max would become best friends, just like me and Max.

Finally Max came over to us and squatted down for a better look. I had no idea what he was going to say and I was a bit nervous. For the first time since we started our walk, Max spoke:

“Well, look at you, Miss Sasha! Aren’t you a pretty girl? You’ve got a lovely lady friend here, Jake, a petite chocolate lab. Let’s see; do you have a collar? Nope, nothing. Well, you’re either a stray, a run-away or someone let you go. I can’t imagine that, not a pretty girl like you.”

Just then Sasha darted over to the tree and emerged with a puppy dangling from her mouth; my heart did a flip. Our little guy couldn’t have been more than a couple of days old. Sasha walked right up to Max.

“Well, would you look at that!” Max laughed. “A little guy and he looks just like you, Jake! I guess congratulations are in order. Well, Jake, Sasha. What do you say we all head home? Sasha, may l carry your pup for you?”

Sasha looked up at Max with trusting eyes and gently placed our pup in his hands. We all headed home, walking in the moonlight; Max hummed a happy tune while Sasha and I trotted close beside.

“Sasha, we really need to find a nice woman for Max, don’t you think?” and my love gave a little woof of agreement.

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #230

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IN MY DEFENSE

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

What the hell are you looking at?
Never seen a raccoon before?
And what’s with the fence?
A “NO TRESPASSING” sign would have sufficed.
Whatever happened to “Mi casa es su casa”?
You wanna play a little game of “Climb This Fence”?
OK, you’re on! I can climb this fence before you can say:
“Rocky Raccoon runs rings around reclining redheads”.
Psst! Turn around, Carrot Top! I’m on the other side. Haha!
Look, in my defense, I got a wife and six kids waiting for me
back at the dumpster and we gotta eat.
A baby’s full dirty diaper feeds a family of eight quite nicely.
Hey, don’t look at me like that!
One man’s poop is another’s Pâté de Poulet.
Next time, leave some tabasco sauce; my wife likes it hot!
Ha-cha-cha-cha!

#WRITEPHOTO – Raccoon

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VAFFANCULO!

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

“So, what brings you here today, Lou?” asked Dr. Patterson.

“I can’t sleep, Doc!” replied Lou in despair. “I’m so tired! I haven’t slept a wink!”

“If I had a dollar for every time I heard that!” laughed the doctor. “Look, Lou. Of all the ailments people discuss with me, the greatest number of complaints isn’t about body aches, irritable bowels, erectile dysfunction or psoriasis: the most talked-about topic is lack of sleep. Falling asleep at bedtime and getting a good night’s rest is a problem that plagues millions so you’re not alone in this. I’m going to ask you some questions; let’s see if we can come up with a solution.”

Lou yawned and nodded in agreement. His wife Marie chimed in. “Maybe you should start by telling the doctor how much coffee you drink every day.”

“Ok, that’s an excellent suggestion. How much coffee do you drink, Lou?” asked Dr. Patterson, his fingers hovering over the keys of his computer.

“Oh, I guess about eight cups a day and an espresso after dinner. We have one of those – whatchamacallits – Nespresso machines. Fantastic things! Just pop in a little plastic capsule and brew yourself fresh coffee in no time”

“Whoa! That’s a lot of caffeine!” The doctor was clearly surprised.” You need to cut back. If you drink that much coffee, at least half of it should be decaf. I’d like to eventually get you down to just one cup of regular coffee in the morning. How about alcohol?”

“Go ahead, Lou. Answer the doctor” Marie said, giving her husband a nudge with her elbow.

“I’ll have a couple of glasses of my cousin Carlo’s homemade vino while Marie’s preparing dinner. And another glass or two with dinner. Oh yeah, I like a nice sambucca while I’m watching “The Tonight Show” with that Jimmy Fallon. He’s a funny guy!”

The doctor stared at Lou allowing his words to sink in. “That’s five alcoholic drinks per day!” Dr. Patterson was flabbergasted.

“Give or take. Yeah, that sounds about right” was Lou’s reply as the doctor shook his head in amazement.

“What form of exercise do you engage in?” the doctor asked.

“Exercise!?” squawked Marie. “The strongest parts of his body are his fingers … from pushing himself away from the dining room table, surfing the interweb and using the remote control. He gets his exercise by watching Stallone running up and down those steps in that Rocky movie … as if that’s gonna work, you stupid jackass!”

Lou’s eyes shot daggers at his wife. She shrugged. “What? It’s the truth, Lou, and you know it.”

“What about your diet, Lou?” asked Dr. Patterson while eyeing Lou’s sizable belly.

“Diet? I ain’t on no diet, doc! My Marie is a fabulous cook!” Lou exclaimed, making her blush. “She makes everything from scratch, including her pizza, pasta, braciola, arancini – you name it, she can make it. And her ricotta cheesecake? Fuggedaboutit!”

“Well, it’s wonderful that Marie’s such a great cook but it sounds like you’re eating a lot of rich, fattening foods” the doctor replied with concern.

“What’s wrong with pizza?” Lou asked incredulously. “It’s the perfect food – something from all the food groups. You got your carbohydrates, your protein and your dairy, right?”

“Well, technically, yes but I wouldn’t call it ‘the perfect food’. Dr. Patterson entered all Lou’s information into his computer. “Let me get this straight, Lou. Your caffeine and alcohol intake is off the charts, you eat rich foods and desserts, you spend a lot of time in front of some type of device, you stay up late and you don’t exercise. Is that about right?”

“Yeah, I guess” Lou admitted begrudgingly.

“Do you realize that everything you’re doing is adversely affecting your quality of sleep? And what about you, Marie! How well do you sleep?”

“Who, me? Why, I sleep like a rock” Marie answered proudly.

“You’re not kidding! You should hear her snore, doc!” Lou guffawed. “What a racket! It sounds like bocce balls rolling around the court! Hey! That’s probably why I can’t sleep!”

Marie huffed indignantly.

“You snore, Marie? Sounds to me like you could have sleep apnea – a serious disorder. Considering everything we’ve discussed I’m referring you, Lou, to a life management specialist. And Marie, I’m scheduling a sleep disorder study for you.”

Lou and Marie stared at the doctor in shock.

“Can’t you just give me some sleeping pills?” pleaded Lou.

“And maybe all I need are some of those nose strips” Marie suggested hopefully.

“I’m afraid not. You need to make some serious life changes” replied the doctor showing Marie and Lou to the door. “Just stop by the desk on your way out and Victoria will have all the paperwork ready for you.”

“Thanks a lot, Marie, making me tell the doctor everything! Now I gotta see a specialist!” Lou griped. “This is all your fault!”

“Oh, shut up, Lou! Thanks to you, I gotta go for a sleep study! Well, you can get your own damn dinner tonight. I’m on strike!”

Lou looked devastated.

“And another thing, Lou – vaffanculo!”

I hope you’ll visit
me today
At The Movies
for more great music!
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At The Movies

AT THE MOVIES (August 3, 2023)

August 3, 2023August 3, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Rocky Balboa, a small-time boxer from working-class Philadelphia, is arbitrarily chosen to take on the reigning world heavyweight champion, Apollo Creed, when the undefeated fighter’s scheduled opponent is injured. Will this chance of a lifetime be the break Rocky’s been waiting for or is he fated to be a no-name boxer forever?

“Gonna Fly Now”, composed by Bill Conti, is the immediately recognizable theme song from the movie “Rocky”. Released in 1976, the song became entrenched in 1970s American pop culture as part of the daily training regimen of the film’s main character and namesake, Rocky Balboa.

Who doesn’t love the movies and music from the Rocky franchise? And no one could ever play Rocky Balboa like Sylvester Stallone.

Enjoy this clip from Rocky featuring Bill Conti and “Gonna Fly Now”; it really gets the juices flowing!

Stallone always manages to entertain, whether playing Rocky, Rambo or even a Rhinestone Cowboy! Do you have a favorite Stallone movie?

Just a reminder that our friend Keith, The Nostalgic Italian, will be featured in our first guest post slot this Sunday, August 6. I hope to see you there at Be Our Guest.

That’s a wrap, kids; now hit the showers. Catch you back here next time.

See you on the flip side.

I’m The Sicilian Storyteller

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AN UNLIKELY HERO

August 2, 2023August 1, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

Sadje has asked us “What do you see?”

Fantasy Land, May 2, 1865 –
The day started out as any ordinary sunny spring day in Fantasy Land but by noon the town was in a frenzy for the news was out that 9 year old Mary Andrews had lost her lamb, Snowflake. Mary had Snowflake for only a few months but they had become attached to each other immediately, so much so that he followed her to school every day, even though Mary knew it was against the rules.
Teacher Sarah Johnson had this to say: “Mary’s such a lovely girl and Snowflake is so sweet with his fleece as white as snow. I didn’t mind the fact that the lamb followed Mary to school because she always tied him to a nearby tree but today for some reason he followed her right into the classroom. As you can imagine all the children wanted to do was laugh and play.”
Pressed for more information, Miss Johnson went on to say that she took Snowflake outside herself and tied him to the tree but when the children went out to play, the lamb was nowhere in sight.
The three blind mice who live across the road from the school became rather indignant when questioned about the incident. “Of course we didn’t see anything, you fool! We’re blind as bats! But we did hear some strange noises near the tree shortly before the children came outside.” When asked to described the noises one mouse said “It sounded like pulling or tugging” while another thought it was more like a snapping sound. The third mouse added “There was definitely a scuffle of some sort. Poor little Snowflake.”
Mary’s parents, Abigail and Wyatt Andrews, rushed to the school to console their daughter. Mr. Andrews was visibly upset to learn that the teacher had taken Snowflake away from Mary. “She had no right touching that lamb. She’s a school teacher, not a farmer and has no idea how to tie a proper knot. She should have asked Mary to tie Snowflake to the tree like she always does.”
Moments later Little Bo-Peep arrived on the scene and was asked her opinion on the incident. “Well, I’ve been a shepherdess for a long time now and if there’s one thing I know it’s this: If you leave them alone they’ll come home wagging their tails behind them.”
By mid-afternoon all the town’s residents had gathered at the school and formed search parties to look for Snowflake. Even Humpty Dumpty was there, sad and terribly broken up. In all my years as a reporter I’ve never seen such an outpouring of support.
A new development as Hansel and Gretel just arrived at the school. “Wait! We think we can help!” they cried and tearfully reminded those of us still at the school of their traumatic encounter with the evil witch who held them captive in her gingerbread house. “We all know how much Snowflake loves to eat wildflowers” Hansel said. Gretel added “The witch has flowers growing all around her house. If she get’s Snowflake to follow her there, the poor little guy won’t stand a chance.”
With great trepidation we entered the forest and came upon the witch’s house. There she was, gnarled and bent over, dragging a bleating Snowflake behind her. “STOP!!” the witch shrieked, “I’ll kill him right before your eyes!” Suddenly, Humpty Dumpty appeared out of nowhere and ran up to Snowflake, freeing him from the witch’s clutches. Snatching Humpty, the witch cackled “Fine! Take your precious lamb! I don’t need him. I’ll feast on scrambled eggs all week!” and she disappeared into the dark forest with Humpty.
What an act of bravery exhibited by Humpty Dumpty! He was indeed a good egg.

What do you see # 197- July 31, 2023

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BIG BLUE

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

“Well, hello there. I’m Big Blue. And you? Ah, a pleasure to meet you, Reader. Please have a seat, get comfortable and let me tell you a little about myself.

My family and I were purchased in 1964 by Nancy’s parents, Vito and Connie Schembre, for their home in the Bronx. Oh, we didn’t look anything like I do now! No, our upholstery was a green and gold velvet paisley which looked very elegant with the marble coffee table and white rug in the formal living room on the first floor. The only time The Schembres used the upstairs dining and living rooms was when special company came by.

Connie kept a beautiful house, immaculately clean from top to bottom. Like most Italian households, the basement was where the family really lived; it was fully furnished with a kitchen, dining area, bathroom and tv section. Connie had a nice sewing room where she spent many hours making costumes for school plays, clothes for her daughters and custom order dresses for a small clientele of local upper class women. And Vito had a workshop in the back where he’d make homemade wine and tinker with things that needed fixing which somehow never got fixed.

My parents were joined at the hip and formed one expansive sofa; my big sister was a loveseat and my twin brother and I recliners. Connie liked the fact that my brother and I were called “wall huggers” which meant our back stayed close to the wall and we didn’t sprawl out all over the place when in the reclining position. Why, we didn’t even look like your typical recliner.

The four of us together were just too much furniture for the formal living room so it was decided that I would join the more casual furniture downstairs in the tv section. When Connie wasn’t sewing at her old factory Singer, she enjoyed knitting in her rocking chair while Vito liked a good doze in his overstuffed armchair. Seventeen-year-old Rosemarie loved her bean bag chair (a hideous thing!) and I got to be 13-year-old Nancy’s chair! I couldn’t have been happier and neither could she; it was a big step up from a bunch of pillows tossed on the floor!

From my vantage point I could see everything that happened in the basement – Vito listening to opera, Connie frying her tantalizing meatballs every Sunday morning, the girls doing their homework at the kitchen table. I had a front row seat for every tv show the family watched. In fact, the only time Nancy didn’t sit on me with her legs comfortably stretched out was the time she sat on the floor five inches from the tv to watch the Beatles live on the Ed Sullivan Show.

Oh, the memories! I snuck a peek when Rosemarie made out with her first boyfriend Billy Mack. I held back tears of pain when Connie meticulously stitched my torn seam. And I was the only one in the basement that morning when Nancy sat at the kitchen table one hour before her wedding in her gown dunking Oreos into a tall glass of milk! How I wish I had a picture of that!

Then in 1977 the day came when the Schembres decided to move to a smaller house upstate. As a set, my parents, sister, brother and I were much too large for the new house and were placed on the curb for either someone to take home or to be picked up by the trash collectors. It was terrifying for me; the thought of going to strangers or being picked up for the trash was unbearable. At the last minute Nancy’s husband Bill picked me up and put me in their van. I was overjoyed to be going to live at Nancy’s house! I also overheard that one of Connie’s friends took the rest of my family for her son who had just gotten married and needed furniture. What could have been the worst day of my life turned into the best!

Now I have a really cool coat of soft blue leather and reside very comfortably in Nancy’s Beatles room. And Nancy spends hours sitting on me with her legs comfortably stretched out writing her stories. I tell you, dear Reader, things couldn’t be better! I’m so happy and I feel fine!

I hope you’ll stop by
In The Groove today.
I’ll be waiting for you!
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In The Groove

IN THE GROOVE (August 1, 2023)

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

Today I am featuring works from the solo career of the extremely prolific Paul McCartney.

I’d like to share with you two McCartney songs which really impressed me. The first one is called “Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying” which is done very much in the style of a jazzy Billy Joel. This is NOT the Gerry and the Pacemakers’ hit we all know and love. Written in 1946 by Joe Greene, this number is included on the 1990 LP by McCartney called “Tripping the Live Fantastic.“

The second song is a piece entitled “Used To Be Bad” which harkens back to the sounds of The Steve Miller Band and ZZ Top (not surprising since it was co-written by McCartney and Miller). This one is a bluesy number which keeps going from start to finish and can be found on McCartney’s 1997 “Flaming Pie” LP. Upon its release, the time was ripe for McCartney to deliver an album steeped in Beatles lore and that’s exactly what he claimed “Flaming Pie” was all about.

For your listening enjoyment, here now is the one and only Macca with two very different-sounding pieces.

So, what’d you think of the ex-Beatle turned jazzy blues piano man?

The only question for today is which one of these songs you liked the best.

I hope you enjoyed hearing a little Macca today; in all honesty, I’m really not a fan of Paul’s solo work but I did like these two. I’m casting my vote for the funky blues sound of “Used to Be Bad”.

Please join me next week for another edition of In The Groove. Enjoy the rest of your week and all the upcoming music here on The Rhythm Section!

See you on the flip side.

I am The Sicilian Storyteller

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THE FIRST TIME

July 31, 2023July 29, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

The first time I felt my baby
move inside me,
I was in the bathtub.
I felt a tiny flutter in my belly
and thought “maybe”.
Then the water rippled
and my heart soared.
❤︎

NAR ©
34 words

Weekend Writing Prompt #322 – Flutter

Name That Tune, Sixties

NAME THAT TUNE (July 30, 2023)

July 30, 2023July 28, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

It’s Sunday so that means you have another shot at seeing if you can decipher my clues and Name That Tune.

Are you ready to play? Ok, let’s get this thing going! Here are your five clues:

According to the performer of today’s song, the title was derived from and inspired by a spiritual co-written by Sam Cooke.
The song for today was featured in the 1986 film of the same name about a group of boys trying to find a friend who had gone missing.
Our featured performer rose to prominence as one of the principal lead singers of the R&B vocal group The Drifters.
This song has been covered numerous times, most notably by Otis Redding and John Lennon, but the recording today is the most popular version and the biggest hit.
Today’s artist started his solo career in 1960; his first solo hit was “Spanish Harlem” and the following year he had a second hit with today’s song.

So, how’d you do? Do you think you know the name of the song and who performed it?

Let’s see if you’re right. Scroll down for the big reveal.

That’s right! The answer is “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King. Did you guess it? What was your “Aha!” moment?

Are you ready to hear the song and watch a little clip from the movie? Ok, let’s go!

What a great coming-of-age film! This movie, based on Stephen King’s novella “The Body”, was directed by Rob Reiner and starred Wil Wheaton, River Phoenix, Corey Feldman and Jerry O’Connell.

It’s great hearing these terrific songs, don’t you think? How many of you remember The Platters? I sure do and my favorite song by them is “Twilight Time”. Check it out next time you’re on YouTube.

Next week in this slot there will be a surprise post waiting for you. I have gladly forfeited my August 6 edition of Name That Tune for a special guest post …. our first here on The Rhythm Section. Please stay tuned for what I know will be a great addition to our site!

I hope you had fun with me today playing Name That Tune! Catch ya later, kids!

See you on the flip side.

I’m The Sicilian Storyteller

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