Hello hello hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers who live all over the world! How’s everyone doing? I’m doing well; but you know sometimes the Old Soldier gets lazy. All I want to do is hang out at Sonny’s Tavern and drink beer and eat peanuts; which I plan to do in a couple of hours. But I also have a magazine to put out. The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is a daily and although I may skip a day or two without publishing a new blog post, I don’t like it. So, today to push through my laziness I’ve decided to republish the following story and to show off my twitter friend Liz La Point. And I will be strolling into Little Italy today, either before or after having a couple of beers and some peanuts at Sonny’s, for a carrot to cut up and to put in my cock pot of black eye peas and ham hocks. I’ll publish this post and then put the peas in soak; and doing some crook pot cooking made the following story from the archives come to mind. I hope you enjoy the story and I know you will enjoy the photos of Liz. She’s like the weather here today in Pittsburgh.
Oh, click on the link under her photos if you want some down to earth relationship advice; especially you men. If I had the kind of advice that Liz gives about male, female relationships when I was young maybe I wouldn’t be womanless now.
Terry, Liz’s husband, took the photos and I thank Terry and Liz for letting me publish these photos in my little girlie magazine.
Terry, Liz, you rock!
You’ve got to love the modern American woman.
Crock Pot Cooking
A hard rain fell on Pittsburgh that night. A middle-age bachelor left a neighborhood bar with a six-pack of beer and he walked the two blocks to his apartment building. The smell of lamb, carrots and potatoes slow-cooking in his crock pot filled the second floor of the apartment building.
Once in his apartment, he took off his rain coat, dried his hair and stood in the dark at a window as he drank a can of beer and watched the rain while he listened to his voice mail. He had gone to three job interviews the past two weeks. One voice message was the job he wanted.
He finished his beer and sat on the sofa in the dark and punched in a number on the lighted receiver of his phone.
“Hello, Richard,” a cultured female voice said.
“I got the position.”
“Decent pay. Benefits. Security. The works. Sharon, we can have a life together. We can get married.”
“It is wonderful.” She was a hostess at an upscale club, restaurant; widowed, both her teenagers away at college.
“Can you spend the night?” he asked.
“Have you had dinner?”
“I have dinner ready. Lamb.”
“I’ll bring a good wine.”
“Bring the black nightie.”
“I’ll pack an overnight.”
After the phone call Richard stood at the window and drank another can of beer as he watched the rain. Then he took a shower.
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