Abandoned Again

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He felt alone. And cold. He knew this adventure would not end up in success. This was a different feeling than about 2 hours ago. They had fun just talking about different things. Nothing earth shattering but enough that they could make each other laugh. That was important to him. And now she was gone.

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Moved to Tears

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The Daily Prompt:

Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us BEAUTY.

Pyramids

I took this picture riding a camel in the sands of Giza behind the great Pyramids. We rode for around 3 hours to obtain this picture. It was an unreal scene: Young boys riding fast horses beside you racing from one spot to another. I had to pinch myself to remind me that it was the year 2008 and I did live in the US.

Leon’s Farm Market

My father owned a farm market in Flint, Michigan. Both my mother and myself were his employees. the open aired farm market was open from the Easter, when we started selling Lillie’s until the last of October when we sold pumpkins. We also open up for two weeks in December to sell Christmas trees. The summer months we sold fresh local produce. My dad would get up around 3 in the morning and drive to Bay City where the local farmers sold wholesale to small farm markets like my dad’s. I remember riding in that old Dodge truck where you could actually see the pavement below the floorboard as we drove along country roads to purchase our produce for the week. Fresh tomatoes were 39 cents a pound or 3 pounds for a dollar. Mom loved selling the flowers in the spring time. She would have a very dark tan by the 1st of June. I worked the summer months. Seven days a week from 9 am to 9 pm. On the days we went to the farmers market we would return to our market around 11 am where I would unload the truck and my dad would get a few hours of sleep before he went to his regular job as a conductor for the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad.

Local Farmers Market

Local Farmers Market

I was at the local farmers market last week and that experience brought back a lot of memories. We provided “Customer Service” before they invented the word. I find it amazing that some store clerks can’t make change without looking at the cash register to see how much they owe their customer. Heaven forbid if they said “Thank You”.

Never Again:Deer Hunting

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Daily Prompt

Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!” Tell us about it.

Never again will I go deer hunting. One time was enough. Dad and Uncle drank until 3 am. We all left the camp just before sun rise. Dad sat me down beside a tree stump and say “Just Stay Still and the deer will come across that trail right in front of you”. Make sure the buck has at least 3 inch horns before you shoot. Right…Like I’m going to ask it to stand still and let me measure his horns. At dawn I could see at least 3 other hunters near me. All with high-powered rifles. First buck comes through and it’s like a firing range with me ducking behind some logs.

Deer Hunting

Deer Hunting

I’m not in that picture. I was inside the cabin reading a book never to return and hunt deer.

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