Tag: arts
member name: Ron Jenkins
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July 17, 2007 01:54 PM EDT --
I rode in the passenger seat of the Vette, the big boxes balanced on my lap and stacked high enough to block my view out the windshield. The cars weren't made for carrying anything more than two people. . . .
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July 18, 2007 10:15 PM EDT --
We drove into Sturgis, and cruised slowly through a gauntlet of motorcycles of every type and description. There were bikers from all over the country in every mode of dress imaginable. Some . . .
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July 09, 2007 11:59 PM EDT --
I slammed the door again on my way out just to get my 11-year-old point across with some punctuation, and shoved my hands in the pockets of my striped bell-bottoms. Out in the yard, pocked with holes dug . . .
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July 16, 2007 04:27 PM EDT --
"Maybe we should go to the cops," I said to Breedlove who carefully put the contents of the envelope back inside.
He didn't look up, but responded matter of factly.
"Yeah, sure, the . . .
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July 27, 2007 01:15 PM EDT --
If you are a photographer, and would like to be a part of global experiment to have your photo on the home page of www.ronnierayjenkins.com this just might be for you. What I am looking for is a picture . . .
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July 28, 2007 10:58 AM EDT --
It was a time of calendars given away free down at the local hardware store. Big ones, with phases of the moon, and printed with red and blue letters. It was a place where bins of nuts and bolts, galvanized . . .
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July 24, 2007 02:20 AM EDT --
A few people milled about picking through the odds and ends of Emily Fitch's life, which lay spread before them on three long sheets of rare plywood held up by four equally rare sawhorses. The . . .
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August 12, 2007 02:37 AM EDT --
Before we made the big move to Clear Creek, my mother raised chickens back on the "farm," as we called it, and we had upwards of five-hundred of them running around. Bantams, White Leg Horns, . . .
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July 09, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
Ron Breedlove has a way with words. His Vietnam memoirs captivate the reader, at times putting them in the driver's seat. I've had the pleasure to read his material, and I'm never disappointed. . . .
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July 16, 2007 12:12 AM EDT --
The Vette screeched to a stop in front of the massage parlor. I clutched the plastic wrapped manila envelope to my chest, anxious to expose the contents, and ease my mind about Lupe'. Breedlove . . .
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July 16, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
Breedlove must have been in the store for an hour. I spent the time sitting in the grass underneath the big Harley sign remembering Lupe'. It also helped to take my mind off the cigarette burn . . .
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July 20, 2007 02:42 PM EDT --
I strapped the used ukelele over my shoulder and drifted into the crowd. My eyes searched for any signs of Breedlove. I passed tents offering tattoos, vendors at wooden stands hawking belt buckles, and . . .
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