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1. If I were to start a museum, it would be a museum of wolves.
2. If I see a spider one more time I am going to lose my mind.
3. The Easter bunny is the strangest thing I believed as a child.
4. If my life had a mascot, it would be a wolf.
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This prompt via Di and Kymber😀 and a new prompt (for me) from the bloggers below:
Suggestions • Try to use the prompt words or at least conform to a general theme, as you see it. If the song you select does not meet the criteria, then please explain why you chose this song. • It would be good if you could post the lyrics to the song of your choice, as this is helpful for the people that want to follow along with the music.
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1966 was a great year, as I was married to the love of my life on July 3! Such an eventful time, the sixties decade, I can look back with happiness and sorrow. Living in Houston, Texas I can relate to the heat of summer. Even if I was lucky enough to have an air conditioned car, (I did not) I could burn myself getting in to ride anywhere. My tiny apartment did have a/c so it was a refuge. A trip to grocery shop never lasted long because most stores didn’t have much a/c either and the heat and humidity in that part of the US was intense. Some of the bands those days are comical looking, usually looking like this one or immaculately portrayed by the Kingston Trio. Since I brought them up, I included one of the videos and lyrics to the serious side of the sixties, “Where Have All The Flowers Gone” by The Kingston Trio.
“Summer in the City” by The Lovin’ Spoonful ‧ 1966
Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck gettin’ dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity? Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people lookin’ half dead Walkin’ on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night, it’s a different world Go out and find a girl Come on, come on, and dance all night Despite the heat, it’ll be alright And babe, don’t you know it’s a pity The days can’t be like the nights In the summer in the city In the summer in the city
Cool town, evening in the city Dressed so fine and lookin’ so pretty Cool cat lookin’ for a kitty Gonna look in every corner of the city ‘Til I’m wheezing like a bus stop Runnin’ upstairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop
But at night, it’s a different world Go out and find a girl Come on, come on, and dance all night Despite the heat, it’ll be alright And babe, don’t you know it’s a pity The days can’t be like the nights In the summer in the city In the summer in the city
Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck gettin’ dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity? Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people lookin’ half dead Walkin’ on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night, it’s a different world Go out and find a girl Come on, come on, and dance all night Despite the heat, it’ll be alright And babe, don’t you know it’s a pity The days can’t be like the nights In the summer in the city In the summer in the city
Where have all the flowers gone Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone Young girls picked them, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone Long time passing Where have all the young girls gone Long time ago Where have all the young girls gone Gone to young men, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone Long time passing Where have all the young men gone Long time ago Where have all the young men gone Gone to soldiers, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone Long time passing Where have all the soldiers gone A long, long time ago Where have all the soldiers gone Gone to graveyards, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone Long time passing Where have all the graveyards gone Long time ago Where have all the graveyards gone Gone to flowers, every one When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?
Walking home from school was the worst part of Mary’s day. Even recess was okay because friends would keep horrible monster boys away from her. On the way home it was a different story. Mary’s mother was very particular and wanted everything pristine, including Mary and her clothing for school, a starched uniform with white sleeves and collar. Boys she encountered on Mary’s walk home alone made sure at least one clump of dirt was thrown and landed on Mary’s dress. Mary knew her mom would be disappointed.
Unfortunately I have a memory of jelly that popped in my head, but I don’t recommend watching or listening to the video I found. How I used to sing this on long car trips with kids I’ll never know!😳🤪.
Evan was not the sort of guy who liked a challenge. His life was ordinary, possibly boring to others, but it suited him. Each day was much like the last, sleep, wake, coffee, get on the bus, work, get on the bus, eat, and sleep. You couldn’t blame him for not being ambitious, it was his family’s history. Evan had few friends, but they were aware of his inability to want more, as they did.
Frank was a friend of Evan. Frank also took the bus and worked at the same factory, but he always wanted more. Frank was adopted into a wealthy family, but left when he was sixteen. He never felt fully accepted, and preferred to be on his own. Leaving under poor circumstances, his family’s wealth didn’t follow, and he ended up barely existing. That is how he became friends with Evan, working at the same boring factory job and barely getting by.
The two men complimented each other in some ways, which turned out to be what led Frank to him. Frank conceived a plan to raid the factory’s office in the off hours of night. He made preparations in the way of starting a trusting friendship with the night guard. He often supplied the guard with a treat on his way out of his shift. As time went on, he engaged him in conversations that led Frank to more knowledge of the guard’s routine.
Evan was unaware of this deception, or its goal. The friendship with the guard was well executed, and getting close enough to him to learn of his background proved convenient. The guard had been in prison for small crimes when he was younger. The lenient, accommodating owner of the factory always thought it best to give second chances. His employment of the guard had proved him right. Sitting together, eating their homemade lunches, Frank decided it was time to start grooming Evan. He wanted him to be his accomplice in the robbery but without actually participating in the act itself. He wanted to lure Evan with thoughts of how having money could change their lives.
Evan never had money but was curious as to Frank’s plans. It was all a pipe dream to Evan, but he enjoyed listening to Frank’s stories. The day arrived when Frank decided it was time to act on his plan. He had asked Evan to engage the guard in conversation as Frank slipped past.
The guard had no reason to suspect Frank, and kept talking to Evan. Frank sneaked into the office and removed the locked cash box. The box was easy to find and even easier to remove the lock and pocket the week’s profits. He had studied the routine and knew pickup was every Friday night at nine. Frank pocketed the cash, fixed the lock and put the box back where he found it. Using the excuse of a restroom need, he made sure to make the theft as quick as possible. The guard was still speaking with Evan when Frank came out of the doorway.
Frank thanked the guard for letting him in, and joined Evan to catch the bus back home. Once on the bus, Frank told a new story to Evan, how an adventure was waiting for them. He wanted them both to leave town and travel to another state. Evan wasn’t receptive as Frank thought he would be. They parted ways at the bus stop.
Frank knew he had to leave and quickly. In a few hours the theft would be discovered and he was probably the last person to enter the building except the guard. Frank boarded the last bus to New York under a different name, newly dyed hair, and sporting a beard. He left no trace in his rented room, also under another name. His plan worked well. He only thought a moment about Evan, was slightly disappointed he didn’t join him, but now Evan was on his own.
Evan slept, woke, took the bus to work as he did every day but Sunday. When he arrived there was a blur of activity, police cars and the night guard he spoke with the day before was sitting in handcuffs. The factory owner seemed upset and was being questioned by the police. Evan wondered what was going on, but wasn’t all that interested. He didn’t want to be late to his section. Only one thing occurred to him, where was Frank?
His mother, distracted, replied, “You have to be four feet tall I think.” Lucy walked over to the side to buy two balloons for her boys. Joey broke away from his brother Jimmy and ran over to the ride that looked like his bouncy toy at home.
Lucy returned with balloons and noticed Joey was gone. She anxiously asked where Joey was. He pointed to the large metal structure. Lucy grabbed his arm and ran over to the ride, only to see Joey disappearing high up on the stairs.
Falling asleep to Fox News because of his annoying insomnia, Joe leaped out of bed, hitting his head on the ceiling fan, cursing the world. The fan hadn’t been used lately, shaking dust off causing Joe to start sneezing. Throwing open the window, started yelling for them to stop playing that tambourine! How dare the band play loudly that late?
The Bag Lady 
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