I’m not a spring chicken. I am, in fact, a hoarder of experience. I’ve been to see the elephant, the varmint, or, if you please, the alien. Yep, There’s no NASA, Air Force, or Navy report on it, but I can attest that there were more living on the backside of Boston’s Beacon Hill than Folkiies, Beats, and hospital workers in the day. There were some certifiably weird critters.
You might term them star-crossed. We never could get a clear answer about where they were from. But they insisted that they wanted to go to Hollywood because, other than Beacon Hill or Harvard Square, it was the only place weird enough they could live on our planet. So, after listening to my friends and me talk about the wonders of hitchhiking, they decided to try their luck in heading across the country. We got a call from them when they wound up in the pokey after Halloween in Chicago, but the cops let them go in the morning with the rest of the drunk tank habitues – they figured they were just a DT hallucination that got out of control.
They made it to Hollywood and made it big in the science fiction and horror genre. Everything was great for years, but recently, Yrdzzila and Wrodlsroc retired to Florida after a long career in the movies. They said that Disneyland and all the kooks reminded them of home in good old L#tr9!@la. But being that they were illegal aliens, they feared reprisals from the state government. So when the governor offered a free bus trip to New York City, they took it.
Needing additional income after the move ( ” Wes, Do you have any idea how much rent is in Brooklyn these days?!!), they began to do the old “Take me to your leader” routine in Times Square. The money was astounding!
Last I heard, contact had been made with the Mothership, and they were heading home. Things have just gotten too crazy for them around here.
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Lol!
Lol! Very clever writing, Lou!
Thanks!
🤣 Thank you! I needed that!
Haha! That’s what I call a road trip adventure! I love the term ‘Hoarder of Experience’ too. Well done.
Thanks, Mason. I think most of us bloggers are hoarders of experience, its where we get our ideas for posts.
I agree, we’re always looking at everything we see with the mindset of ‘Can I use that in story?’ aren’t we.
Mason, then there are those things that we don’t dare use…unless we carefully change this or that!
I know just the things you mean. One must be very careful when using real life inspiration.
Too funny, surprised they left “Hollyweird”, as some of the locals call it
They never told me why…
“How many folksingers does it take to change a lightbulb?”
“Four. One to change it and three to sing about how good the old one was.” 😜
Not if a bluser gets a hold of the song, then you need a harmonica player too, someone to run to the bar for refills, and a wronged woman with a razor blade to cut you up when you get off stage.
You can’t forget about the audience, they’re complaining that he’s slurring his words, and that the light bulbs over the stage are too dim.
The coffeehouse manager is also wondering why he hired the jerk, and how soon he can get the hot chick on stage, and hustle the crowd for more food orders.
Setting is bvery important!
I’m laughing so hard.