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RD-971
Table of Contents:
Chapter I......................................................................... {Traffic Report}
Chapter II....................................................................... {Break Out}
Chapter III..................................................................... {New Career}
Chapter IV..................................................................... {Growing Up}
Chapter V...................................................................... {Closing In}
Chapter VI.................................................................... {Times Up}
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This work is fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter I
{Traffic Report}
Here I begin another day flying high above the skies, looking through the glass bottom of my helicopter to up date the people of where to expect the traffic delays this morning. If there is an accident here I’m the man to go to for where things are happening and ways to get around the latest traffic accident on this cities highway 47. There is a light film over the city, the year is 2036 and today is just beginning to get interesting.
“Hello, and good morning out there. This is Hector coming at you live on VRCY 106.2 on your fm dial. Today rush hour traffic has been brought to you by GG’s paint and body. You get a ding on your car, GG’s quick and fast professional staff will get you back on the road in a hurry, with four locations to meet all your automotive needs. Highway forty seven looks like smooth sailing until you get to the Forester off ramp, so try to avoid that area for at least the next hour. Traffic seems to be backed up a bit there, to many folks out rubber necking I guess”.
“Thanks Hector, for the traffic report. This is Hawk ready now to get thing going for you all this morning with a little jam from the group Hammered Pumpkins”.
“.....What a day it’s been to rock the crowd.... I say it’s a great day to rock the crowd.... Feeling like it’s time to start things out, I pick up my bass and howler at you as I wave my hands into to the air.... I’ll be ready to come at you from a higher power........ As the amp comes on and I power up my bass, shaken down the walls all about the place popping a beat we slam around cause were hitting to a rhythm to party to.... What a day it’s been to rock the crowd..... what a day it’s been to rock the crowd.... Now I’m just about to liven it up, firing off sounds that are sure to be great, now come everyone get down with me as we dance away to a finer hour..... What a day it’s been to rock the crowd.... Say what day it’s been to rock the crowd..... Hang on a second I’m almost through. Step up to me so I can move with you, view your moves girl....ooh Maaan what an awesome view..... Say what a day it’s been to rock the crowd... What a day it’s been to rock the crowd ... ....”.
After flying around the city I took a flight underneath the bridge, on the way back into the city. My chopper is landed on top the Joplin tower at about 11:30 just in time for the next crew to head out for the lunch time traffic. I move into the entrance and comb back what’s left of my brown slightly graying hair. The new guy Tye comes in to get dressed for work.
“Hector, my man how was things up there this morning?”
“Pretty smooth until I got to the main off ramps”
“Folks always be piling up out there”.
“Tell you what you take care of yourself out there. Man Tye I think you missed a spot when you shaved your head this morning”.
“No way man, you just messing with me right?”
“Nahh, I wouldn’t kid you on something like that”
He did miss a spot, but it’s not like anyone will see him up there. I’m paged over the loud speaker to report to Mr. Bise’s office immediately. Bise aside from being the owner of this establishment I work at, he’s also my land lord. I rent a modest single wide mobile home from him. Down the cement polished stairs I go, hoping the next step I take wont send me tumbling. I guess I could have taken the elevator, thus saving myself sometime but I kind of enjoy the long walk away from the crowds. The double doors open; should I wait awhile or just barge right in. He’s probably not happy I flew my bird under the bridge this morning, some lady keeps calling the station to tell my boss that the noise is interfering with her beauty sleep. I’ve only seen her once or twice and there wasn’t anything beautiful about that chick. My boss is sitting back puffing an imitation Cuban cigar. He nods his bushy covered hair piece to let me know it’s OK to be seated. I sit, waiting for the man to finish talking on the phone, when I notice suddenly that he had a full dish of pecans. My back is turned, as I grab a handful to stuff my face. He grunts all to loudly as I drop the bowel I utter.
“Excuse me Sir, I seemed to have dropped my nuts”.
The crystal bowel goes crashing on to the floor, Mr. Bise’s mouth drops open in horror as if it were a family heir loom or something.
“Ohhh dear... My goodness that belonged to my great grandmother; god rest her soul. Did you know it’s going to take me three months to get a replacement sent to me from Italy”.
Why can’t this guy shop some place local.
“I’m very sorry, I’ll be more than happy to replace it for you”.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just take it out your check. I’m going to lunch here in a bit you want to come”.
“I would, but have got other plans”.
“Ohh... The reason I called you up here was to remind you not to fly near Mrs. Cougar’s home. She wasn’t happy about it at all, and wants me to send you to her house to personally apologize to her. I also wrote you up, so please sign here at the bottom line of the page when you’re done reading it. This is your second warning any future flights out there will result in your immediate termination”.
“I’ll go see her right now Sir”.
Mr. Bise gave me her address on a yellow sticky note. After looking at the map, I took a short drive to her home. She lived at the end of a neighborhood in a tan home with white trim. There is a yard man in a yellow truck on the drive way, feeding branches into a chipper. Her little ankle biting dog is off and running at me when I depart from my car. The man cleaning the yard is drenched with saw dust. He smiles at me as I continue to make my way toward the door; all the while I’m dragging her little dog which has a death grip on my ankle. I knock at the door, and hear a vacuum cleaner kicks off.