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Planned Parenthood

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The Throwback

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“I’m hungry,” Larabie complained to Miz Kitti.

“Let’s go in there and have some hot dogs or something,” his friend suggested.

“Are you kidding?!,” he couldn’t help groaning. “With boxing on the first floor and Madame Natasha the Fortune Teller upstairs?!” 

You’ve been watching way too many old B movies lately,” she reminded him. “I’m sure those characters are quite harmless in real life.”

O.K.,” he finally conceded. “Of course, if you catch me constantly wearing a trench coat and fedora, and referring to you as a ‘dame’ or ‘broad’, don’t say you weren’t warned.

“Very funny, Mac,” she admitted.

Come join us weekly as Rochelle Wisoff~Field leads us through Friday Fictioneers . Read the link for an explanation. This week’s photo prompt has been provided by J. Hardy Carroll .

 

 

Feast of St. Gabriel Possenti

“San Gabriele” Movie   Today is the Feast of St. Gabriel (originally named Francesco Giuseppe Vincente Pacifico Rufino) Possenti, Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows. He was a Passionist Religious, born in Assisi, Italy, and lived from March  1, 1838~ February 27, 1862. Beatified on May 31,  1908 by St. Pius X, he was canonized on My 13, 1920 by Pope Benedict XV. He is a patron saint of Catholic youth, students, and of boys and men studying for the priesthood.

about abortion

By Iowans for Life The culture says abortion leaves your mind and body unaffected. Scientists disagree. Post abortive trauma is common. Are you experiencing an unplanned pregnancy? You need to know two critical pieces of information right now: You can get help. You’re not alone. You have healthy options beyond abortion. Abortion affects you forever. […]

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Franz and Franz~What Pegman Saw

hotelimperial“Yes, honey, I understand that the Czech Republic is quite beautiful,” Gracie admitted to George, “but of  all the places we could have visited with our lottery winnings, why come here to Karlovy Vary?!”

“Think of all the history that’s here,” her husband reminded her. Austria Hungary’s Franz Ferdinand and his wife Sophie were from here.  He’s the only assassinated public figure with both a band and a beer named after him.

“Besides that,” he continued, “Franz Kafka’s from here too. You know how many times I’ve read everything of his, from “The Metamorphosis” to “Amerika.”

“And best of all,” she intoned happily. “Blanche and Harry will be insanely jealous when they see our videos of the Hotel Imperial.”

“With all the beauty this place has going for it,” he sighed, “is that all you can think of?”

“Hey, honey pie, I’m a nudge. Get over it,” she bragged triumphantly.

This is my very first attempt at a story for Pegman.  Visit the Czech Republic’s Karlovy Vary and write a story based upon one of the photographs. Keep it within 150 words.

What Pegman Saw

The Days and Nights of Molly Dodd

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“I really like the way my rose is now,” Brenda told Cheryl.

“I call that a Molly Dodd moment.”

 

“Huh?!” her friend gasped.

 

“I grew up,” Brenda explained, “watching shows like ‘My Mother the Car,’ ‘Mr. Ed,’ and ‘Seinfeld.’

 

“Molly, for me, is the epitome of normal. In the  typical episode, Molly reads  her mail, says hello to a neighbor, blows her nose. You know, plain stuff.”

 

“I can understand that,” Cheryl opined. At the same time though, each of us often needs Gunther Toody and Ed Norton in his life too. Contrast and balance are the answer to everything.”

 

Moocho thank you to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields for being our Fearless Leader in Friday Fictioneers, a weekly attempt at a hundred~page story based upon a photo prompt. This week’s prompt was supplied by Marie Gail Stratford.

 

Bait and switch

“He never expected to find that at the hardware store.” Have you ever noticed that there are all sorts of circumstances and environments where one often can count on finding things he shouldn’t  expect to find there, or not finding things that should be there.

A perfect example is M.T.V. which,  during my youth, was a groundbreaking music video channel. Now it no longer has any connection whatsoever to music, though it still covers pop culture of other kinds.

 

I’ve always had quite a significant interest in the Catholic Church’s intellectual world. Although I no longer watch television~not counting reruns on Youtube~I’d always enjoyed, in the past, watching Catholic shows on television. When I lived in Lindenhurst, I tried watching Telicare, the Rockville Centre Diocese’s official Catholic network. To my chagrin, they never showed any Catholic shows. All I could find were panel discussions with psychotherapists, case workers, and social workers; old movies; local high school sports; and telethons.

 

To this very day I can still remember an incident, when I was growing up, when my parents, my younger sister, and I were on our  way to northeastern Pennsylvania to visit relatives. Somewhere during the course of the trip we stopped at a diner in which, the very name of the place advertised prominently that they sold chicken. When we asked for chicken, a dumbfounded employee explained that their menu included everything except chicken.

 

In yet another northeastern Pennsylvania moment, one day several years ago, I was trying to get home (which then was the Borough of Wyoming) from someplace in Wilkes~Barre. Because of my having been quite unfamiliar with my location, and lacking a G.P.S., I took it for granted that a sign I noticed, which said that Pittston, my mother’s hometown, was seven miles north of there, by way of that road, I attempted to follow the road.  Within only a few hundred feet, I was confronted with a dead end.

 

If ever I chance to find things like bubble  gum, livestock, and animal balloons, instead of hardware, at a hardware store, I’ll know very much better than to be even so much as the least bit surprised.Today’s Author

My Patron saint

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“It’s Ash Wednesday,”  Donald reminded Anne. “Let’s watch ‘San Gabriele.’ ”

“That Italian movie?!” she mused. “How well do you remember your college Italian?”

“Gabriel Possenti was a perfect role model for Lent,” he reminded her. “Each of us has to carry whichever crosses God asks of him. Two of Gabriel’s sisters, and his mother, died when he was small. His brother Lawrence even committed suicide. Gabriel died a Passionist Religious, of tuberculosis, when he was twenty four.”

“I remember,” she explained. “Through it all, he was a charming, happy, friendly sort. It’s not easy, but it’s possible and necessary.”

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.  Write a complete story~beginning, middle, and end~in one hundred words, based upon a photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields is our fearless leader. This week’s photo prompt was supplied by Dale Rogerson.

Ah, yes! I remember it well!

I’ve always had a phenomenally good memory, but only in a qualified sense.

Does anyone remember Marilu Henner, who, long ago, played Elaine Nardo, the art gallery employee on “Taxi”? She is purported to have a perfect autobiographical memory.

I appear to come quite close.  Oddly, although I’m always forgetting where I most recently put my eyeglasses, keys, wristwatch, etc. , I seem to have quite an amazing memory to remember verbatim conversations, and all manner of arcane trivia, from decades in the past.

People are always passing comments about how exasperating it is that I can’t quite seem to remember to do the important chores, to run necessary errands, or otherwise to keep a promise, but I can always remember the times, in the tenth grade, when my theology teacher at St. John the Baptist Diocesan High School in West Islip told us that he’d never liked boiled hot dogs, and that his brother had a major foot problem.                                                                                                                          I haven’t lived in Jackson Heights, Queens, since September 11, 1971, five days before my twelfth birthday.  My parents and I, during the first years of the twenty first century, went back to St. Gabriel’s, our old parish in East Elmhurst, for a couple of reunions.  I attended grammar school there.  Sister Catherine, of the Sisters of Charity, was on the faculty when I was there. At one of the reunions, I re introduced myself and explained to her that I thought I could remember that she was once named Sister Lawrence. She reacted with a stunned facial expression and  replied: “Not since 1966!”                                                                                                                                  Of course, I could come up with quite a large number of other similar incidents. I quite often enjoy shocking old friends, teachers, and classmates with these trips down memory lane. It would be nice, however, if I could as easily summon up the equivalent ability to remember  to buy things I’ve run out of, to take out the garbage, and to meet whichever deadlines may arise in the here and now.

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