The Major and Darcy Weaver, Chapter 2

The Major walked to center stage and looking at his audience, more people than he would have imagined, his gaze fell on the eleven extraordinary people in the front row unconsciously bowing to them before he began.

In a voice with more bravado than uncertainty “Good afternoon all, I am Stephen P. Quickstep, simple teller of tales, at your service.” Well, I’m off to a start if not a good one, he thought.

Lowering his head he brought his right hand up to his chin, as if to stroke a beard or lost in thought.   Then in a wink, lifting his eyes to the gathering, “Do you believe Faeries, Pixies and Elves, you know the Dawn Folk?”  Before anyone could answer, with a wave of his hand as if brushing them aside, “No matter, most of the Dawn Folk that I have encountered don’t believe in people, they know we’re just tales they tell their children at night.”  Some of the audience chuckled.

“This story began with a knock on my door, a rather loud knock.  Expecting a person of considerable size to be calling, using the standard inverse ratio of sound to height…this sounded something like a battering ram) you can understand my surprise when before me was a very small man (with solid knuckles).  He stood about”…the Major stopped from indicating with his hand the height of his visitor; and drew on a more tangible reference.., “not much taller than the door knob.  The hair on his head and the hair of his beard were the color of flames and seemed to give off heat when you got too close to him.  His clothes seemed out of place, if not out of time.  But it was his smile that my eyes were drawn to first and in all the time that we would be together, that smile never faded, not for a moment.”

“It was in November that Charly (that was his I name I came to find out) came to visit.  Had it been December, I would have thought that Santa had sent a messenger, by way of an elf;  but this message wasn’t from Santa.”  The Major stood as if talking to someone on his right, he turned his head back to the listeners

“‘Stephen…’ Charly said.

“You know my name?’

…of course, Stephen P. (and I know about your grandfather’s quip) Quickstep.’

“How could you know about the P?  No one knows about the P?  I said in disbelief.

“‘Please, knowing names is easy…comes natural, but I know some things that you NEED to know…to set the record straight, as it were.  Histories…real ancient histories, histories that go so far back that they’re remembered only by the sun and the sea.’

“The sun and the sea you say…like in an adventure.  I was skeptical.

“‘Yup, you could say an adventure; but do you have the courage to go on that adventure?’  Charly waited a moment, ‘I got me a simple test of courage, right here.’  He reached into the outside right pocket of his forest green coat and pulled out a twig, a little twig with four small leaves clinging tightly to it.”  The Major squatted low and placed his hand in his pocket and slowly removed it holding a twig that was only seen in the mind’s eye.

“That’s your test, your test of courage?

‘Yup.’

“How does that work, this test, the twig will shiver and point at me if I’m worthy?

“‘Nope.’  He said as he bent over and placed the twig on the threshold of my front door, with his hand still on the twig, he looked up at me and said, ‘You’ll have to jump over the twig.  With your eyes closed.  Hands behind your back!  If you’ve the courage.’

“I quickly calculated my chance for serious bodily injury, they were close to nil.  I closed my eyes put my hands behind my back and jumped.”

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There’s Not A Lot Here folks

“The sun was in my eyes.  There were no fish in the sea.  They told me I should have been there yesterday/tomorrow…they were/will be really bitin’ then.  Wrong bait, I forgot to peel the shrimp (palm slap to forehead).”  The SWMBO has heard them all.  Excuses, reasons, justifications for not for filling someone else’s expectations…of success.

Every day that the sun was in my eyes, I enjoyed an incredible day, resplendent with golden light reflected as like on a shattered mirror, dancing over the bay; breezes that captured my line and bent it like a bow that pulled it gently back to shore.  Barefoot I stood on the shore, left foot planted in the cool, wet sand, the right in sun baked white powder, rod in hand I executed the wide arc of a cast…not the best, but the bait was out there.  In the ocean.

That day and every day I walked, drove or in any way ambulated to a body of water with the intention of getting a line wet…was a splendiferous day of fishing.  It may not have been a successful day of catching.  Fishing and catching are not mutually exclusive nor are they mutually inclusive.

Everyone has a bucket list, I guess and yes mine does have something about fishing/catching on it.  I want to be standing in a pristine mountain stream that flows with such force that maintaining balance (staying upright) has to be calculated in the cast.  I want the fly rod to be the most familiar tool I’ve ever held; because I made it, shaped the cork of the handle, wrapped ever strand of thread holding stainless steel guides in place; meticulously applied each layer of varnish.  I will carefully tie the newt that I will offer up to a 5 pound golden trout.

The thing about my bucket list, I haven’t listed sharing with anyone else.  Who could judge, who would I allow, to judge my good day of fishing.

I’m no where near the sea and a pristine stream, in Georgia(?); fishing is for another day…writing however…well, that’s a different kettle of fish.  Yes, that’s on the bucket list as well.

I am beginning to forget to have fun and in all honesty; there is no one that can really judge what is fun, for me…it might just have been a day the sun got in my eyes (he said with just a hint of a grin).

   

Happy Valentine’s Day, Y’All (I am in Georgia)

For most of my life (50+ years) I have been in love, or in lust and sometimes…heavy like.

Lost in my love’s arms, or wanting to be or just having a great time.

Like most fickle men, enjoying serial monogamy, there has been only one true love and no one can compare; once she shared her secret places, her strength and tenderness and she is always a mystery.

There is no love like a sailor for the sea.

I cherish the moment she won me,

I couldn’t breath, dare not move,

afraid it would end.

It grew stronger

with the long passage of time

between heartbeats.

Predawn hours,

sky and sea

shrouded in fog

that would swallow the land

as I sailed away into the emptiness.

Sun rising over my shoulder

swells rising over rocks, their sound

a child’s applause to a magic trick.

Light dancing on crests of waves

colors green, blue, grays and golds.

My skiff drift to a place of relative calm as

I lower my lines.

Maybe I’ll fish

or lay in the arms of my love.

Emergency Response Times

In the midst of the second “crippling” winter storm to hit Northern Georgia in as many weeks.  The vigorous efforts of local, state, federal and military entities to improve response times and to keep our roadways flowing prompted  the posting of this earlier piece.

 

30 September 2017

Office of the Mayor, New Worldsville, State of Caution Her Honor, the Mayor, wishes to acknowledge the concerns of New Worldsville’s citizens regarding response times to emergency calls.  Mayor Weaver is confident that 911 calls being followed by 27 minute waits (on average) for police, fire and ambulances will soon be a thing of the past.

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04 October 2017

Presented to the City Council receipt of delivery: 50 hood-mounted Laser Canons from Weaver Munitions Works, New Worldsville, State of Caution. Weaver Munitions Works factory technicians provided to install said canons on designated city vehicles,

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07 October 2017

Directive to Chiefs of Fire and Police Departments, New Worldsville, from the Office of the Mayor.

Those vehicles that have been equipped with the new accessories will be the first deployed to any 911 emergency calls.  If in the course of responding to these calls, should any civilian vehicles not acknowledge proper right of way, use of their new equipment may be warranted and sanctioned.

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12 October 2017

Notice from the Office of Ms. Darcy Weaver, Mayor, New Worldsville, State of Caution

Mayor Weaver is happy to announce at this time that in keeping with her promise of 30 September to the people of New Worldsville, emergency response times have been slashed to 4 minutes.

She is pleased, as well, to report that there are now over 14,000 employment opportunities available for those young people that survive to graduate from our fine centers of learning.

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The mayor looks forward to the opportunity of serving you for another 4 years.

Drive courteously…and don’t forget to vote.

…And Another Winter Storm in Woodstockville

The weather channel predicted it on Friday.  The SWMBO called in absent for the following week on Saturday.

It was Tuesday, following the snow that followed the heavy rain that I went to market to “stock up”.

One would expect to see the bottled water, soups and fruits gone…but it seems that there was a run on ice cream(?).  I was left with only Egg Nog.