Jan. 7, 2015

'47 Chevy

by Steve J. Burkett (author's profile)

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There was an old '47 Chevy sitting behind the old house on Gerber Rd - it didn't run, a throwed piston - the passenger side was pushed in from front to back. My brothers and I would take turns driving it. Today I sit behind the wheel - it is a cold rainy day, the back door opened and my sisters climbed into the back seat. As the rain came down on the car we started driving to a happier place. 1955 give or take some years. I miss my brothers.

You found it funny that a homeless man convicted of armed robbery and murder was only spared a life sentence after it was discovered, after his conviction, that he was in jail during the robbery. If not for that he would have 2 meals a day and a steel bunk to sleep on for the rest of his life - funny, indeed.

Will anyone show up to do my eulogy?

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Georgia, sweet Georgia on my mind ♡
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Are you going to kiss me or not, are we going to do this or what

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