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TMI Tuesday: December 20, 2016 — TMI Tuesday blog

Base Fruits

Happy TMI Tuesday. You know what to do. . . Life and Being 1. Why do you live where you live? 2. Do you want to have your sins forgiven? 3. Do you believe in heaven and hell? 4. After life, where do you think you will end up? 5. If you have children, would […]

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TMI Tuesday: December 6, 2016 — TMI Tuesday blog

Forced Family

This time of year is full of family and reflection. Let’s carry that on through to TMI Tuesday, shall we? Family & Reflection 1. What story does your family always tell about you? 2. At what age did you become an adult? 3. What is the most embarrassing thing you know about your parents? 4. […]

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Heart of Indiana / 8 The Planet Principle

You may come to the Planet, but the Planet will never come to you.

Now there was going to be a child. My child. Our child. The Planet was to create a little moon out of our combined genetic material. Just what those little strands of DNA contained was as much a mystery then as was the South Shore line and Indiana to me at the time. But all such things do reveal themselves in due time.
Up until this moment I had always tried to save and conserve resources. To be honest, I never had many resources to save. I had lived sparingly with my assets. Now I was becoming extravagant, or so I thought at the time. My extravagance up to this point were nothing compared to the debacle to come once I followed the Planet down the South Shore snake that led to the wilds of Indiana. Soon I would learn that the Planet could squander earthly resources on a scale that I could not even imagine.

I can hear Planet’s laugh in my ears even now, like the choked back yelp Rene made the first time I entered her virginal young blond fringed body in the sweaty attic that was my bedroom at the time. Fortunately the Planet would stop laughing over time.

But to say that these were some of the happiest, busiest, and headiest times in my life would be an understatement. It seemed like I had it all. To me I couldn’t have asked for a better or more wonderful wedding. The Planet was born to organize festivities and she blossomed in the role. The organization and taste with which it was all executed was phenomenal. I knew the Planet was indeed the right choice. Had I finally done something right? Had I finally made the right turn down my life’s path? Had I finally chosen the right partner for the rest of life’s journey? I truly believed I had.

But that was all to come to an end soon. The minute it was clear the Planet was to release a satellite it was all about the Planet. As the Planet saw it that was it. Not the satellite. The Planet must be cared for.



Heart of Indiana / 7 Looming Indiana

Heart of Indiana / 7 Looming Indiana

At that point in my life Indiana seemed like it might actually be a good idea. I had discovered the hard way that even 7-11’s had gravitational fields of their own. Especially when the vehicle in question was piloted by Mr. James with the trusty Yellenna at his side. Forward and reverse can become tricky concepts for the terminally inebriated. The glass doors of a convenience store are not much of a defense from a 1966 Star Chief Executive. All of a sudden I look up and I am eye to eye with the potato chip racks. That’s when you know it is time for you to take control of the situation and get the flock out of there. So we did. Although that was a long past incident I always had a sneaking suspicion the vehicle in question may need to go to Indiana as well.

Speaking of Yellenna. She was trusty for me as well. Often times when the rest had left after the early morning bar closing festivities she would remain always ready for a pummel on my dirty red couch with her dirty red hair and dirty red complexion. A veritable ball of red curves and pink valleys of wet warmth. Little Miss of the pouty lips aplenty and rarely without the aid of alcohol a plenty.

I feel a need to remind myself of pre Planet romps because they were soon to come to an end.

After all what else was there to do but have a huge extravagant wedding to add stealth to the blatant fact that I was just another man that knocked up a woman. But this was no mere woman.

This was the Planet

Heart of Indiana/Prelude

It was  Friday afternoon and I had a great sense of relief. I saw them all walking to the South Shore station and I knew what lay ahead of them. Herds of them filing into the underground . Lines and lines of them, heading out of their weekly veneer of civilization. Running away from the concrete, fine restaurants, theater, opera. All the finer things in life. Weekends they throw off these trappings and strip down to their basic, primordial selves. Oh how I shudder when I think of what goes on out there at any given moment. Why did I take that journey. What primitive and vile urge brought me to the very edge of my humanity. One thing I know. In Indiana…No one can hear you scream

I am a wiser man and have used as well as been used now. It is unfortunate that often it is unrealized at the time by all parties. But upon reflection ,after having pulled myself out of the wilderness, and looking back on the events there is no longer a need for forgiveness. What was done was done . Whether out of necessity of survival, or just basic animal instinct. Perhaps both the same. Is it the actions or the motivations that really matter? Or is it in fact only the results that count. Perhaps that is the true measure of my journey into Indiana.

What was it that brought people down that South Shore line, many on a daily basis. Others beginning on a day to day trek ,only to eventually be swallowed up, churned inside the guts of mills, industry, and eventually corn. None but the brave or foolish returned there to toil. The lure of cheap cigarettes, cheap property, low gas prices would seem to be the immediate and easy answer. There where also whispers of white trash trailer park women who could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, but most thought that was just rumor to draw the young males back to the corn fields. Whatever the draw, the land was ripe to be plundered as a century before the robber barons located their mills. They sang there song of the south drawing hundreds of thousands from Kentucky and Tennessee to labor in the newly industrialized lake front. In many ways the new migration out of the big city was much more insidious. To the point: what was it that drew me. But I have yet to mention

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