Blue
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 1
The sign read,
Buy a Bucket
Find a Million Dollars
Left at the Corner. Follow the signs
Yogo Sapphire Mine
A Million Bucks ... Yeah ... sure, but I turned left at the corner and followed the signs.
I am so easily led by pussy.
It just so happened that we had a long ... four days ... break and I needed it, The show in Billings, Montana was a two set sellout. I didn’t have to be in Great Falls until Friday.
The band had the next gig in Great Falls, ... I don’t like to travel with the band ... they get weird on long hauls. I can endure just so much dissipated conduct. So I drove. I can listen to music I like and, so long as I’m there for the gig, I pretty much fend for myself. I am the guy who wrote our two Gold Record songs and most of the Platinum album. So I get away with a lot.
I’m a backroads kind of guy. The band bus took the freeway to Great Falls and I took US 87 all the way to Lewistown, Montana. For all it’s mostly straight 87 is a slow road. (The center hump would cast a shadow at noon.) It was late, I was hungry, and thirsty ... and maybe a little horny.
I stopped for the night, the Yogo Inn had a good restaurant and a bar with live music. I’m a pretty good bass player and I’m reasonably famous and somebody suggested to the band that I be allowed to strut my stuff. The lead singer asked. I did.
This redhead planted her delectable nineteen year old teenage body in front of the bandstand and worshiped me. Plus ... she refused every dance request.
Have I mentioned I’m partial to redheads? Well, I am.
The redhead was entertaining and enthusiastic ... and an acrobatic contortionist. She swallowed ... that’s a plus in my book. My ashes were well and truly hauled. Besides that, she was a nice girl and I liked her.
We showered together and slept the sleep of the well fucked.
So, in the morning I said, “Wanna go for a drive?”
“Sure.”
“Edies Corner for breakfast?”
“Sure.”
There was a pause. She muddled her way through and asked, “You from around here?”
Edies Corner is unknown outside Fergus County and its neighbors.
“Yes,” I confessed.
That was a bone to be chewed. She chewed it. Mumbled it around and spit it out.
“Ok ... where?”
“West Washington by the ball diamond.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope, born and raised right here in Lewistown. My mom was the librarian.”
“Here?”
“Yup.”
“She told the best stories.” That was said with a sigh of remberance.
“Still does ... makes a living at it. Boston ... New York ... dinner theater and University presentations. She’s the best liar ever.” I was pretty proud of my mom.
There was a quick uptake.
“She made up all those stories?”
“Yup.”
“Not from a book?”
“Nope ... out of her head.”
“She always had a book in her lap.”
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