Repurposed
Copyright© 2020 by Yob
Chapter 27: MIDNIGHT SPECIAL MYSTERY
Wilma Lee & Stoney Cooper are singing ‘Big Midnight Special’ on the country music station and I get to thinking, I’ve been hearing trains passing ever since I started living here at the old dump. Out there in the woods, is a train track. How far off is it, and where does the track lead to. Stupid flight of fancy, but the song roused it in me.
Why not have a little adventure on spring break? Investigate a mystery. The mystery of the trains.
Karen recently bought a ten year old aerodynamic car design, the famous “bullet nose” 1951 Studebaker Champion, with luxury interior. Sergey fixed and tweaked the car up for her. Impressive car. Resembles the 48 Tucker except the Tucker had a third headlight centered in the grille instead of the bullet nose. Karen’s proud of her car, and loves to give rides in it. I schedule a ride.
Mr Moses latest horse-trade in liu of rent, is a trio oF govt. surplus barrage balloons. Blimps basically, but too small for lifting people or a propeller equipped engine. They’re just big balloons with fins. One floats over my scales office, adorned with my advertising. Lets folks on the four-lane a mile away, know we’re back in here.
I bought a train ticket forty five miles south to the next passenger stop. Karen dropped me at the station and will collect me on arrival at my destination according to the printed train schedule.
I’m only sight seeing, the reason for the trip. Busy looking for my logo-ed blimp above the tree tops.
Sighting that blimp informs me I’m near home, and I begin paying particular attention to the woods to the east. The direction of my yard. There! A weed grown siding is seen sliding off into obscurity into the woods. I was hoping there might be a siding near my junk yard. Now I know it’s there, I’ll reconnoiter on foot.
If I can load scrapped vehicles onto flatbed rail cars, it will solve a major transportation problem. Getting the scrap to the smelters for re-smelting.
Karen picks me up on schedule. During the drive back, she pumps me about college life and my college girlfriends. I tell her about my suspicions both Melody and Meredith are or were fooling around with younger brothers. Melody’s remarks calling me little brother when I was sucking her titties after coaching me in math, then Meredith’s Freudian slip inviting little brother to get on and fuck her again?
Karen thinks it not strange at all. We’re sibling lovers. Perhaps its common? Could be, maybe more common than anyone realizes. Karen suggests our sister Robin, just turned fourteen, might enjoy some of my attention. She talks about me all the time, probably has a crush on big brother. Interesting, but not very. Too many girlfriends at once can be a time management nightmare. Scheduling them all?
The concessionaires are setting up shop in ‘NOW’ truck-stop.
One vendor of over the counter medical remedies, hygiene supplies, breads, pastries, luncheon meats, ready to eat meals, like Beanie Weenies, SpagettiOs, canned Beefstew, and Pork-n-beans, wants more space and is complaining we won’t allow her more.
Johnny took a powder refusing to listen to any more of her bitching.
“Do you have your copy of your contract with you ma-am?” I ask.
“Yes, right here. That isn’t the problem.”
“The square footage floor space contracted for isn’t the problem?”
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