A selection of Various Birds
Sticker Shock
Randy was a little taken aback; The first surprise was that he actually got on the new healthcare website, and then the second was when he got the price and experienced a bad case of “sticker shock . . . “
The Wind Beneath My Wings
Kevin was going back to the country life. It’s not that there weren’t plenty of rodents to catch and eat here in town–he just couldn’t stand the thought of hearing one more upturned face trying to belt out Bette Midler’s “You are the wind beneath my wings . . . “
Elvis Night
Eldridge was going to the karaoke Elvis night and thought he had a good chance at winning the best Elvis in Galveston. He had Heartbreak Hotel and Jailhouse Rock down cold and a really lifelike deep, resonant “Thenk yew very much.” Did he get the hair right though . . . ?
Not An SR71 Blackbird
Since birds couldn’t play football (either American or Soccer) or baseball, while growing up, they liked to play flying games, imitating fighter jets. Fast turns, diving, flying almost straight up–what a good time! Henry dearly wanted to have his friends call him SR71 after the famous SR71 Blackbird super spy plane. His buddies, though, said, “Get used to disappointment; until you can fly 2,000 MPH at 70,000 feet, we’re just going to call you Henry.”
The Only Way
All of Richie’s friends had decided to drive for the holiday–who wanted to fight for parking, then the long lines , the indignity of TSA intrusion and searches, and then flights being canceled! But for Richie, flying was the only way to travel. . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Beach Bum
Kenny had finally had it–he quit his job, moved out of his parents home, and headed for the Texas Gulf Coast beach–free at last, a beach bum. But as the weeks went by, he found that it wasn’t like the beaches on Hawaii Five-O. There weren’t that many bikini clad chicks anxious to make his acquaintance, nobody offered to teach him to surf, and without money, it was tough to eat well–but wait; was that Miley Cyrus or Lady Gaga down the beach there? Hope springs eternal . . . . . . David, Sf.G.