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The People Of The United States

“The people of the United States are one of the people I most admire in the world. The only thing I don’t understand is why a country that manages to do so well cannot do better in choosing its president.”

~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez

3:00 A.M. ~ Quick Fiction

A hot and humid night in the city. People without a/c, having a hard time trying to get any sleep. Some of them choose to go outside, sitting on the stoops at 3:00 a.m. They see there are quite a few of their fellow citizens, doing the same thing. Talking and watching the few cars and trucks pass their homes. After a while some will go back inside, and give sleep another try, knowing in a couple of hours, some will be off to their jobs, and others call in sick.

Yeah

Oh happy days

Etched in clay

Oh happy days

In a loving way

3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction

It’s a feeling Tom relishes in life. Driving on the interstate at 3:00 a.m. He loves the freedom of the open road, considering he is one of the few cars, along with the tractor trailers, doing the long haul. When he is cruising at the set speed control, he pops in one of his favorite jazz cds, and it keeps him in a relax state of mind.

3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction

The strong gusts of wind woke Joann from a sound sleep. She peered at the clock, and it was exactly 3:00 a.m. She got out of bed, and the hardwood floor felt cold. She checked the thermostat, and it was 63 degrees. She turned on the heat, went the bathroom to do her business, and when she was done, and the heat never went on. She checked the thermostat to see if she set it to the right temperature. So her next move was to check the oil tank, and lo and behold, the thank was empty. She went back upstairs, and called her oil company she does business with, and told them she was out of oil, and could they send someone to her home and make a delivery. The woman at the oil company said they can make a delivery within an hour, and there would be a $50.00 surcharge. She asked why about the charge, and she was told that it was off hours, and they had to pay the driver time and a half. If she didn’t want to pay the charge, then she would have to wait till 8:00 a.m., or shortly there after. She decided to have them deliver the much need oil, and vowed never to let it happen again.

When the new heating season begins in the fall, she will have automatic delivery, and so she will never have to go through without oil, ever again.

To Be

“To be is to be perceived (Esse est percipi).” Or, “If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?”

~ George Berkeley

People Know What They Do

“People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don’t know is what what they do does.”

~ Michel Foucault, Philosopher – Born: October 15, 1926 – Died: June 25, 1984

3:00 A.M.

A brand new month is upon us. March, which has 31 days, means there are 31 3:00 a.m.s. Anything may or will happen at that early hour of the morning. Its a wait and see, or beware of the unknown.

3:00 A.M. ~ So

So, I often wonder what people are doing at 3:00 a.m. Sleeping? Watching TV? Working? Reading a book? Walking the dog? Bathroom run? Just something that I would throw out there, to see what responses would come of it.

Two People

“Whenever two people meet, there are really six people present. There is each man as he sees himself, each man as the other person sees him, and each man as he really is.”

~ William James

3:00 A.M. – Short Fiction

It was one those nights, Ned was tossing and turning, and restless. He looked at the alarm clock, and it read 3:00 a.m. He decided to get up, put his clothes on, grabbed his keys and cigarettes, and went for a walk. The air was warm, and the stars were shining. It felt good to walk in the quiet solitude, of the tree lined street he resides on.

When he returned home, he felt like a new man, and the stroll helped clean out the cobwebs in his head. After all was said and done, Ned went back to bed, and before you know it, he was out like a light.

Reading A Novel

“Reading a novel is just a much more involving and intimate experience than the act of watching a film. I mean, you literally get inside of a novelist’s head, and you invest many hours to do so.”

~ Jay McInerney

3:00 A.M. The Village Square -Short Fiction

The village square is for the most of the time, relatively dead, that you can hear a pin drop on the steel grating. But on this early morning hour at 3:00 a.m., accompanied by a full moon, and a few scattered clouds creeping by, something odd was happening. There were a pack of dogs chasing a man. His face was panic stricken, and hollering for help, but no one bothered to call the local sheriff.

Two hours went by, when a driver for the bread and pastries company was making a delivery to the diner, when he found a man’s body mauled to death. The man was so badly bitten and scratched, was close to being unrecognizable. The sheriff along with the county sheriff, and the state police, are puzzled as to why nobody heard the man’s screams for help.

To this day, it is still an open case, and eventually become a cold case file.

Wrong Planet

“Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet. It’s great when I’m in my garden, but the minute I go out the gate I think, ‘What the hell am I doing here?”

~ George Harrison – Born: February 25, 1943 – Died: November 29, 2001

3:00 A.M. Downtown – Short Fiction

A late winter storm, dumping copious amounts of snow on the streets and avenues, in the downtown area. Its 3:00 a.m., not a soul to be seen venturing in the deepening snow. Even the plows are having a hard time keeping the roads cleared. The only places that are still open, are a 24 hour mini mart, and a drug store, neither of the doing much business at all.

The pandemic has a done a number on quite a few businesses, and some of them have shuttered for good. So, with the economy tanking, and now the latest storm, won’t help most of the remaining stores, as it will keep the pedestrians home, and will have to put up with more cabin fever, which they have been going through for the past 11 months.

They feel that its a never ending story.

3:00 A.M. – A Short Story

Every morning, at 3:00 a.m., you will find an elderly gentleman, sitting in his favorite booth, having a cup of coffee. He has been patronizing this certain coffee shop, since he retired many years ago from the book editing job, that he had for over 35 years.

He usually is the only one there, and he has gotten use to the solitude he enjoys. It doesn’t matter what the weather is like. It can be cold, hot and humid, raining or snowing, it will not stop him from walking the two blocks from where he lives in a high rise downtown apartment.

When he’s finished his coffee, he will take one to go, and then stop at the kiosk, and by the morning newspaper. Later in the day, he will take a nap, recharge his batteries, and then he will go about whatever he feels like doing.

Back In Time

“Time is free, but it’s priceless. You can’t own it, but you can use it. You can’t keep it, but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.”

~ Harvey Mackay

Majority Of Men

“The majority of men… are not capable of thinking, but only of believing, and… are not accessible to reason, but only to authority.”

~ Arthur Schopenhauer, Philosopher – 1788-1860

So

The expression, “you’re older than dirt.” So, how old is dirt?

Life Is One Big Road

“Life is one big road with lots of signs,
So when you riding through the ruts,
Don’t you complicate your mind
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy
Don’t bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality.”

~ Bob Marley

Sunsets

“Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.”

~ John Lubbock, 1834-1913

The Crazy Ones

“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently – they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

~ Steve Jobs

Written In Cursive

Clouds are poems, and the most moving poems linger on the blackboard so long, written in cursive so lovely, they also exist inside our fingertips. We never really erase them at the end of the lesson.

~ Ann Beattie