Walks on Water

[Here comes trouble]

A water skipper can walk on water. The irridescent colored dragon fly can go backwards and up and down going about everywhere he wants along the creek bank...... Big wonderful fish coming home swim up the creek every year only to die on the creek banks while the hideous black eel survives making the same journey home. Those were a few of my earliest re-collections of living along a small water way that came to be known to me as Cow Creek. .............................................................................The waters flowed mysteriously from nowhere to some where. My tender imagination without any other explanation developed that there was a faraway source up in the sky with many cows gathered to create this water. A good reason I never drank this water........ In the winter the gray skies would furiously open all the flood gates and an abundance of rain would fall swelling the creek and making it very angry. The adult’s voices became excited and agitated. They talked of danger with much attention paid to the creek and to a force called “flood”. .................................................................Every year when the creek was at it’s height in anger and fury, Charlie Morgan Sr for his own reasons would set out in a small rowboat on the boiling waters. He never gave any appearance that he was afraid of anything much less the furious flood waters. His presence had a calming effect upon all and the creek became reasonable a few days after Charlie made his determined presence known to the out of control creek. The rain retreated and the creek receded in due time from Mr. Morgan’s efforts. For all I knew. and still care to be believe is that cows nourish the creek with water and neighbor Charlie and his row boat through out his lifetime controlled the dangerous waters during the cold rain drenched winter...Never had a devastating flood occurred when Mr. Charlie Morgan lived near the creek.......... One morning, it was decided for me that I would go to this big house in town called church where no one lived. A house my father preferred but never went. One sister had gone there but did her little good My mother gave me coin money that had a fierce humped cow on one side and an old strange man called Indian on the other end. Indian looked very proud and not at all concerned about his strange looks. A lost race of an early people that has vanished from America to be found only in remnants managing gambling casinos............................................. This money coin gave me many thoughts about how the cow and Indian lived. The coin too precious with it’s pictures on each side to be traded for anything else but only for looking at... The coin was for looking at only and good thoughts imagined came easily about cow and Indian..................................I was given very strange instructions and was told to give the coin to the Lord when I got inside the church house in town. My sister and I walked to Church and she told me a confusing story about a very busy man with a lot of confusing names who was inside that house. When we got there she deposited me in the basement in the care of a stranger and went upstairs where they begin singing The basement was called a Sunday School and contained a lot of noisy children not known to me where I again heard about a book called the Bible. We had the same looking book at home but no one read from it. I was a very important little fellow at home but in the Lord’s House I came in very last to the other children according to the woman stranger in charge. She passed out toys to make sounds. I was not allowed to make any sounds on the tin horns that I desperately wanted to try. The nickel stayed in my pocket and a miracle occurred when my sister came and took me home .................................... When my mother asked about church, I told her that I never wanted to go back. She inquired about my nickel and I lied and told that I had faithfully given the coin to the church............................................. I slipped outside our home and gave the coin one last long look before I hurled it as hard as I could toward an area I was forbidden to venture near the road. The coin would be safe there. I never went back to that church or reclaimed my marvelous lost nickel near the road. Years later my father joined a cult religion to control his gambling addiction. I was forced to attend religious services until I left home. ............................................................Sacred cows far away made the creek flow where a water skipper can walk on water with the colorful dragon flies that can maneuver in any direction they choose. Charlie Morgan passed away and Glendale suffered the biggest flood ever. A dam was built to control the flood water . The big fish come back every year as numerous as ever And just maybe Old Indian looked so proud on that coin because in his heart and during his time he was about as close to God as a human could get. His spirit is out by the old road leading to Julia (Glendale). If you look hard at the creek when crossing a bridge duting a flood, Charlie Morgan can be still be seen in his row boat in the dead of winter negotiating peace with the forces of water.

[CruxGNZ]

That was a pretty cool short story!

 

We had a fellow on here a while back, I think his name was SPIRIIT or something like that. I'm not sure if you were still around or not Larry, but he told short stories on here for a while... up 'till one day he just went back and erased every single post he had made on Hybrid Z.

[Here comes trouble]

I was not around at the time..find it interesting but quite typical that he erased his work.. I am warming up for a book I want to write about long lost love (a comedy) called "Bella Coola" concerning the commercial underground marijuana seed industrybetween canada and the US and an encounter with the legendary DJ Short. I have done my research.. the hard way (lol) I knew some of the best marijuana growers in America. Lot of them are in federal prison in Sheridan, Oregon. Mat always a pleasure to directly hear from you............my metallic/fiberglass herb of choice http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/larryjohnson97438/album?.dir=8223&.src=ph&store=&prodid=&.done=http%3a//photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos

[CruxGNZ]

Sounds interesting! Mark me down for a signed copy Where did you meet DJ Short?

[Pop N Wood]

I remember SPIIRIT. He deleted his member ship at a time when a bunch of guys were getting snotty about wasted bandwidth.

 

I always wondered if that difficult period in HybridZ history didn't have something to do with his leaving.

[Here comes trouble]

Never met DJ Short but there was a oriental fellow with a Texas accent doing time for growing for the City of Oakland in California that I accused of being DJ Short. He said the late Ken Kesey in 60's San Francisco got him started in that direction.