1983 Chevy Monte Carlo SS

   
   "1983 Chevy Monte Carlo SS"
   
   Not having the muscle car magazines of my adolescence, I'm putting these specs and performance levels together based on different resources; thus, there are facts here; however, approximations as well.  I was a bit disenchanted with this muscle car's performance; still, I would love to possess one, just for the sleek and symmetrical style of the vehicle.  Here we go:  
  
RWD--an automatic, with a 3-speed gearbox. 

5 liter, having overhead valves, and an 8-cylinder; moreover, 2 valves per cylinder.

Horsepower:  180.

Torque:  225 or 230 ft-lb.

0-60:  8 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Gallop:  16 Seconds.

Top Speed:  Theoretically, around 120 Miles-Per-Hour.   

Full Beaver Moon--November 14

   
   "Full Beaver Moon--November 14"
   
   This month's Full Moon will be a Perigee Moon (Super-Moon); specifically, totally close to Mother Earth, kinda/sorta beaming with the brightest luminosity concerning the Sun's radiant shine since 1948.
   Also known as the Beaver Moon to early colonists and certain Native Tribes, for it was time to tame the Beaver, getting as much fur for warmth as imaginable, before the glacial times approached; thus, some Native Americans referred to it as the Full Frost Moon.
   It's always sublime to appreciate the Heavens and make the Lord your refuge; otherwise, controlled and dominated by the sour axioms of the fallen.
   Binoculars, if you don't have a telescope, will allow for a luminous look at the Moon's surface, but even to the naked eye, this Full Moon, weather permitting, will be glorious to behold, outshining so many Super-Moons of the past.    

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1968 Camaro Z28

   
   "1968 Camaro Z28"
  
   Camaro in French is slang for friend; moreover, in pony-car talk, it kinda/sorta means:  Mustang Slayer.  Almost identical to the 1967 version, the 1968 Camaro has new rear-side marker lights; plus, a superior suspension.  Here are some approximate and totally accurate levels of specs and performance levels--here we go:
  
RWD--4-speed gearbox.

301.6 Cubic Inches.

Holley 4-barrel carburetor.  

Horses:  290.

Torque:  290 lb-ft.

0-60:  6.9 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Sprint:  15 Seconds.

Top Speed:  130 Miles-Per-Hour.

Crystalline Cool (17)

  
   "Crystalline Cool (17)"
   
   Duncan woke to the news, which was:  TRUMP!!!
   At that point, he knew anything is possible, and people do have a chance, from a certain point of view; still, he adored his duty as a poor kid, kneeling down, thanking God for the day--that is why we call it the present, for it is a gift.  And he recalled how much he adored the Virgin Mother, Her having said in Luke's Gospel:  "My soul doth magnify the Lord.  I shall be remembered for every and all generations."  Indeed, there has been more sightings of Her than Elvis himself.  On every corner in America there is a Virgin Mother statue, or image, which She predicted more than 2,000 years ago.  
   Furthermore, the reason he loved Her--because so many put Her down, not knowing Catholics don't worship Her, but honor Her, as She held the Living Torah in Her Blessed Belly, being the Ark of the Covenant, a Singular Vessel of Devotion, associated with the number 13--just ask Reagan's friend, Pope John Paul the Second, that Saint knowing all too well, and totally still alive in Christ.
   So, after his morning prayers, Duncan wended his way to the modest kitchen, finding Dad brewing some green tea; next, mixing it with the Stevia leaf and some cinnamon.  The old Apache Native said, in a probing manner to his bruised son:  "I'm not that up on the Book of Daniel, but doesn't it say that a leader will come from the North, and the South will be driven out; then, the East will get involved?"
   Duncan took some of the highly anti-oxidant tea, responding:  "Possibly."
   Dad then lit his cigar, blowing his prayers to the Celestial Heavens, and instructed his son:  "If you really want to be chaste, maybe you shouldn't corporeally gel with Aimee.  But no matter how great your sin--God's mercy is stronger."
   Duncan replied:  "All I know Dad, is that I love the Trinity and the Virgin; plus, the sublime Angels and Saints.  I'll cross the bridge concerning whether to make love or not when I approach it.  But for now, I'll keep digging ditches and praying for the souls in Purgatory."
   The old man with:  "It's a new day my loyal son.  Your sins are forgiven, for you are a weirdo of the most magnanimous kind, and like I told you before, I'm pleased with you, and if you continue being a ditch digger--be the best ditch digger you can be."
   Duncan smiled; next, Roadkill entered the kitchen, gave a wag of the tail, smiled some slobber, and urinated on the floor.  His Dad laughed, saying:  "Saint Francis still hasn't tamed this crazy, wily quasi-wolf.  You clean up the piss."
  Duncan kept smiling, saying:  "As Pynchon mentioned--every dog has his day, and a good dog just might have two."  Then, he knelt down and gave the loyal hound a kiss on the canine's furry head, telepathically telling the noble beast, pineal gland to pineal gland, that he adored those loving creatures that divinely walked on all fours, for there is nothing more faithful than a loving dog.   

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Crystalline Cool (16)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (16)"
   
   The angelic countenance of Aimee escorted Duncan, sweetly, and with the super suavity of Squirrel Girl beauty, which had control over the lesser mammals, out onto his backyard turf, where the bucolic beauty of Mother Nature did reside.  
   She gently asked him what you called drops of sweat on Dolly Parton's buxom abundance, to which he admitted that he didn't know.  She answered:  "Mountain Dew!  And no, I don't drink it like the garden-variety redneck; moreover, I don't want to get Mountain Dew mouth, which is more insidious concerning causing damage to the oral cavity than that of street meth."
   Duncan axiomatically surmised that she was much like his father, sharing his Native man's stoic humor, as the Native American had lost so much, yet shook it off with lovely levity, like a prancing gazelle does shake away the negative energy after surviving a cheetah's hungry pounce.
   Yet with her blonde mane of sunshine yellow, and eyes sparkling like green gemstones, she, from his empirical observations, appeared Northern European; next, he asked her if she had ever climbed the scholastic ladder of academia, and how far up.  She responded a bit ambiguously:  "General education is like every other garbage can, full of the same toxic nonsense.  People should be pushed into the path of their skills and talents.  So, I go to our local library, reading all of the books on metaphysics, nutrition, and of course, baseball history.  I guess that's why working at a burger joint brings me glee, for I get to put sage, oregano, turmeric, garlic, and other healthy stuff into our poor community's impoverished cows to help the herd of our people folk.  Too, I listen to the ball games on my headphones."
   Duncan grinned at her silly spirit, saying:  "You're plenty like my Dad."
   Aimee offered:  "That's not a bad thing.  Loving the Earth and laughing at yourself is health food for the soul."
  Duncan's face lit up, him really liking her victorious vibe.