Amos Hart--Yuletide

  
   "Amos Hart--Yuletide"
   
   Putting new oil in the Olds, Bucko licking his epidermis, a patch of skin displayed through the poverty of his pants, and while women don't fancy Khaki much, what did Amos care, for he didn't fancy women much, since washing hands went out the window, and wasn't the Virgin Mother from the Levitical Line?  Some say yes.
   Not an extorting Aaronite, yet how Jesus perfected it, offering anything on the table, and no man speaks clearly for Him, unless of course that man believes every word of Jesus, and that He shot up, possibly at Mach 3, possibly not, He wasn't a showman, but a mere carpenter, though slave to no thoughts that did not gel with His Father's, God.
   Amos Hart had to crank the filter off by inserting a screwdriver and doing some twisting, for Bucko's kisses had made him crush it earlier--oh well, the glory of grease and stain, that's why they invented LAVA soap, and though part cooter and full journalist, Amos rather enjoyed the pharmacy; moreover, was pleased that Walgreens had put Gingerbread cookies out this year.  Thought he saw a real elf there earlier, but you can't just go around and say that kinda stuff, even though the government can't control such aeronautical happenings nowadays--or could they ever?  

Elvis Presley "I'll Be Home For Christmas"

The Abyss 1989 Ed Harris CPR to Mastrantonio

Larry's Fancy Lighter

   
   "Larry's Fancy Lighter"
  
   Holland took it, in a special way.  He preserved and honored the Lighter, buying special flints for it and polishing it up in immaculate fashion; plus, he added high-grade lighter fluid.  Forged the uncanny tale that Old Larry got it in the Korean War when he was in the private company of Asian Nation Ladies, back during his daring days in the high-flying Air Force--Holland appreciated the hell out of that particular Lighter--it was myth, and rooted in some aspects of truth.  
   First time they did mimic my step-dad in front of me--Bob put a smaller lighter in my face, cranked on the flickering flame; next, did the Southern Man mimic, exclaiming casually:  "In your eye, boy!"
   We always impersonated everybody's father.  And for the bad ass Green Beret, we'd say:  "Brent, go scoop your dog's poo."
   And as Patricia, Larry, and me came back to the Little Rock anchor from our long journey to the  salty shores of Richmond, Larry asked Holland after Christmas:  "So boy, was Santa Claus good to you this year?"

White Christmas-Elvis Presley

Amos Hart--Samson Effect

  
   "Amos Hart--Samson Effect"
  
   Amos Hart did a 40 punch in the Cutlass, the 350 igniting to life through hammered acceleration, and Bucko's tongue not flapping, but safely inside as the granny's old cruiser cranked it up to ninety in no time, and there was no lawman to see the Oldsmobile thunder.
   Thought of Samson.  They need a Samson prayer card.  Have Freedom of Religion in America, like in Rome at one time, and plenty.  The Neptune Festival or whatever it was that Amos' Uncle used to tell him about--how cool is that, and weird, for does your town have a Neptune Festival, and some do!?!
   All the gods were present for Amos; plus, all realities.  There was no other choice.  A journalist has to make cracker jack decisions, meet a deadline, drink sour mash out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald flask and be a degenerate spy, at first; next, the levels of sublimity kick in, and you no longer wear a trench-coat, waiting on the cape, or maybe even a mustang to ride on.  The point doesn't matter if you don't know who shot the arrow.  Amos ate a gingerbread cookie as he drove, and kinda fast.  It was great for a man to multi-task.  Unless of course he was watching STAR WARS, or ingesting the purely instrumental frequencies of Bach.  
   

Amos Hart--Ginger's Stocking

   
   "Amos Hart--Ginger's Stocking"
   
   Above the pool hall he lived over, Amos Hart wasn't fancying a gregarious game of Billiards with the boys, smoke, and strong spirits; on the flip side, he was casually petting Bucko's pelt, drinking a cold beer, a Pilsner, and puffing away on a cigar, the cherry dancing in the neon-lit illumination of a groovy studio-apartment type of thingamajig.  Ginger entered, howling silently with her chatty eyes.
  
GINGER
Merry Christmas!  I had to break the silence.  Getting spoiled and lit with the ale, huh?

AMOS
You know me--"alcoholic" isn't necessarily a bad word, especially if only your phony friends label you that, when they mix Crown with Coke and cheat on their wives, telling their kids Jesus is a royal racket.  Wonder if Samson is pissed?  Wasn't he a Nazarene as well?

GINGER
Many similarities between Jesus and Samson, yet Jesus stayed away from nasty women, carnally--that's why many followed Him.  If He wouldn't give it up, they desired to know His control, which of course, He had over everything.  And by the way, Old Saint Nick put a candy cane in my Snoopy stocking.  Doesn't he know Nuns don't eat sugar?  (Pulled out a Lucky and struck it to life with sulfur's flare.)
   
AMOS
Hey, it's toasted.

GINGER
So will be the world one day, maybe soon, unless the true racket ceases.  They rig, but not like Spider-Man jury-rigging his web shooters.

AMOS
Always liked Web-Head.