THE CRAB DIARIES: THE ROADMASTER

If you have been following along, you may remember one of my previous posts that speak about one of the worse vehicle’s I’ve been in: Dodge Aries.  I was never fond of that vehicle and THANK GOD that I never was given this vehicle as my daily driver.  I might’ve done something to it that probably would’ve gotten some not so good responses from certain people.  However, this is not a continuation of that post, but if you want to read about it just look for the title – K Car of Stress.

I remember my father had a 1992 Buick Roadmaster Station Wagon, which to me at the time, was probably one of the best vehicle’s we owned.  I can’t remember how long we had the station wagon, but needless to say I was not happy when my father no longer owned it.  In my opinion I think my father is hard on vehicle’s, but known how most American vehicles were built in that era a lot of them didn’t last long anyway.  So I can’t say that my father was the sole purpose for us not having the station wagon anymore, but it’s possible that his driving habits could’ve helped it along.

It wasn’t very long before the station wagon was used more for hauling job equipment and bowling gear nearly every day of the week.  Of course, the tan interior took a beating and began to quickly wear and tear.  However, what would you expect for the interior to be since my father bought it used and not brand new.  As a matter of fact, I don’t ever remember my father buying brand new vehicles, but that is for another day if I ever decide to go that route.  The interior had a specific smell that only my father could create, but it wasn’t an unpleasant smell, but definitely smelled like his job.

It’s amazing how when you are growing up of how you can differentiate smells between your parents.  My mother wasn’t very much of a make-up and perfume person, but at times she wore perfume that was so strong that it got in my mouth and tainted the taste of my Sugar Bear cereal.  So I suppose you can say they each had a smell that would signify him being a man and her being the woman.  That was definitely the way I would describe how inside of the Roadmaster smelled, but like I said it wasn’t unpleasant.  The only unpleasant thing about riding in the station wagon was being with him.  I could never feel extremely comfortable while being in the car as if I was always on edge that he would criticize me for something or keep bugging me about if I cleaned up behind the dogs or not.

The only way I can best describe the feeling being inside that car was that his spirit was not at rest.  If you have been around someone who has an uneasy spirit and you know that anything could come out of their mouth, you will remember that unsettled, uneasy feeling, nervousness that surrounds you.  I felt like I could never actually be myself, but always reserved and tried not to concentrate on that feeling too much.  As a young child or teenager feeling like this shouldn’t be, but it was there for a reason.  However, despite that I still enjoyed riding in the car, but it was way too big for my mother. LOL!  I think she only drove it a few times when she absolutely needed too!  It was a good vehicle to have for long road trips, but it was awesome to sleep in if you were in the back!  Too bad we didn’t have this vehicle for very long or maybe we did, but don’t remember for how many years.  Whatever the case maybe I believe this was the best station wagon he ever owned, and I’ve ever been in.  Definitely, near the top of my list!

Henry Scott

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“DIGITAL REALM” – CHAPTER II

05:30 EST – Washington, D.C.

White House Chief of Staff, Byron Withers, and National Security Advisor, Eleanor Holmes, make their quick walk together towards the Oval Office where they await the president’s arrival.  With only a few minutes to waste, they try to strategize on how they will inform the president of what is going on.

BYRON WITHERS: So how do you want to play this?

ELEANOR HOLMES: Play?  Unfortunately, we’re not playing anything right now except to inform the president of what is occurring over the South Pacific.

BYRON WITHERS: What you going to say to her when she comes in?

ELEANOR HOLMES: Okay, Byron.  What or how do you oppose we present this to madam president?  Please, educate me on how you plan on twisting the information of what is really going on?

BYRON WITHERS: I said nothing of twisting or even lying to her.  Just simply want to know your opening statements on the briefing (as he moves inches closer to her where he can just smell the scent of her body wash).

ELEANOR HOLMES: (Allows him to invade her space for only a brief second before shoving her leather portfolio into his crotch with firm pressure) not today and not ever Byron.

BYRON WITHERS: (Slowly backs up as he giggles and looks down at her aggressive gesture) you know you ain’t right Eleanor.  What’s the change of heart?

ELEANOR HOLMES: As I mentioned before and I’ll mention it again.  I’m married and that was a mistake that I do not intend to repeat.  Just let it go and let it remain in the past where it belongs.

Just as Eleanor finishes her lecture to Byron, Madam President, Nicole Black, enters the Oval Office with Eleanor and Byron being the first two staff members in her office.  She gives them a good morning as she walks passes them and immediately to her desk.  President Black takes a seat in her expensive leather chair and waits for the remainder of the participants of the national security briefing.  Eleanor and Byron take their seats as others begin to come into the office for the meeting.  Everyone was in place and the meeting began with Eleanor handing madam president a summary report of what is taking place around the world, including the South Pacific.

Like all other previous meetings, everyone speaks their professional opinion and attempt to come up with solutions as they make their way down the list, except for the last one.  When Nicole reaches the last topic of the meeting, she wrinkles her face and pauses for a minute.  A nervous silence comes over the meeting aura with everyone glancing at each other wondering what is going to be her first words.  Then silence breaks when madam president seemed to have gathered her thoughts and temperament.

MADAM PRESIDENT: Eleanor?  Are you trying to explain to me that a storm over the South Pacific could threaten our national security?

ELEANOR HOLMES: Yes, madam president.  You need to know that the International Weather Service has been monitoring this storm cell since about forty-five minutes ago.  They’re unable to determine how the storm was formed or where how big it will be, but you must know that the island of Kiribati can’t be seen on the map.

MADAM PRESIDENT: Okay, well maybe this storm is just that thick that satellites can’t see through to the earth’s surface.  That still doesn’t really explain to me how this storm is pertinent to us on the mainland, unless Hawaii is in some major danger?

BYRON WITHERS: The storm is growing and will be over parts of Australia and Antarctica.  From what we can gather at this time is that this storm is mostly electrical and all communication to that area has been severed, which means tracking the storm from the ocean will be much more difficult.

MADAM PRESIDENT: Well, keep me informed on the data and alert our forces in the region to be aware and prepare for hurricane style winds.

ELEANOR HOLMES: Yes, madam president.  I’ll get right on it and relay the message.  Anything else?

MADAM PRESIDENT: That should be all.  (Motions with her hands that everyone can leave except for Eleanor) Eleanor I need you to stay for another minute.  (Waits for the office door to close with just them behind.  She stands out of her chair and walks over to Eleanor).  How are you doing?

ELEANOR HOLMES: What do you mean?

MADAM PRESIDENT: You know exactly what I mean.  When I walked in I could sense the awkwardness or personal connection between you and Byron. (Eleanor just stares at her boss).  Your husband doesn’t know about you and Byron does he?

ELEANOR HOLMES: With all do respect madam president I’d like to keep it that way, and whatever happened between Byron and I in the past.

MADAM PRESIDENT: You don’t want to talk about it; I understand, but I need to make sure you two can work together without any hesitation.  This storm cell looming over the South Pacific can very well be a problem that we haven’t seen in our lifetime.  Tensions are rising in the Middle East where another conflict could be on the rise.  I need to make sure I can count on you and Byron to work through anything and put your personal feelings aside.

ELEANOR HOLMES: Yes, madam president.  You can count on me and know that I will be there when you need me and never let you down.

Nicole gives Eleanor a smile and makes a gesture that she can go and continue with her daily duties.  Eleanor walks out of the office and glances down the hallway and sees Byron standing there with his hands in his pockets.  Both of their eyes lock for a few seconds before Eleanor walks away and disappears around the corner.  Byron stands there in silence for another few seconds before turning around and heading to his office.  Just before he enters the privacy behind his dark cherry door, he stops and watches one of the televisions located just outside his office.  The scroll going across the bottom of the IWS channel alerts the citizens of Australia and Fiji to prepare for the incoming storm that will make landfall at 06:00.  Byron shakes his head, sucks his teeth and rubs his chin before going into his office and closes the door.  Byron just missed witnessing the reporter being blown overboard on one of the Australian naval ships and the news feed being disconnected.  Screen turns to snow and then to the color bars.

Henry Scott