Flight Risk, my 1950s set sweet romance came out yesterday and is available at Sweet Cravings Publishing.
Vivian Bowker swore off men when her last love, an amateur pilot, was killed on his first solo flight. She lives near Edwards Air Force base in California but avoids all contact with the flyboys stationed there. Working as a campaign aide in Dwight Eisenhower’s reelection campaign forces her into close proximity with one of the very type men she likes to avoid. A hot shot pilot with no fear.
Frederick Logan, known as Rick to his pals, is determined to go to into space. His life goal is to leave the Earth’s atmosphere. He joined the Air Force for that chance. When he meets Vivian, he’s attracted to her and hopes they can form a relationship. She pushes him away but soon, their fragile friendship forces them to confront certain issues. She must face her fears and he must face that he could lose his dream.
This week, here in lovely Pensacola, the Wienermobile from Oscar Mayer was parked on a downtown street. This led me to wonder when the first such automobile took to the roads of America. I was surprised to see that it was actually in 1936. Yep! 1936- I mean, really, that long ago?
It was created by Oscar’s nephew, Carl Mayer to use for advertising purposes. The drivers have their own name- Hotdoggers- which cracks me up because when I think of hotdoggers, I think of dare devil kind of drivers- show offs, if you will. I don’t think you could pop a wheelie with one of this puppies, could you?
The drivers hand out Wienerwhistles shaped like the weinermobile. I had one of these whistles as a kid. I don’t eat hot dogs but I love the look and idea of this vehicle. A very clever AND long-lasting marketing ploy.
This week, we have a photo prompt. Don’t you love this photo?
I’m still working on the nameless rock and roll story. I haven’t been able to find a name I want/like and it’s starting to annoy me. LOL. Since we had the Super Moon this past weekend, this prompt is timely for sure.
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Kat regretted her words to the singer almost as soon as she’d said them. She didn’t realize how rude she must have sounded until all the men at the table gaped at her in shock. Not being used to any of them thinking bad of her, she wanted nothing more than to back-peddle and not have said the words.
In an effort to reestablish the good mood of earlier, she stared up at the sky and pointed. “Look. Since the storm is over, the moon is out. Isn’t it gorgeous?”
“It’s full. No wonder people haven’t been acting normal.” Philip laughed. “Come on. I’m hungry. We don’t want to be late.”
Kat wasn’t sure if Philip’s words related to her and her rudeness earlier but she thought they might. Determined not to make a big deal about it, she grinned. “Maybe so. I guess you two know where this Charlie is?”
“We do. Come on.” Johnny led the way to his car. As they opened their doors, he said, “The moon is pretty, isn’t it? It lights up the whole area.”
“It’s always prettier to me after a storm.” Kat slid into the passenger side of the front seat.
“You two quit mooning over the moon and let’s go eat.” Philip got in the back seat behind Kat.
Johnny drove out of the parking lot and down the street.
Before she knew it, they were pulling into a parking lot in a strip mall. “What’s this?”
“Come on. You’ll see.” Philip led the way to the end of the building. There were no lights on in the front of the place and the closed sign was facing outward but he walked over and knocked on the door any way.
Kat looked up at the sign above the door. She read it out loud with a snicker. “Wok and Roll. Now that’s funny.”
On this day in 1804, Alexander Hamilton died at the hands of Aaron Burr in a duel in New Jersey- interestingly on the same field where Hamilton’s son died two years prior in a duel himself defending his father’s honor.
The two men were enemies of long-standing as Hamilton thought Burr was a dangerous person and campaigned actively against him when Burr ran for office. Burr vowed to challenge Hamilton to a duel for his actions in the campaign.
Back in that time, the president and vice-president didn’t run on the same ticket. The winner of the most electoral votes was named president and the one in second with number of votes became vice-president. Burr was the vice president when the duel took place.
Dueling was a common practice in those days as a way to defend honor. Usually, the dueling parties came to some resolution short of a duel to the death but in this case, it was not to be. There are conflicting stories to the details of the duel (one is that Hamilton shot into the air and the other is he shot at Burr but missed) but however it really went down, Hamilton was shot in the stomach by Burr and died the next day due to his wounds.
Burr was charged with murder in both in New Jersey where the duel took place and in New York where Hamilton died but he returned to Washington D.C. where he served out his term as vice-president, immune from prosecution.
Eventually Burr was charged with treason for other acts (acquitted on a technicality) he took but was never prosecuted for murder. He did become persona non grata and moved to Europe for a time. He lived until 1836- some 32 years after killing Hamilton.
This week’s word is summer. I was afraid I wouldn’t get any writing done to participate this week but my arm finally got well enough for me to type a bit more than I’ve been able to since the accident. I’m still working on the nameless contemporary. If you can think of a name, let me know. I need help!
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“Then hear this, David, Kat is not interested in you. She told me she’s to the point of never hanging with us again due to your inability to take a hint and leave her alone.” Philip stepped closer to David. “Hear this. We will not be very forgiving if we lose her friendship over your idiocy. We’ve all gone through what you’re feeling. Each one of us has wanted her but she’s not biting. Let it go.”
“I can’t. I think I’m the right man for her. I can break down those walls she’s built. I know I can.” David was almost pouting.
Paul thought it was pathetic to see and said, “Sounds to me like the guys have your best interests at heart, mate. You might want to listen to them. Wouldn’t be better to have the girl around as a friend than to be cut off from her?”
“I don’t think so. Maybe it would hurt less if I never saw her.” David turned and walked away, down the stairs and out of the bar.
Paul stepped over to the piano. “Time to channel some Billy Joel or Elton John, don’t you think?”
Sounds good,” Amos said and the men vacated the stage as Paul played a little riff to get the audience’s attention.
After another half hour of playing and trying to keep his mind on the act of entertaining the audience and not on the woman with the vivid blue eyes, Paul stood and announced to the audience that they set was over and he would be stepping down. He invited the crowd to stay to listen to the next act.
As he stepped off the stage, a group of young men took his spot and tuned their instruments while a couple of Amos’ employees moved Paul’s guitars out of the way. Paul worked his way through a crowd of women at the foot of the steps, shaking hands as he went. Eventually, he made it to the table where Johnny sat with Kat and Philip minus Amos as he was at the bar working and minus David.
Paul pulled out a chair, flipped it backwards and straddled it. “I guess David didn’t get over being cheesed off. I see he’s gone missing from the group.”
“He was sure in a snit when he left but that’s okay. Who needs a party-pooper anyway?” Philip said.
“He’s been a problem since the summer. I wish he would go back to how he used to be. I can hardly stand to be around him.” Kat pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Hopefully, he’ll come around soon.” Johnny patted Kat’s hand.
“I sure hope so.”
Happy Fourth of July! This day became a federal national holiday in 1938- what the heck took us so long? I mean, really? 162 years?? Anyway, I’m glad someone finally saw some sense and gave us this holiday.
One US president was born on the 4th of July- Calvin Coolidge. He was born 7/4/1872.
Three US presidents died on July 4th- John Adams and Thomas Jefferson died the same day and year- 50 years after that first 4th of July- 1826. James Monroe died in 1831. So, three of the first five presidents died on July 4.
As readers of this blog know, I love it when things like this happen- what better thing for a president than to either be born or die on the date that means so much to this country? AND don’t tell my high school history teacher about this post as she was way more into the 2nd of July being more important as that was the day the Continental Congress actually voted to declare independence. Shh.