Tucker slowed the Corvette as he reached
the outskirts of Pueblo on I25. Not a
bad looking little town from the Interstate. The steel mill was not in full production like
it had been the first time he came to Pueblo.
Looked like it was about out of business altogether. Ah, there was a Village Inn. That would be a good place to grab a cup of
coffee and relieve his poor bladder.
That had been a real problem since he had undergone the “procedure” last
year. Doc had been sure it was cancer
and the best thing was the “roto rooter procedure.” So Tucker had turned himself over and asked
no questions. That was what doctors were
for, wasn’t it?
The tests had all come back positive so now
there were the chemo shots he had to take every 2 months. So far his PSA was staying low, so that was
good, but he had about as much control over his bladder as the man in the
moon. And usually it came on suddenly,
like now. He stepped quickly through the
door, located the restroom sign and headed that way completely by passing the
lady wanting to seat him. There were
priorities here and this was top priority!
Soon he emerged and allowed himself to be
seated by the buxom little blonde. He
did like blondes and he sure did like short women, but this one was way too
young for him to even look at with anything except paternal interest. The menu was more interesting. He ordered coffee and studied the menu. Not sure just what he wanted he ordered a
piece of cherry pie alamode. He did like his sweets. He added 2 creams and 2 sugars to his coffee
and stirred aimlessly.
He had a good view of the north end of
town. Several motels, 5 gas stations, 3
eateries, K-Mart and off in the distance a Sam’s, Walmart, Home Depot, Cinemax,
tire shop, KFC and Captain D’s. Lot of
traffic, but not like Denver. And this
traffic seemed to flow well without a lot of horn honking and finger
waving. And it was about when the rush
hour should be happening.
He fished in his pocket for the real estate
lady’s card and looked for a pay phone.
He did not carry a cell phone; didn’t like them; didn’t trust them. He found the object he sought by the front
door. Quickly he dialed the number and
made an appointment to meet her at her office in one hour. Tucker began to feel warm inside. This was right. This was good. He would not be ready to leave Denver for one
year, but he was going to start the process now, and not be rushed. He did not like to hurry in anything he did
and he would be in this place the rest of his life so he wanted to be sure it
was perfect. He would rent a motel next
time he came and see what the night life was like in this little town.
He finished his pie, drained his second cup
of coffee and decided he better make one more pit stop before heading to the
real estate. He thought about whistling
a tune as he walked to the corvette, but then remembered he had never learned
the fine art of whistling. He had not
learned the fine art of a lot of things, but there was still time for
that. Yes, he was going to learn to
whistle and a whole lot of other stuff when he became a resident of Pueblo,
Colorado!
Do not be confused by the title. Chapter One simply means this is my first book. There may never be another, or there may be many more. I am very proud of this endeavor and guarantee you will enjoy the book in it's entirety. Lou Mercer
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