Meet Abe Region

The Eight Sentences:

“One of the assistant managers had hired me. I guess it must have been about the second day on the job, I was in the men’s room with a mop and other clean up products. I’d finished the urinals, toilets, and sinks and I was about to mop the floor. Someone came in behind me and it was someone I didn’t know. His name tag told me he was the store manager. The first words out of his mouth was, ‘You’re going to be in management one day.’

“I said, ‘How do you know?’

'Nobody wants to clean the restrooms except a member of management -- I sure cleaned my share of them!’ and we laughed together.'"

Behind the scenes:

     Each Friday, my publisher, Venture Galleries, posts one of my blogs. 

     Twice a month, they feature one of my blogs as a part of their "Author's Collection."  Sunday, Jan. 19, I begin a series of blogs about the members of The Presidents Club.

     This week, we begin with the first member mentioned in either of my books, Abe Region.  He made his debut in The Tourist Killer and it was a comment by him, that sparked the idea for The Presidents Club.

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Dillon on Dylan

The Eight Sentences

Then back into the phone, Hixon asked, “So how’s Sweet Melinda?”

Dillon shouted, “The peasants call her the goddess of gloom.”

“Give her my love and tell her that the last time we were together, she left me howling at the moon.”

Thibaut could hear a deep raspy cough come from the phone. It sounded like the last gasp of a dying soul with chronic lung disease.

Hixon was about to end the conversation; he could see Betty Lou coming toward them with her arms loaded with plates and saucers balancing their breakfast better than the guy on Ed Sullivan spinning plates, “So you think you can fix us up?”

“Yes, I think it can be easily done. Out on Highway sixty-one,” and Dillon disconnected.

The Set Up

     Another scene from The Tourist Killer. 

     Publisher has a big push scheduled for TTK starting next Monday, Sept. 16. A direct mail campaign to subscribers who prefer this genre.

     This is the end of a telephone conversation between John Hixon and his old hippie friend, Robert Dillon. After spending a week in the desert with Carlos Casteneda back in the sixties, Dillion began speaking using only lyrics from Bob Dylan songs. 

     Hixon humored him and often joined the banter with Dylan lyrics, also.

     Lyrics featured in this snippett come from "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" and "Highway Sixty-one."

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Reciprocity

“Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.” -- Matthew 7:7-12 KJV [from The Sermon on the Mount]

Culturally literate humans, regardless of their race, religion, sex, or political persuasion, will be familiar with that classic axiom often referred to as “the golden rule.”

Another well known phrase is “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.”

Many interpret the former as a proactive approach to human relations while the latter is clearly a response to the actions of others.

A blogger friend of mine complained recently about a conspicuous absence of comments on their posts.  I said, “You saw the movie, Chicago, didn’t you?  Remember that great song by Queen Latifah? You want more comments, make more yourself -- and comment on the work of fellow bloggers first.”

So what’s the one conclusion I can bring this blog piece to?
When you’re good to others,
They’ll be good to you!