Welcome to Stories & Reflections

These are a collection of my stories & poems. I started at a young age writing in the early 50's. They weren't up to any great standard, but I enjoyed writing and they have improved with age.

My first poem went:

Oh my darling, oh my dear,
I love you like a bottle of beer.
Even though you are a flop,
I'd go as far as drink Soda Pop.
Pretty profound, don't ya think? At least I knew Rhyme and meter. Or as my Aussie friend would say, Pitch & Time.

From time to time I will include poetry or a story that I really enjoy. Submit a poem or story to tink43@tcsn.net and if apropriate it will be include.

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Chuck Martin



Tuesday, October 14, 2008

One Super Duper Pooper Scooper

“One Super Duper Pooper Scooper”
Chuck Martin
I turned 16 in 1958, and bought a light-green 1953 Pontiac, straight eight, with a dark green sun shade over the windshield, curb feelers, and spinner hubcaps. On weekend nights you would find me driving, with a friend sitting “shotgun”, driving up Main, and down Grand Avenue in Pueblo, Colorado. The two streets would be lined with teenagers dragging the “gut“, along with a scatterings of annoyed grown ups. We would turn the volume up on our radios, country music, or rock blaring, dueling our music with the mass of cars on Main. Oh, we thought we were so cool!
The radio station that played country, and the other rock stations went off the air at 10 at night. Sometimes we could receive a station full of static from Colorado Springs, but most nights it was a station in Oklahoma City, K.O.M.A. The station played one song every fifteen minutes. In my mind I can still hear the announcer, 50 years later:
“Koma, koma, koma, koma, ka koma, koma, yea, yea yeah. This is KOMA Radio coming to you from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma…
“Ohhh, Donna, Ohhh Donna, Oh, Donna. I had a girl… Donna was her name , do-do-do dum). When she left meee my life was not the same…Ohhhh, I loveeeeee thaaaat girllll, Donna, where can you be, where can you be…”
“There ya are boys an’ girls Richy Valley singing Oh Donna. Friends does your liver quiver?… does your bladder clatter? Do you feel let down when you put your foot in an elevater that isn’t there? Do you feel run down when you put your foot in front of a moving car? Do you get mad when you step into doggy poo? Well, for one dollar, that’s just one dollar, we will send you… free… one Super Duper Pooper Scooper. You heard me right, free, for one dollar. Send your money to Box 7, Delreo, Texas, That’s Box 7 Delreo, Texas.
“Boys, what do you do when your baby leaves ya. You walk home, go to your room, lie on your bed, turn down the light, put a record on the turntable and you hear,…”
“Only youooooo can make this world seem bright. A-only yuoooooo…”