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                     A Hacker in Africa   On the savannah in Africa, there sat quietly one day A brave e-book novelist a typing away. He sat by a brook ‘neath a low Bilbao tree And the dew on the grass cooled him off, don’t you see.   And the writer glanced once when a man with a book Came and sat down nearby him ‘neath the tree by the brook. The writer typed and he typed and he swatted at flies…

Bee in the Car

                                                            Bee in the Car                                                           By Curt Locklear First of all, I’m allergic to bees. That’s very important to this story. I carry an epinephrine pen with me wherever I go, because a bee sting could cause me to kick the bucket. Lucky me. Secondly, my neighbor called me a wimp because I couldn’t lift a tree limb that had fallen in my yard.  Not anything I’m proud of, but I would probably be featured on the “Lives…

Surprising Use for Money

Surprising Use for Money By Curt Locklear   The old woman shopped in the store only because shopping was a habit. She did not need clothes. She had plenty. Often, she bought clothes and never wore them. They hung in her closet with the tags. In her late seventies, she had relatively smooth features and dyed brown hair, she wore a flowered house dress. The store was the last one still open in a dead strip center. That part of…