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Date Posted: 15:39:05 05/16/06 Tue
Author: Mark A.
Author Host/IP: 67.130.119.210
Subject: A New Oldie Character

This one will kill ya. Dusti Words and Lester?

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Dusti Words
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Date Posted: 14:16:53 05/14/06 Sun
In reply to: Jackson 's message, "Happy Mother's Day" on 19:18:38 05/13/06 Sat

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Hey Quincy: Hello Jackson and all. Am I going to be another smoking grandma? I started my college days at this tree-laden campus 44 years ago. I wanted to escape Lester, the mechanic who wanted to marry me, my alcoholic, heavy smoking single mother, and the dusty plains of my home.
I found the man of my dreams right here. Ironically, I saw him again yesterday. Ironically, his granddaughter and my granddaughter received their bachelor's degrees. I've had this apartment rented for almost 3 years, since I started working on my doctorate in education. My granddaughter got it during the school year.
I will get my doctorate in August. I will vacate the apartment I've been paying for the plce since I first occupied it. I will vacate it in favor of 2 other granddaughters who are finishing up this summer at community colleges. This vacating granddaughter got me restarted on cigarettes the first summer I was here. All four of my children were here for the graduation and treated me to a Mother's Day dinner.
Now comes the question of when, of if, I will smoke this summer or ever again. I held off so far.
Old dreamboat gave me my first cigarette early in my freshman year. Within a couple of months, I was smoking more than old Dreamboat knew.
Dreamboat, who called me dusty in honor of my first 18 years, had other ideas for me. Finally, I said that was not me and refused to see him. His Red 57 Chevy that picked me up for a ride instead of a trip to the Wesley Foundation, lured a lot of girls.
He picked out a cute one but not a flashy one. To this day she smokes and I bet she didn't have many before he got his hands on her.
When I came back after the Christmas Holidays in '62, I bought a pack of Alpine, the brand I had been most familiar with. Soon, I was smoking more than Dreamboat's woman. I left the Tree-Laden campus at the end of the spring semester, expecting to return.
I got home without my cigarettes. Every night around dark, Lester faithfully crawled out from under the car. Lester asked me not to leave again. I knew I made one mistake and decided not to make another. At times, I thought not making a mistake was a mistake.
Lester died a hero. He was electrocuted trying to rescue people during a tornado a couple of blocks away. My sons have taken over his automotive repair shop. His loss left me, an instructor at a community college, with the thought that I might go back to the only college I ever loved. The first child is the mother of the graduate. While the grand daughter smokes, my daughter does not. None of my kids or other grandkids smoke.
There's a rotten apple in every barrell. Actually, there are two. This one is thinking she is not meant to be a smoker.

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Replies:

More Dusti -- Mark A., 15:43:04 05/16/06 Tue
- Continuing on the Dusti Trail -- Mark A., 15:48:30 05/16/06 Tue