Comments on: Weekly Wrap: Close Calls. http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/ where writers come to play Fri, 25 Jul 2008 14:09:18 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 By: Michael D. Williams http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-55629 Michael D. Williams Sun, 02 Sep 2007 01:18:47 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-55629 I've already started. The coversations alone are enough to move a story and when you add the setting and strugle, it should be a good one. I’ve already started. The coversations alone are enough to move a story and when you add the setting and strugle, it should be a good one.

]]> By: Susan Henderson http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-55620 Susan Henderson Sat, 01 Sep 2007 23:02:47 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-55620 Michael, you need to use this in a story. It's full of all the senses. Michael, you need to use this in a story. It’s full of all the senses.

]]> By: Michael D. Williams http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-55533 Michael D. Williams Fri, 31 Aug 2007 23:57:48 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-55533 I had to hitchhike again on Thursday. My friend and I canoed and fished a creek in south central Oklahoma. We had floated and drug the canoe for about ten miles when we came to a thirty foot waterfall and no real way to portage around it. Our only option was to walk so we walked about a mile to a highway and thumbed a ride to the three miles to where the truck was parked. An old farmer picked us up and we rode in the back of the truck into town. It was a arduous trip but beautiful and fun. We caught lots of fish but earned every single one. I had to hitchhike again on Thursday. My friend and I canoed and fished a creek in south central Oklahoma. We had floated and drug the canoe for about ten miles when we came to a thirty foot waterfall and no real way to portage around it. Our only option was to walk so we walked about a mile to a highway and thumbed a ride to the three miles to where the truck was parked. An old farmer picked us up and we rode in the back of the truck into town. It was a arduous trip but beautiful and fun. We caught lots of fish but earned every single one.

]]> By: Michael D. Williams http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-54388 Michael D. Williams Fri, 24 Aug 2007 18:03:47 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-54388 I was in the middle of nowhere and it was deer season, so it may not have been that odd of a sight to the locals. The rifle was unloaded by the way, saftey first. I was in the middle of nowhere and it was deer season, so it may not have been that odd of a sight to the locals. The rifle was unloaded by the way, saftey first.

]]> By: Susan Henderson http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-54353 Susan Henderson Fri, 24 Aug 2007 15:20:50 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-54353 <p>Michael, I can't even believe someone would give you a ride when you're carrying a loaded rifle. In NY, that would tend to make a driver suspicious. </p> <p>I have this vague memory of watching a show called the Hitcher when I was in college. Your stories reminded me of it.</p> Michael, I can’t even believe someone would give you a ride when you’re carrying a loaded rifle. In NY, that would tend to make a driver suspicious.

I have this vague memory of watching a show called the Hitcher when I was in college. Your stories reminded me of it.

]]> By: Michael D. Williams http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-54265 Michael D. Williams Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:12:16 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-54265 I have never purposely hitchhiked but have found myself thumbing a ride on three occasions. Once from a Steve Miller band concert, once on I-40 about ten miles from Henryetta Oklahoma and another on a dark deserted road carrying a rifle and a pistol strapped to my side. The first we show up at the truck and wait for the guy with the keys and as car after car drive away and our friend never shows I express my feelings that our ride has departed. My other friend says he wouldn't leave us but I know that he has. Without warning my friend walks away and returns later with a Sack from McDonalds and a sack from KFC. I know that it is miles to either one and he says "Here is a Big Mac with only one bite taken out and two pieces of chicken no one has touched." I say thank you but no. We hitch a ride with probably the last car to leave and they drive us to a party miles away from where we need to be. I am by this time hungry and go to the kitchen and begin to cook bacon and eggs. This did not go over to well and we were asked to leave. We stayed until we were done eating and then walked to a 7-11 and called a cab. The second time we ran out of gas about fifteen miles from town and I started to run, I ran about five miles before a car stopped and picked me up and drove me to town. I ran about three miles back with a 2.5 gallon gas can before another person picked me up. (If in doubt fill up, you can't make it.) The third was strange, I was sixteen and hunting far from my parents lake home. I had been in the woods all day and walked back to the car in the dark. When I get there the keys are in the front seat. I said " !" Well you know what I said. There was no way I would break the window, so I began to walk. I walked to the road, I walked down the road and down the road and saw nothing no lights no houses, I just kept walking. After awhile I saw lights on the road behind me and I hoped they would stop, but I was armed to the teeth and would be suprised to have someone stop, but stop they did,two girls twenty and sixteen and a two year old in a car seat. It was pushing ten and I had been on the road for over two hours and was thankful for the ride, still in shock that they would stop for a dark figure on the side of the road with a gun. They drove me to the lake house and back to the car in the woods and wanted me to go drink beer and smoke weed, but I was to tired and wondered what they were going to do with the kid. I have never purposely hitchhiked but have found myself thumbing a ride on three occasions. Once from a Steve Miller band concert, once on I-40 about ten miles from Henryetta Oklahoma and another on a dark deserted road carrying a rifle and a pistol strapped to my side. The first we show up at the truck and wait for the guy with the keys and as car after car drive away and our friend never shows I express my feelings that our ride has departed. My other friend says he wouldn’t leave us but I know that he has. Without warning my friend walks away and returns later with a Sack from McDonalds and a sack from KFC. I know that it is miles to either one and he says “Here is a Big Mac with only one bite taken out and two pieces of chicken no one has touched.” I say thank you but no. We hitch a ride with probably the last car to leave and they drive us to a party miles away from where we need to be. I am by this time hungry and go to the kitchen and begin to cook bacon and eggs. This did not go over to well and we were asked to leave. We stayed until we were done eating and then walked to a 7-11 and called a cab.
The second time we ran out of gas about fifteen miles from town and I started to run, I ran about five miles before a car stopped and picked me up and drove me to town. I ran about three miles back with a 2.5 gallon gas can before another person picked me up. (If in doubt fill up, you can’t make it.)
The third was strange, I was sixteen and hunting far from my parents lake home. I had been in the woods all day and walked back to the car in the dark. When I get there the keys are in the front seat. I said ” !” Well you know what I said. There was no way I would break the window, so I began to walk. I walked to the road, I walked down the road and down the road and saw nothing no lights no houses, I just kept walking. After awhile I saw lights on the road behind me and I hoped they would stop, but I was armed to the teeth and would be suprised to have someone stop, but stop they did,two girls twenty and sixteen and a two year old in a car seat. It was pushing ten and I had been on the road for over two hours and was thankful for the ride, still in shock that they would stop for a dark figure on the side of the road with a gun. They drove me to the lake house and back to the car in the woods and wanted me to go drink beer and smoke weed, but I was to tired and wondered what they were going to do with the kid.

]]> By: litpark » By Request http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-41979 litpark » By Request Tue, 10 Jul 2007 20:57:08 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-41979 [...] tomorrow morning, the small Hendersons and I are flying out of JFK to spend a week in Montana. (Pics of where I’m going are here.) Green-Hand still packs his stuffed animal, which makes me [...] […] tomorrow morning, the small Hendersons and I are flying out of JFK to spend a week in Montana. (Pics of where I’m going are here.) Green-Hand still packs his stuffed animal, which makes me […]

]]> By: Susan Henderson http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-30855 Susan Henderson Sat, 26 May 2007 15:22:20 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-30855 Aw, you're sweet, Ellen. Not sure I like that story so much. Mostly I remember how looooong it used to take me to write a story. It's why I like blogging - you have to learn to just let go. Thanks for the other night with you and <a href="http://www.hollywoodinterrupted.com/archives/entries/about_mark_ebner.phtml" rel="nofollow">Mark</a>. It was nice to get some good laughs in before I headed into my writing cave. Aw, you’re sweet, Ellen. Not sure I like that story so much. Mostly I remember how looooong it used to take me to write a story. It’s why I like blogging - you have to learn to just let go.

Thanks for the other night with you and Mark. It was nice to get some good laughs in before I headed into my writing cave.

]]> By: Ellen Meister http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-30815 Ellen Meister Sat, 26 May 2007 11:45:58 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-30815 Love Spider Girl. xx Love Spider Girl.
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]]> By: Susan Henderson http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-30717 Susan Henderson Sat, 26 May 2007 02:38:36 +0000 http://litpark.com/2007/05/25/weekly-wrap-close-calls/#comment-30717 Hey, <a href="http://www.amywilentz.com/bio.html" rel="nofollow">Amy Wilentz</a>, my mail's a little screwy again and not sending mail out, but I got your note and should get back to you this weekend. Thanks Daryl, Shelley, Carolyn, Sarah, Myf, and Lance. xo Hey, Amy Wilentz, my mail’s a little screwy again and not sending mail out, but I got your note and should get back to you this weekend.

Thanks Daryl, Shelley, Carolyn, Sarah, Myf, and Lance. xo

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