My Denver Book Signing

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At the Mountains and Plains Book Expo, I took part in the Authors Signing Night. It was a treat being in the same room with 75 other authors, autographing copies of my book “Dad, The Tooth Fairy Didn’t Come!”

Most of the authors were very kind, and I even came out with a button which read, “I AM NOT A SERIAL KILLER.”

The biggest surprise to me was to find out that the pen of choice for signing is not some expensive custom ballpoint, but rather a permanent black Sharpie. The reason is that it make a very bold statement. Nearly everyone uses them.

So much for the diamond encrusted calligraphy pen with the magnesium thumb grip that I had my eye on for when I make it to the big time.

Tow Truck Driver Fist Fight

This past weekend, I was in Denver and saw probably the coolest thing in my life: Two tow truck drivers in a fight. A nasty fist fight, with amazing results. You probably didn’t see this in the news.

It seems a guy’s hummer overheated on Colfax Avenue. He coasted into the gas station I was at, called 911, and left the scene in a friend’s Smart Car.

As I sat watching, a tow truck showed up and backed up to the front of the Hummer. At about the same time, another tow truck from company “B” showed up. The driver got out and started yelling at the driver from company “A”.

The heated exchange lasted for a few minuets, then they started throwing punches. After an ugly 20 seconds of John Wayne fist fighting, driver “B” jumped into his truck and fired it up. He did a u-turn, and backed up to the rear of the Hummer. He hopped out and ran to the back of his truck and started hooking up to the disabled Hummer.

Driver “A” ran to the Hummer and started hooking up his tow truck.

Both men jumped into their vehicles at the same time and fired them up. They both lurched forward, wheels spinning, engines racing, and thick, burnt rubber tire smoke filling the air. I heard the sound as if taffy were being pulled.

One driver was in a Ford, the other in a Chevy. The tug-o-war lasted about 2 minutes, but seemed an eternity. The smoke choked me and was so dense I couldn’t see any of the vehicles.

Sometime during the fight, the trucks both stopped, unhooked, and drove out of the blue cloud at the same time. When the smoke cleared,  this is what I saw:

 

 

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A stretched Hummer. Who would’ve believed it? The sheet metal wasn’t even wrinkled. Amazing.

The drivers looked back at each other, then the Hummer, and they both tore out of there like jackrabbits.

Someday I’d like to see them do that with the Smart Car.

Modern Gene Autry

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Yeeee Hawwww! Here are two of my daughters, Heidi (white shirt), and Christina (blue bandana) riding in Redstone, Colorado.

Both ride well, sing like meadowlarks, play guitar, saw on the violin delightfully, and carry big knives. Did I mention that they carry big knives? They can throw a rope, shoot straight, and skin an elk. Did I mention that they can skin an elk?

I have heaps of fun with these gals and I’m one proud papa.

Heidi is singing in Denver in a few weeks, and wants me to back her up on my banjo. To be honest, she’s really good by herself.

A modern Gene Autry, that’s what she is.

Yeeeee Hawwww!