We’ve all heard about how our government spies on us. Through our telephones, our TV’s, electronic gadgets and so forth.
I usually take it with a grain of salt. Maybe they do and maybe they don’t. Who cares? Right?
Like maybe you say something over the phone to your friend about being interested in a trip to Cancun then the next day, travel ads to Cancun appear all over your timeline. I googled locations for a Days Inn in Dothan, Alabama once. Since then, I get ads for Travelocity and Days Inn all of the time.
My imagination? I read post from others that mention almost the same thing, fairly often.
I wrote a story about a murder that happened 20 years ago and posted it on Facebook. Two weeks later, they arrested the dead man’s wife and best friend for planning his death.
I guess we all have eerie stories about uncany similiarities.
Pizza, everybody likes pizza to some extent. Some folks like any kind of pizza you put in front of them. Other’s like me, just like certain kinds. Myself, I like the stuffed crust pizza with ham and pineapple with extra cheese. My favorite, I practically refuse to eat any other kind, because I like it so much.
That gets to be a problem sometimes. Not every one else likes my choice or they prefer other toppings. Sometimes we order “half and half”, if we just get one pizza. With a large family, we sometimes order two or more and then everyone gets a say so, as far as what toppings come with it.
When my sons surprise mom and dad with pizza for supper, they usually get the toppings they like, usually because that’s what’s on sale. Last night we had two Pizza Supremes , you know, loaded, all the way. Pepperoni, cheese, onions, mushrooms, bell peppers… the whole nine yards.
It was a nice gesture. Momma didn’t have to cook. I couldn’t find it in my heart to voice my displeasure at their choice of toppings, so I ate it anyway. Actually it was pretty good. I don’t care for mushrooms. Most of the times if I get served food with mushrooms in it (unless they’re deep fried, served with Ranch dressing) I pick them out.
I enjoyed the hot, fresh pizza though. Three slices if I remember right. I just closed my eyes and chewed my way through it. My sons and I enjoyed watching the ball game last night, even mamma seem to enjoy the game, making comments after every play. Like why are field goals three points and a point after touchdown only worth one point? Maybe the exciting finish is what caused me to eat three slices of pizza with what I consider undesirable toppings.
I went to bed with a full stomach. My team won, finally. I went to sleep replaying the key moments of the game in my mind, as I drifted off into slumber.
I woke with a start to the sound of a racing car engine. I was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a crash helmet, strapped down. I was sitting in a dark green mustang racing down a dusty, dirt road surrounded by desert. I glanced over at my riding partner, the guy driving looked a lot like Steve McQueen. He was wearing a helmet also and dark sunglasses. I had to do a double take, Steve McQueen, come on man. He was my hero, but he’s been dead a long time, but here we were, riding together in the same car he drove in “Bullitt.” A dark green, fast back Mustang set up for racing. The one in the movie had a 429 cubic inch motor. Lots of power.
We drove past a sign on side of the road that read “FORD” County. I’m started thinking “Boy this would make a great TV commercial if it said “Ford Country.”
Tumble weeds blew across the road in front of us. More sand and dust came through the opened windows as we approached a deserted town, an old timey western looking kinda place. We drove past a sign that read “Welcome to Dodge City.”
I tried to pinch myself this can’t be real. Here I am riding along with Steve McQueen. The most iconic TV and movie star of my generation. I just figured “Oh what the hell, I’m along for the ride.” He’s shifting gears and gunning the motor, doing power slides around the corners and recklessly blasting through intersections.
As we passed an old barn, the grill of a dark colored car could be seen facing us, then pulling out behind us, spinning tires, kicking up more dust as it began to chase us through the deserted streets of Dodge City.
This was too much, I had a grip on the arm rest with one hand and the other on the dash. The scene became too intense to worry about things like “What’s wrong with this picture?” The roar of the Mustang’s engine was deafening, added to that was the noise of this black Dodge Charger that was behind us, shadowing our every move. As we raced down Front Street, I could see a tilted sign hanging over the old deserted “Long Branch Saloon” on my right, on the other side of the road, we raced along side of the railroad track and beyond the tracks was the Arkansas River, beyond that, the unclaimed prairie.
This was a chase scene that rivaled the movie “Bullitt” to no end, instead of racing through the suburbs of San Fransisco, we we’re being chased through the old western town of Dodge City. I was scared to death. The inside of the car was so full of dust that I began to choke.
McQueen was McQueen though. Cool as they come. He shifted gears and made all of the right turns (uh, left ones too), synchronized shifting of the gears, power slides through intersections and around corners were simply awe inspiring. It wasn’t long before he maneuvered the Mustang in behind the black Charger. Then it was our turn to chase the other guy for a while. Let me tell you what they say, “It ain’t no fun when the rabbits got the gun.”
Left turn, right turn, touch the brakes, give it more gas, and listen to the sounds of the roaring engine. Synchronized shifting, the whole time, not a word, there was no need. Actions speak louder than words. I was beginning to wonder how is this going to end?
Finally through the dusty windshield I could see a wooden sign that read, “Now leaving Dodge.” The Charger that was kicking up dust in front of us was disappearing into the desert, tail tucked between its legs you might say,… oh right, I just did. Okay, the fleeing Dodge Charger had kicked up a few “dust devils” along side of the road ahead of us, before disappearing into the sunset. Steve did a power slide and brought the high powered up Mustang to a halt, he said to no one in particular “And stay the heck out of Dodge.” Then he looked over at me and said “You might want to stay away from them mushrooms too Hoss.”
That’s when I realized I was dreaming, I had to force myself to wake up. A realistic dream I thought, because I was still sweating, but then again, aren’t they all?
I got up and made my coffee, watched the highlights of yesterday’s game on ESPN, then went to check my e-mails on the computer, then clicked on to Yahoo to read the morning news highlights. There to my amazement was a story highlighted with a picture of Steve McQueen in the Entertainment section. The article was highlighting Ford’s upcoming release of a new 2019 edition of a Mustang, “BULLITT” edition. They had recovered the original car that was in the movie and were going to use it to advertise the release of the new model.
Now I can’t say if the powers that be, have been spying on me. I’m pretty sure that folks that claim that the internet or government delves into our private lives, are probably on to more than they really know. Just how can they infiltrate my dreams? Two things I know for sure though. I don’t care if my team wins or not. I’m going to listen to Steve’s pearls of wisdom. I promise you, that I’m gonna leave those damn mushrooms alone and I will keep my butt out of a Dodge.