A Stopover In New Orleans_Ninety's Kids Remember_The Elegant Entrance_Gibson, The Paranoid Orpha
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A Stopover In New Orleans
Horace Greeley said go west young man. In 1910, all of seventeen and seeking adventure, Cecil Evers and his buddy Frank Anderson decided to do just that. They left Cincinnati and set off for the emerging city of Los Angeles. They originally planned to go by railroad, but the trip from Cincinnati to Indianapolis revealed that Cecil had a terrible case of motion sickness. His experience with the railroad convinced Cecil to try another mode of transportation. A riverboat seemed safer. Cincinnatwww.onedoor.cci is a river town so they had no trouble finding a boat for the first leg of their adventure: a passage...
Ninety's Kids Remember
On the tenth day of the first month of the two-hundredth year after the launch of the Googol Space Colony, my brother James and I stood in one of its clothing stores near its port and stern side. I looked over the racks of clothes, which were all so blandly similar: full-body, skin-tight space suits, each sporting a solid, pastel color only broken up by the ugly metal collar around the neck that served as an emergency mechanism in case of an air breached. I had on a purple one, and my brother had a magenta suit. To someone who hasn’t known any other type of clothes, the different colors were ...
The Elegant Entrance
This is it... I'm here, one step ahead of the climax of my story. My journey, my painful struggles end here. I can't even hear a single word from the host's mouth but mumbles that slowly fade as I sank on my own thoughts and memories.Seven years ago ... My hopes and dreams was being crushed as I tell my family about it."A musician? What a joke. There are tons of them in the street out there, and even some of them are homeless. And you want to become one of them?", She shouted her entire disappointment at my face.I mean, most of parents surely would be disappointed when I took an science degree...
Gibson, The Paranoid Orphan
“Dear Son: If you’re reading this, then your mother and I are dead.” Gibson’s father never beat around the bush. His father was a big man, with a big personality. Gibson always imagined he’d die in his sleep, a quiet end to a loud life. Instead, lightning struck him dead at Lake Maracaibo in Venezuela. Gibson's mother suffered the same fate. The week before that they sailed the Caribbean. Before that they hiked Colombian coffee fields. Gibson had not left his home in five years. He was 18、 The letter continued… “Your condition wasn’t easy for your mother and I, given our lifestyles. And we’re ...