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PEGGY FIELDING'S NEWSLETTER Vol. 7 Number 8 August 2007 LOOK AT THE NUMBERS Still looks kinda lucky, doesn't it? I've always liked 8 better than 7 anyway. Now, go to www.peggyfielding.com to get the decorated version of this month's epistle. STRANGE HAPPENINGS Off-the-wall-stuff has always happened to me. Ask Raymona Anderson or her husband who used to live in Oklahoma (but now live in Arkansas) about their ghost who visited in the bedroom they'd assigned to me. That was when Raymona lived in Slapout, Oklahoma and I went west to talk about writing. Wonder if the ghost still lives in that bedroom even though Raymona now lives in Arkansas? SOMETHING STRANGE HAPPENED TO ME RECENTLY, RIGHT CLOSE TO HOME In BARBARA, my book about the UFO investigator, she swears that 36th and Harvard is the vortex of UFO abductions in Tulsa. This is close to my house! at 4th and Harvard. DAN PUT A BARBARA COVER SOMEWHERE HERE Needless to say, I always speed through that intersection. So far as I know I have not been taken up in a flying saucer from there...yet. EVEN CLOSER TO HOME Here is what I want to share with you. Another part of Tulsa has offered me several unusual happenings. A few days ago I left the Whittier post office. As I drove out I passed a boy with a bike. He sat on the curb staring at his bike. Cars were in back and front of me so I couldn't stop. I drove a block to the dollar store on the corner of Third and Lewis. The blonde boy came pushing his bike, carrying an innertube. He seemed quite downcast. "I'm too old to help you physically," I called, "And I don't want to put your bicycle in my new car, but come here...I can help pay for repair of your innertube, perhaps." He perked up. He told me he was fourteen, that he would have to walk to Sixth and Lewis to get the tire fixed, that he had no money. He seemed grateful when I poured all my change, about six dollars worth, into his hand. His bike was deep crimson, with "Craig" beautifully printed in gothic style letters. The bike had been lovingly and professionally detailed with black and white pin striping around the name and on every section of the frame. It was a middle-sized bike on which dark wire and metal strips had been placed to build a carrying structure onto the front fender area. I watched the kid push the machine South across Third, then I went in to get Dr. Pepper. I shoved my basket to stand in a long line. Two men, one after the other, came fuming up behind me, each in a desperate rush to check out. I waved them ahead of me. A third man actually broke into the line in front of me without an apology. They were all in a hurry but the male cashier was conflicted about a problem with the couple ahead of all of them. The middle-aged man, blond with gray streaks, kept his place behind me and all through the slow moving wait in line we had a "sotto voce" conversation commenting on the bafflement of the cashier and the antics of the three harried men in a hurry who were groaning with despair at being stymied in the line. WHAT NEXT? When I made it through the line, then out to my car, the blonde man stepped out the door. I laughed and said, "Thanks for keeping me amused during our long wait." He chuckled, turned and looked me in the eye as he got on a CRIMSON PAINTED BIKE with "Craig" detailed on the frame. The metal superstructure sat in front of the handlebars. It was the SAME BIKE THE BOY HAD TRUNDLED SOUTH. It was in perfect condition, all tires inflated. The middle-aged man laughed again, this time he looked at me as if he were taunting me as he ride away and left me standing, mouth open, probably. Had I just had an experience with time travel, age progression or transmogrification? Anyway, I'm telling you to keep your wits about you in the Third and Lewis area. MORE OF THIS Yes. Wait. Yesterday as I parked in back at the Kendall-Whittier Library, a young man, blonde, perhaps twenty to twenty five years old, wheeled up in front of me on his bicycle. He threw it down on the concrete walk in front of me to block my way. He rushed into the library. He glanced back at me at the door. Same guy, younger, but not a kid? I got back into my car and drove home. Uh huh, Crimson. Black and white detailing. "Craig" in gothic lettering. Handmade carrying superstructure...the same bike...so maybe we'd better add the Library to the strangeness on Lewis from Third Street to Admiral. AM I CRAZY OR WHAT? Could my unusual perceptions be caused by age? The stroke? Or shall I go with my own warning, "Step lightly in the Kendall Whittier area, Peggy Lou. You never know who (or what) might be riding a magic bike there." GOOD NEWS Martin Keating (Yeah, Oklahoma's former governor's brother), author of THE FINAL JIHAD has started a new book and he wants his old security blanket, translate teacher, on the journey with him. The book looks to be a winner. EVEN MORE GOOD NEWS I've heard that my pal, Modean Moon, down in LeFlore County, has been given her first hardback from her publisher, a reprint of one of her earlier paperback novels, I understand. Yay Modean! Give me all the information so I can buy your book. HENS STILL FLUTTERING Paula Alfred and Jackie King and I have more or less come to an understanding about our next HEN book. We may call it THE FOXY HENS GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT as suggested by Debby Camp. CONTEST First reader to connect correctly each HEN with her choice of paranormal symbol (my little amateur drawings), will be given his or her choice of any of my books. Put the title of the book you prefer, your name and U.S. mailing address with what you feel to be each HEN'S choice of symbol. See the drawings here: http://www.peggyfielding.com/Display.cfm?p=2007August SEX? Only the mental kind.... though I'm still watching All-State Insurance ads with quite an avid interest. "The Unit" seems lost in the TV shuffle of summer. Oh, if only he'd stop by my house. I'd insure everything on the place with him, the lovely creature. SEE YOU I'd love to hear from Virginia Anderson Torres as to how her ears now fare, and I will, of course, welcome any other readers' notes, e-mails and letters as well. I love, love, love, the great fan letters Carolyn Steele sends to me. See you in September when it's only 99 degrees. Hugs all around. Peggy |
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