. Live Life To The Fullest..Jerry Rushing, the real Duke of Hazzard
This blog is to introduce Rowdy Living Press Inc, the new genre’ of Rowdy Living Literature, and the author behind it, H.L. Dowless
. Live Life To The Fullest..Jerry Rushing, the real Duke of Hazzard
This blog is to introduce Rowdy Living Press Inc, the new genre’ of Rowdy Living Literature, and the author behind it, H.L. Dowless
When The Hooch Runs Out
Many ladies walking on the boardwalk, dancing to the music, swaying to the beat. I’m eating food, listening, watching, getting used to it, dealing with the heat.
The wind blowing across the water, the sand in the air, the sun beating down, while the breeze tosses my hair. Ambling down through the bamboo town, sampling the wha-tita, walking all around, moving with the sound.
Ah, the water sways me, placing me into the surrounding fish schools I see, rocking me back and forth, like a I was on a sea horse. I feel so cool, my mouth still drools, for the taste of the red snapper, and the squid supplied by the sea side trapper.
Into the water he drops a clay amphora, pulling up large crab, and eel for the food store. Sometimes a sea bass, sometimes a lobster, without any bait, are taken every day.
Many ladies, many bodies, many thin bathing suits; go on dancing, continue prancing, while a five string bands plays the reed flutes. The tide is rising, the scene is thriving, there is gold on the hill, oh what a thrill.
The lines are forming, money is moving, when gold fills the room, before the hooch runs out at noon. The little man is smiling, many in the line are sighing, while so many are buying before the hooch runs out at noon.
Well, I’m out again by the pool at 0914, out again where the parakeets scream. I’m outside again where the day is clear, with my dolly sitting beside me so near.
Well Fie fo fum I see the morning sun, yeah today might still yet be lots of fun. Sounds of traffic in the distance I hear, but behind stone walls and barbed wire we have nothing to fear.
A breakfast of large sardines, rice, and black beans can make one’s soul turn our very clean. The smell, however, will make a preacher’s wife scream. The heat of the day can make a grown man shed a tear. Washed down in sweat even a saint will sling his head, buck, and rear.
Everybody all over are wanting money, so we both must run. What amazes me most is that the day has only begun. We must hit the road, and carry our load, before the pickle truck comes and the whistle blows.
So run over here Sally, shoo fly shoo, there are cabs to catch and so much still yet to do. In praise of the day I sing my song. I must make my mark cause I won’t be here long.
Outside in the distance I hear monkey sounds and cooing doves, better cook your meat well and use rubber gloves. There are head hunters in the woods and poisoned arrows in the air. Buried treasure in the ground, and I will meet you out there .https://www.pinterest.com/hldowless/just-a-few-of-my-favorite-things/
Well, its a real stuck in the mud day. We awoke, had breakfast, then went walking. The administration area is closed. We have no internet access. There is not much around to do. We put together a bed. We watered flowers. We bathed, and we lounged around.
Real life is like that sometimes. Life can’t be all action and excitement, especially when one is on a limited income such as I am. 3 grand must get me all around here, and to Hawaii and back. I’ve sure played and done it all in my day. I had a publishing success story. I signed a contract with a company to publish my story, Bartolby Hill, in a Christmas anthology. He wanted unusual stories, and I had one to send to him. Nobody has ever written a Christmas story like the one I did. I made 40.00 dollars on it. I am not getting rich, but who knows who might get hold of that story. I was based on a grain of truth.
My mind loves to drift, since often I am thinking of my next poem, short story, or novel. An idea for another novel is gradually coming into my mind. I want to write a realistic Gothic style of horror novel about a man with a ghostly lover. Since I am here in Latin America I am getting ideas in regard to the scenery.
The community is filled with concrete houses surrounded by Bastille walls. The houses have large Doric columns on the front porch patio, and massive wooden double doors. In the center of the Doric columns hangs crystal and gold plated chandeliers. Scenes of the Virgin Mary and of the Crucifixion passion colorfully scream out from above the huge massive double doors. Many of the windows are crafted from fragments of glass colored emerald, sapphire, amber, and gold. Few windows have picture scenes, only the colorful tint described.
The porch areas and the areas leading up to these homes are covered by white, black, and gray pewter tiles. These homes seem to be based on the same designs found in the ruin of Pompeii, and Italy at large. The Italian Villa style is dominant, and one that truly pulls at my own heart, as if it has soul. Shattered glass of many colors sitting atop the Bastille wall intimidate like snarling fangs out at all those who walk on the street passing by. Electric fence and barbed wire make the lives of potential thieves even more complicated when it arches above the knife-like shards of kaleidoscopic glass. The magnificence of these homes may be viewed through the bars of iron gates in various places along this large granite stone and white concrete wall.
The environmental spirits applaud the design of these homes. This supernatural cheer is evident in the dance of clear red, blue, and purple flowers found on vines growing all over this wall, as far as any walker can see. This general union with the gray and off-white stone, blended with the white of the concrete mortise, melds into an astonishingly natural panorama scene, rather than contrasting against any type of lucid secular order. The eternally guarding glass-shards and the evil angled electrified razor wire, add a certain elegant spice to the mortal scene, being tinted back, gray, and silver, rather than crimson, orange, or bright yellow, which lash out against the spirits of nature.
Upon every roof is cemented orange or brown tile. Some have an emerald appearance, resembling more the tint of fresh bamboo sections slice in half the long way and turned upside down, than any type of porcelain. This color marries the home at large more with the puffing wind, the dancing flowers, the date palms, the colorful ibis lilies of multiple varieties, and the perfectly trimmed carpet grass.
In the center of this community the walker is impressed with a large open park-like garden of palm trees, elegant steel and wood benches, head high palm flowers, and perfect awe inspiring hand-chipped statues of ancient Spanish and Greek gods, standing near small pools of water. Upon the arms of these statues often hangs the guarders of newly wedded couples who have taken their vows, in beseech of celestial blessings throughout their marriage. Two cups of blood-like rose wine and servings of bon-bon sweets, seals the deal according to local custom.
How does it sound thus far? Did the visuals establish a mood, that gradually sets a scene? Stay tuned for more tomorrow.
Not much has happened with the festivities going on. Sometimes its best to hang out around home. Yesterday we played around the pool and walked into the local market. Almost all of the stores were closed. I bought a pint sangria and a coke for six dollars. We had company come over. It was Monika, a supervisor at the local English academy, Copal, and Maryam with her two adult children. It has been maybe seven years since I have laid eyes on these people. I can’t believe how much everybody has gained weight and show their age. Most of these people are 60+. I am the only young stud still in his 50s.
What I Did This Morning
I woke up this morning, took a swim in the pond, showered in a water fall, with snow capped mountains towering beyond.
Don’t know what I’m going to do, don’t have much of a plan. I’ll simply put on both shoes, after I play here in the sand!
I’ll take my next step, put one foot in front of the other, move where the good feeling leads, soul passion is my only rudder.
Might I go into future glory? Or head into looming disaster? What on earth shall be my final story, since fated destiny is my only master?
The end for all is the same regardless. Who knows their own conclusion? Its just that I intend to live more, not less, without any distracting illusions.
Took a good swim inside a divine nectar pool this morning, before a mountain waterfall. Made love upon the flat stones until my heart sang, while the emerald parrot made his cheerful call.
Yes, I must repeat myself here again today. Life damn sure is good, and keeps on getting better when our minds are geared into it doing so. At 1200 we taxied out into town, meeting with the Head of Tourism in Guayaquil. Her position is more important and status laden then the mayor himself. She sits at the right hand of the president himself. Most importantly, she was a past student of my wife. She was happy to see both of us, giving us invitations to sit on the formal dock during the famous yearly Parade of Guayaquil, known as Festias Julianus. My bet the origin is from Spain, and dates much farther back in time than the city of Guayaquil itself, but this history is a topic for another blog.
Once we received the invites inside the elegant city hall, we made our way over to the naval meeting building. We walked inside with the city dignitaries in between two lines of uniformed navy men at attention, and in salute. We took our seats inside the reserved sections underneath the shelter by the water. There was the parade of boats, with the military recreating rescue scenes and capturing water born invaders, who drop mysterious packages in hoping to retrieve them later on. I will bet readers can never guess what might have supposedly been inside those packages, with Ecuador’s northern neighbors being who they are, not to mention Peru to the south.
A float of the natural fauna and the revered heroes sailed past. Finally a military gun boat, and several motor boats armed with 50 caliber machine guns mounted on swivels zoomed past, waving at the crowds on dockside. There was also a huge sail boat mounted with guns sailing past. Evidently the Ecuadorian military still uses these, as they are still known to maintain a horse bound Calvary. The general sensation and atmosphere is starkly reminiscent of the 1920’s, far as I am concerned, which is fine by me being of the romanticist philosophic mindset that I am. The parade ended with the chief naval captain being presented the flag of Ecuador, and the Head of Tourism being presented the flag of Guayaquil. It truly was amazing as to how well loved this lady is. Without a doubt, one day in the future she shall have an effigy christened in her eternal memory.
When the official parade ended, the general parade continued on throughout the city of Guayaquil. Make no debate about it, this is a huge event where the entire city formally shuts down, from Saturday through Monday. Making one’s way through town via taxi or bus is a near impossible task to successfully accomplish, as we found out. It took us two hours to find a taxi out to the formal birthday party of a friend’s friend. In the meantime we watched the parade down town. There was a concert, more colorful floats, venders roaming about selling all sorts of great tasting pastries, drinks, cold water bottles, popcorn, and various snack foods. There were trinkets of every type, from native designs on down to the junk from China found all over planet earth these days. Thieves abound during these events, so put all phones away safely, all money in travel belts and front pockets. I felt several hands rub my hip pockets as we passed through the huge swelling crowds, but all they felt was my bandanna. The Mallecon is said to be a huge haunt of the low classes, so bear this in mind when walking about. Covid 19 is still a fear here, but I never even wore a mask unless police ordered me to. If I was going to get it I would have long since had it by now.
Finally our anticipated taxi flashed his lights as we roamed about in the streets of the city. We hopped the cab, riding to a nice community far outside the city of Guayaquil. Here was a dear friend of a friend having a very formal 65 year birthday party. The hors d’ oeuvres were good, being sausages, tortilla chips, and dip sauces of various sorts. Half way through the celebration the host who the party was for, stepped wrong on the two six inch wide, by two inch steps, positioned perfectly in such a way to throw a person face down upon the concrete and marble floors. All over Ecuador, inside and out, one must be careful of such sudden irregular uneven drops in the hard surfaced areas. When the lady collapsed face down she busted the side of her head open on the marble floors and walls. She lay on the floor for fifteen minutes or more, until myself and the only other man present helped her up back onto her feet. She appeared to be dazed the entire evening. No doubt, she will have a good black eye come tomorrow, on into the next several days.
Before we cut the birthday cake every person present had to choose a word dedicated to this lady, named Patricia, then make a spill dedicated to her. My selected word was comfort. I wrote this word in a slip of paper. My spill was that since I had only met her that night, and knew nothing about her, what I did know was that she had a great fall. My inner feeling was that she would need much comfort for the following three days, as a result. My good news was that this situation would change in the end, and that I wished her all the best. I took my slip of paper and taped it to a tree with all the others, since I was last to make my spill to her. I hope I chose my word and spill well.
Finally we cut the huge cake. Everybody took a piece, then washed it down with coffee. The birthday party ended with singing and a benediction prayer. Monica carried the wife and myself back home. The ride through Guayaquil took maybe 40 minutes, so got to see much. Her speed was around 80 km per hour, which is 50 mph. It seemed like 100 mph to me in that crazy driving place, but one must do what one must do wherever they are.
We made it back home around 2300 hrs. The wife and myself sat out on our porch drinking toasts of wine kin our under ware and listening to songs from a party down the road. Finally we crashed around 2400, or midnight.
This morning at 1000 hours I was ambling down the Mallicon in Guayaquil feeling the cool breeze on my face, shaded from the sun by my plainsman’s wide brimmed hat, admiring the tropical flowers, birds, and trees all around me and the fantastic display of heroic statues from the Golden Age of mankind, while thinking to myself in silence; man, life sure is good! People in today’s USA especially, don’t know the smorgasbord of fine choices found throughout the world. The very last thing anybody must do there, especially talented, highly creative members of the Anglo-Saxon brood who are resource laden and increasingly persecuted, is to wallow inside the vast swampy abyss of crass lies flooding the nation from a ultra-self serving anti-American leadership, and feed on the dung these pigs cast into the streets as they continue selling the nation and the people’s resources out to the deadheads among the population and the invading foreigners.
Today we ventured out to visit the director of tourism. To get there we took the bus for 70 cents, rather than the taxi for seven dollars. The bus took maybe forty minutes to make it into the down town area of the city. Finally we made it to an area where we could walk to the City Hall. We made our way up three flights of stairs and took a hard left, and there her office was. We had to wait an hour maybe, but the busy lady finally found her way in to speak with us. The status of the lady ranks right up there with the president of Ecuador. After we chatted shortly she invited us both a huge festivity tomorrow called The Parade of Hamburgers. Some important officials are going to be attending this meeting inside the official meeting hall of the Mallecon. This meeting is ULTRA EXCLUSIVE to say the least. We WILL certainly make solid contacts. The wife and myself already have more than a few who are interested in our books, which we intend to present to them. Only thinking of the potential really excites me!
When we finished with our important meeting we spent the remainder of the day ambling along the Mallecon. We ate a plate of goat stomach cooked in salsa, served over beans and rice with fried yucca. We ambled down to the opposite end of the riverside walkway, finding our way to a chairlift. The chairlift carried us over several blocks deep in the city, past the Indian Market, over the river to a town called Durrano. At several places including Durrano, we could have got off and toured new areas of the city. It was a fun hour and a half riding the chairlift, taking really cool pictures.
When we finally made it back to Samburodon I walked to the house and picked up my computer, put on my bathing suit, picked up my wife’s bathing suit, then headed out to the pool where I am now. When I finish I intend on taking a dip and playing some in the water. Boy, today sure has been an active, full day to say the least. Who knows what excitement tomorrow will bring!
ts 0927 where I am. I awoke at 0630. I had rice, an egg, and two slices of Euro-ham, as its called. I mention the food I eat because here in Ecuador travelers will find food to be rather pricey, if they don’t know how and what to buy. My general rule of thumb when it comes to eating cheap any where in the world, is to eat like the Chinese and the Mexicans. Do that, and I have yet to go wrong in my more than 40 years drifting around the US and the world, from adventure to thrill, and back again.
I declare time is clipping past so quickly I can barely keep up with it. Nothing extraordinary occurred. I hung out here at our living facility all day. There are plenty of places to walk around and look at. I have to watch my money if I want it to last. I bought dinner out for myself and wife, a big no-no when one wants to watch his money. Our plates were only 2.50 USD, but they were small. My wife ordered an additional one, and we had water to drink with it. The grand total was 7.50, not that bad for two, but not that good for one wanting to watch his savings and stretch it out at least two months. So we shall eat in today, being rice, beans, and boloney.
My wife tells me she came here away from her “children” to save one thousand a month out of her two thousand she gets back in two retirement checks. She is wanting a car or something, I think, by years end. Problem is, I feel like she’s shoving as much expense as possible on me, a man with only a meager savings, and no retirement income, or income of any kind. I’ve ran into problems such as these with her before, and I don’t know what to make of it. Its like she gets a kick out of me being destitute, then pushing me to the side and telling me to find my way when I have no resources. I don’t understand it, but I know how to head it off by simply not allowing it to happen and keeping my mouth closed.
Anyway, everything is moving along at a steady daily clip. Its nice just lounging around. I enjoy spending time thinking about my published works, my writing, things I am writing and others I intend to write. When the day ended yesterday as the sun fell behind the trees we swam in this extremely well kept pool. The man is vacuuming it out right now. The administrator said that by this evening he would have the jacuzzi heated and good for the wife and myself. Sometimes the sun heats the water, but not enough to forego manual heating.
It appears we may be about to ride out and visit several schools in the surrounding area. I have an interview for the position of Language Director at a school called Espirito Santo. Its a large decent school, but a ten dollar one way taxi ride out, and the school doesn’t pay that well. There is a Christian School down the road almost in walking distance. We will probably amble on out to visit these places today. Stay tuned for more.
Here is a few of my favorite publishing successes over the past two years;
CC & D Magazine (3) stories 2020
Leaves Of Ink (10) poems
The Fear Of Monkeys (2) stories
The Scarlet Leaf Publishing Company (3) stories (4) novellas
Algora Publishing (2) books
Adelaide Literary Magazine (2) stories 2020
Active muse.org (4) stories
Juste Milieu Lit & Art Zine
DLG Publishing Partners
dark dossier magazine
Aphelion Webzine 1 story and a novella (Fairy Nymph And The Ring Of Death)
DANSE MACABRE An Online Literary Magazine (1) story (5) poems
Poison Owl (Legend of the man who wrote)
Literary Yard- 1 poem and one story, (king of Cat)
Brown Bagging Online – two poems
Atmosphere Press – novel, They Called Him Ringo Arenas
Paper Dragon – Magic Flower On Fireside Mountain
Short Story UNC- poem, “Come Fly Away With Me,”
Green Egg Magazine (The Girl In The Crooked Woods)
Transcendent Zero Press, Literary Journal, 2 poems.
The Literary Yard, “The Magic Wishing Well,”
Survival Fitness Plan SERE Training – backpacking book.
Dustin Pickering, “Harbinger Asylum” (anthology) two poems
Pen it Publishing- “Southbound To Angel Island.”
Literary Yard (Hey you, its been a long while) poem
Input/output enterprises/their anthology, “And The Dead Shall Sleep No More,” Oh Madeline
Apocalypse confidential, poetry journal, published two of my poems.
Anti-matter dreams, poem
Anac Sastra, poem
Back Channel Journal, seven poems.
Reverend Crown Publications- 2 novels, Das Konto, Ludlow’s Daughter
Backyard Earth Project – The Magic Cesspool
I had my interview at Esperito Santo today. This thing lasted 3 hours. The director turned on the music and began dancing with me, eh? She gave me all kinds of information about staying safe in the city, such as not taking yellow cabs. Call an agency and get a cab, lest one risks being kidnapped. Anyway, she turned my information in to the chief director for his final approval. I asked for 1500.00 monthly. I should be getting an e-mail soon, telling me yes or no. This director said they were desperate for native English-speaking teachers, offering free room and health insurance. Food can be had on the cheap there, so she didn’t include that. Well, anyway, its all on from there, I suppose. I sure tired, I know that.