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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Community / Home
- Published: 01/08/2018
Hope, Hope Missouri
Born 1954, M, from St Louis Mo, United StatesMr. Smith picked up the paper off the rack by the door and headed to his normal table. Peg called out, "have your coffee there in a sec, hon, you want toast?" Will had been stopping by Ruth's Pigs Heaven every morning for twenty years. He like most of us are creatures of habit. He will have his sweet coffee, a slice of buttered white toast, and if he is feeling wild, add some grape jelly. He will read the paper, leave a dollar and half on the table, went up a quarter last year when the price of coffee went up. Then he will rush to his office, Smith's Family and Business Insurance.
While drinking his coffee, Pete, sheriffs Deputy Pete, would walk in. He would slap Peg on her ample behind, grab a jelly doughnut out of the round glass display. Mouth full stop by Mrs Collions table, how's things down at the clerks office. He wouldn't wait on the answer, and she wouldn't give one. He would slide in the booth across from Alivea, the cute red headed school nurse.
Peg would drop his cup on the table, pinch his ear as she poured the coffee. Alivea would lean over to straighten Pete's tie while giving a good morning and wake up smile on both faces as Pete eyed the morning sun. Well the sun shining on two very nice globs of flesh and he would mumble, why do you have to wear a bra? They would laugh and flirt long after Will had gone.
Joe would bounce in and Peg would run drop a place mat on his stool. That was because Joe was known around town as greasy pants. No, not poopy pants, greasy pants. Joe is the only gas station owner for thirty miles. He is the only mechanic, well to be more clear he was mostly a shade tree mechanic that has a garage. He seemed to always be sitting in oil and grease. Peg would bring him black coffee and crack two eggs, drop them on the grill, and make sure they were over hard.
Joe would take a good look at Alivea's smile, at those same two globs Pete has not taken his eyes off, wave and say, dump that deputy dog and come enjoy a real man. She would laugh, Pete would flip him the bird, Peg would be slapping the eggs on a shiny white glass plate.
Tommy would run in, mom can I have two burgers, with grilled onion to take to school for lunch? Peg would scrawl at him, that no smile, today buddy boy you get ham and cheese and apple pie. She would hand him a brown bag, he would mumble, I never get what I want. Run out to meet up with the Carson twins and go laughing off to school. Always early, never late, as Tommy would say it was the early bird that got the worm. He sure was hoping Suzy Jones would be early and maybe some day she would catch his worm.
Old Mr. Pepper, the crabby town banker, at the only town bank that is so big, he was in fact the only person that worked at the bank. As he would walk in Peg would smile, have your orange juice right over hon, he would just grunt. Slide in the booth, yell in a cranky tone, give me oat meal today, those corn flakes yesterday were stale. Peg would smile, she knew that tomorrow he would say the oat meal was too cold.
Peg would be humming some Beatles tune as Pastor Mark would walk in. He would smile shake hands with every one. Peg would pour his tomato juice, bacon or sausage preacher? He wouldn't say, so she would do two pieces of each and two eggs easy over, heavy on pepper.
The preacher would lean over give Alivea a peck on the cheek making sure no one got a better view of those sweet globes then he did. Knowing if he timed it right she would lean forward and he would see down that bra to the golden mountaintop, it was a game he enjoyed playing every day.
A few others would pop in and out, each but Tommy showing up at lunch as well. This was the daily workings of the small town of Hope, Missouri.
The town joke is they named the place Hope because any one that every lived there hoped to move out. Yet it was a nice town, Mayor Boyer saw to that, streets were clean and houses and yards kept neat. If some one was too old or sick to cut the grass or add a coat of paint when needed. Why the city council would assign a team to do it.
If they were to lazy to do it, Pete would take them fishing, but they never came home with any fish. Strange no one needed to go fishing with Pete but once. Perhaps it was them falling out of the boat in the middle of Black River. Perhaps it was the horrible driving and the knots left on heads from hitting his big pickups roof. Whatever ever the reason, the town was not known for lazy neighbors.
Now Hope had a few other fine things about the town, like a good many Ozark towns. People didn't have to like each other much, might have a fight down in old Sally's hog pen, or grip at the barber shop about old Lees driving.
Yet they loved each other, yes indeed. You see if you were born in Hope, you were family, and family might fight, fuss, get the board used on your backside while going to school, even have a little cheating affair with the neighbors wife. Yet when all was said and done it was family and family stuck together.
When the deacons wife got caught in a threesome with the song leader and piano player, they stood before the church said they were sorry. Of course they were only sorry they got caught, after that when she did threesomes she picked a better place to hide. But as her husband said, it's ok brothers, I forgive you, we are all family. Why there was more hugging and crying and hallelujahs shouted in that church and that's the Sunday that preacher Mark said they should catch a member every week fornicating.
This little town called home too a few hundred folks did more then have the name Hope. They generated hope in a great many small side lines.
There was Mabble who had a nice farm, and for a few bucks you could enjoy one of her four daughters or three sisters or two nieces for a night. Why folks all the way from the state Capitol would drive too Mabbles Stable as the sign says, but not to go horse back riding, though a lot of riding was done there. Bet you never had such a fine Sunday school teacher either, she could say them Bible verses backwards and forwards.
Now Hope is a fine Baptist town, and it's dry town in a dry county. Why if you wanted to go to a bar it was a mighty long drive. Yet, if you need a little medical pick me up and maybe a bit of cards and dancing, and a little strip show by Polly Winkle before you went to Mabbles. If you wanted that, to lift you mental spirits and gain a stronger constitution to treat your wife nice. As you see Pete didn't allow no wife beating in Hope, now a wife might be laughed at for beating a husband, but no man was going to hit a woman. Then if you needed a little mental help, you simply drove out to the Clinic.
Glen's family has been running the Clinic since before the civil war. The whole town appreciated the need, and more then a few daughters had earned college money on the show room pole and a bit more on Glen's. His boys made the finest wine in the state and a many of the tourist, mostly repeat, would say, it was a drink with a show that made you beg for more.
Next farm over old John had the best little corn steel known to dot the earth. Them Tennessee McCoy's have been trying to learn his tricks for years. Why it's so popular that John even sells his medical brew in small cough aide bottles.
But the towns biggest money maker and the pride of the county is Patties Palace. It used to be Patties Motel. Then the council had a meeting, and Mr. Pepper invested some funds. The Puck Boys built some fine green houses, as the place was gutted and rebuilt with such delights as hot tubs and spas and water beds and adult private movies in each room. There is even a remote Clinic there, with finest wine and medical corn anywhere. The high school cheerleaders offer room service.
But what really makes the place is the relaxation lounge. Pucks has the finest cigars, and pipes smelling sweet. Shrunk weed is illegal in Hope. Pucks relaxing smokes signs are posted every where you go. Pucks pays for the church bulletin so their add is on the bottom of each. It's in ever song book cover. They even are in every Bible as a shiny book marker. And to improve prayer meeting every week they spend time praying and passing the pipe. I would say they have the biggest prayer meetings of any church in the state. After a couple of deep pulls, I tell you, you ought go visit and hear the praying and the hallelujahs roll.
So Patties is right on the highway, and I tell you, if you don't preregister for a room, you won't get one. Thus Hope sales some gas and food, and few hogs and cows, but what makes Hope the show piece of the State is the towns family and family take care of family.
As Mr. Smith walks in, Peg says coffees already on Petes table. Gathered at the table was the town shakers. Actually it was three tables together. Everyone was talking at once, finally Puck stood up, spilling his Coke, shut up. What we have to do is let him come here. Patty give him the Kings suite, Mayor have a parade. Pastor have little prayer meeting and laying on of hands. Then take him to our clinic show him how modern medicine and psychological help improves community.
But, listen said Mabble we don't have a golf course. Puck said, you get him in you dream room with all the girls and a shower and golf won't be on his mind but a hole in one will be.
The plan was made, everyone but Puck seemed to be in fear. Puck met him with Pete at the city border. Senator Rick made his finest speech ever as he waved his cane in the air and ended with a united shout of hallelujah.
The parade went straight to Pegs where she had him a fine plater of the best grilled buns with grilled onion burgers your eyes ever saw. He was like a pig at the slop trough. Then out to the church, the preacher passed the pipe, they did a little singing and the deacon laid on hands. He was all smiles as they headed for Mabbles and a shower only he could enjoy. Then to the clinic for a little relaxing before a fun night at the Palace.
He was all smiles as he shook hands to leave, I would like to build a hotel here, he proclaimed. The mayor said no, the town said no, but the family said come and bring your friends.
So when you see him on TV and they say he is unstable, you should look closer, is that a Puck book marker in his pocket, and that sweet smell is not Cologne. That dry throat is being treated with fresh corn syrup. It's true he is not thinking about you, but he is dreaming about Hope. Oh that new redhead in his office, her name is Alivea.
There is hope for you too, in Hope Missouri.
Hope, Hope Missouri(Rich Puckett)
Mr. Smith picked up the paper off the rack by the door and headed to his normal table. Peg called out, "have your coffee there in a sec, hon, you want toast?" Will had been stopping by Ruth's Pigs Heaven every morning for twenty years. He like most of us are creatures of habit. He will have his sweet coffee, a slice of buttered white toast, and if he is feeling wild, add some grape jelly. He will read the paper, leave a dollar and half on the table, went up a quarter last year when the price of coffee went up. Then he will rush to his office, Smith's Family and Business Insurance.
While drinking his coffee, Pete, sheriffs Deputy Pete, would walk in. He would slap Peg on her ample behind, grab a jelly doughnut out of the round glass display. Mouth full stop by Mrs Collions table, how's things down at the clerks office. He wouldn't wait on the answer, and she wouldn't give one. He would slide in the booth across from Alivea, the cute red headed school nurse.
Peg would drop his cup on the table, pinch his ear as she poured the coffee. Alivea would lean over to straighten Pete's tie while giving a good morning and wake up smile on both faces as Pete eyed the morning sun. Well the sun shining on two very nice globs of flesh and he would mumble, why do you have to wear a bra? They would laugh and flirt long after Will had gone.
Joe would bounce in and Peg would run drop a place mat on his stool. That was because Joe was known around town as greasy pants. No, not poopy pants, greasy pants. Joe is the only gas station owner for thirty miles. He is the only mechanic, well to be more clear he was mostly a shade tree mechanic that has a garage. He seemed to always be sitting in oil and grease. Peg would bring him black coffee and crack two eggs, drop them on the grill, and make sure they were over hard.
Joe would take a good look at Alivea's smile, at those same two globs Pete has not taken his eyes off, wave and say, dump that deputy dog and come enjoy a real man. She would laugh, Pete would flip him the bird, Peg would be slapping the eggs on a shiny white glass plate.
Tommy would run in, mom can I have two burgers, with grilled onion to take to school for lunch? Peg would scrawl at him, that no smile, today buddy boy you get ham and cheese and apple pie. She would hand him a brown bag, he would mumble, I never get what I want. Run out to meet up with the Carson twins and go laughing off to school. Always early, never late, as Tommy would say it was the early bird that got the worm. He sure was hoping Suzy Jones would be early and maybe some day she would catch his worm.
Old Mr. Pepper, the crabby town banker, at the only town bank that is so big, he was in fact the only person that worked at the bank. As he would walk in Peg would smile, have your orange juice right over hon, he would just grunt. Slide in the booth, yell in a cranky tone, give me oat meal today, those corn flakes yesterday were stale. Peg would smile, she knew that tomorrow he would say the oat meal was too cold.
Peg would be humming some Beatles tune as Pastor Mark would walk in. He would smile shake hands with every one. Peg would pour his tomato juice, bacon or sausage preacher? He wouldn't say, so she would do two pieces of each and two eggs easy over, heavy on pepper.
The preacher would lean over give Alivea a peck on the cheek making sure no one got a better view of those sweet globes then he did. Knowing if he timed it right she would lean forward and he would see down that bra to the golden mountaintop, it was a game he enjoyed playing every day.
A few others would pop in and out, each but Tommy showing up at lunch as well. This was the daily workings of the small town of Hope, Missouri.
The town joke is they named the place Hope because any one that every lived there hoped to move out. Yet it was a nice town, Mayor Boyer saw to that, streets were clean and houses and yards kept neat. If some one was too old or sick to cut the grass or add a coat of paint when needed. Why the city council would assign a team to do it.
If they were to lazy to do it, Pete would take them fishing, but they never came home with any fish. Strange no one needed to go fishing with Pete but once. Perhaps it was them falling out of the boat in the middle of Black River. Perhaps it was the horrible driving and the knots left on heads from hitting his big pickups roof. Whatever ever the reason, the town was not known for lazy neighbors.
Now Hope had a few other fine things about the town, like a good many Ozark towns. People didn't have to like each other much, might have a fight down in old Sally's hog pen, or grip at the barber shop about old Lees driving.
Yet they loved each other, yes indeed. You see if you were born in Hope, you were family, and family might fight, fuss, get the board used on your backside while going to school, even have a little cheating affair with the neighbors wife. Yet when all was said and done it was family and family stuck together.
When the deacons wife got caught in a threesome with the song leader and piano player, they stood before the church said they were sorry. Of course they were only sorry they got caught, after that when she did threesomes she picked a better place to hide. But as her husband said, it's ok brothers, I forgive you, we are all family. Why there was more hugging and crying and hallelujahs shouted in that church and that's the Sunday that preacher Mark said they should catch a member every week fornicating.
This little town called home too a few hundred folks did more then have the name Hope. They generated hope in a great many small side lines.
There was Mabble who had a nice farm, and for a few bucks you could enjoy one of her four daughters or three sisters or two nieces for a night. Why folks all the way from the state Capitol would drive too Mabbles Stable as the sign says, but not to go horse back riding, though a lot of riding was done there. Bet you never had such a fine Sunday school teacher either, she could say them Bible verses backwards and forwards.
Now Hope is a fine Baptist town, and it's dry town in a dry county. Why if you wanted to go to a bar it was a mighty long drive. Yet, if you need a little medical pick me up and maybe a bit of cards and dancing, and a little strip show by Polly Winkle before you went to Mabbles. If you wanted that, to lift you mental spirits and gain a stronger constitution to treat your wife nice. As you see Pete didn't allow no wife beating in Hope, now a wife might be laughed at for beating a husband, but no man was going to hit a woman. Then if you needed a little mental help, you simply drove out to the Clinic.
Glen's family has been running the Clinic since before the civil war. The whole town appreciated the need, and more then a few daughters had earned college money on the show room pole and a bit more on Glen's. His boys made the finest wine in the state and a many of the tourist, mostly repeat, would say, it was a drink with a show that made you beg for more.
Next farm over old John had the best little corn steel known to dot the earth. Them Tennessee McCoy's have been trying to learn his tricks for years. Why it's so popular that John even sells his medical brew in small cough aide bottles.
But the towns biggest money maker and the pride of the county is Patties Palace. It used to be Patties Motel. Then the council had a meeting, and Mr. Pepper invested some funds. The Puck Boys built some fine green houses, as the place was gutted and rebuilt with such delights as hot tubs and spas and water beds and adult private movies in each room. There is even a remote Clinic there, with finest wine and medical corn anywhere. The high school cheerleaders offer room service.
But what really makes the place is the relaxation lounge. Pucks has the finest cigars, and pipes smelling sweet. Shrunk weed is illegal in Hope. Pucks relaxing smokes signs are posted every where you go. Pucks pays for the church bulletin so their add is on the bottom of each. It's in ever song book cover. They even are in every Bible as a shiny book marker. And to improve prayer meeting every week they spend time praying and passing the pipe. I would say they have the biggest prayer meetings of any church in the state. After a couple of deep pulls, I tell you, you ought go visit and hear the praying and the hallelujahs roll.
So Patties is right on the highway, and I tell you, if you don't preregister for a room, you won't get one. Thus Hope sales some gas and food, and few hogs and cows, but what makes Hope the show piece of the State is the towns family and family take care of family.
As Mr. Smith walks in, Peg says coffees already on Petes table. Gathered at the table was the town shakers. Actually it was three tables together. Everyone was talking at once, finally Puck stood up, spilling his Coke, shut up. What we have to do is let him come here. Patty give him the Kings suite, Mayor have a parade. Pastor have little prayer meeting and laying on of hands. Then take him to our clinic show him how modern medicine and psychological help improves community.
But, listen said Mabble we don't have a golf course. Puck said, you get him in you dream room with all the girls and a shower and golf won't be on his mind but a hole in one will be.
The plan was made, everyone but Puck seemed to be in fear. Puck met him with Pete at the city border. Senator Rick made his finest speech ever as he waved his cane in the air and ended with a united shout of hallelujah.
The parade went straight to Pegs where she had him a fine plater of the best grilled buns with grilled onion burgers your eyes ever saw. He was like a pig at the slop trough. Then out to the church, the preacher passed the pipe, they did a little singing and the deacon laid on hands. He was all smiles as they headed for Mabbles and a shower only he could enjoy. Then to the clinic for a little relaxing before a fun night at the Palace.
He was all smiles as he shook hands to leave, I would like to build a hotel here, he proclaimed. The mayor said no, the town said no, but the family said come and bring your friends.
So when you see him on TV and they say he is unstable, you should look closer, is that a Puck book marker in his pocket, and that sweet smell is not Cologne. That dry throat is being treated with fresh corn syrup. It's true he is not thinking about you, but he is dreaming about Hope. Oh that new redhead in his office, her name is Alivea.
There is hope for you too, in Hope Missouri.
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