“Hey, you hear that?” Starsky asked.
“Hear what?”
“That chirping sound. You don’t hear it?”
“That’s a cricket. What about it?” asked Hutch.
“Well, it sounds like it’s in the house.”
“I don’t think so. It’s clearly coming from outside.”
“No, it’s not. It’s too loud to be coming from outside. It’s inside, I’m tellin’ ya!”
“Starsk, crickets make loud noises. It’s probably right outside the greenhouse on the steps or something.” Continue reading
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Sky Full of Song
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Of Crickets and Men by Daisy Morgan Starsky/Hutch Slash/Ship Safe For Work |
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1956
Bay City, California
A bored, lonely, and angry Dave Starsky sat on the front stoop of his new home. He’d been in Bay City — three thousand miles from his real home in Brooklyn, where his mom, baby brother, and friends lived — all of two days. Not for the first time, he was thinking about running away. To where, he didn’t know. After all, his mom didn’t want him anymore, so maybe that wasn’t his real home after all.
Maybe I should go to Arizona or New Mexico, become a cowboy. Home on the range. Ride horses, rope cows, eat beef jerky… Or maybe I could be a race car driver like Johnny Dark…
His aunt, who was a bookkeeper, rudely interrupted his plan-making with a kiss on top of his overgrown hair and a pat on his T-shirt-clad back. She had changed from her house dress to a flowery shirtwaist dress, thin white gloves, hose, low-heeled blue shoes, and a boxy pink hat that sat cock-eyed on her dark, wavy hair. If she kept the books here, she wouldn’t hafta get all dressed up. Continue reading
After Starsky and Hutch left the alley behind the ‘In and Out Tavern,’ they stopped at the Pits for a late lunch. The place was busy and they were well into their burgers and beers before Huggy had time to join them, bringing his own brown bottle. His expression was sly as he slid into the booth across from them. “What’s this I hear about you two hobnobbing with ah-rees-toe-crats?”
Starsky couldn’t hide his surprise. “Where’d you hear about that?”
Huggy’s sly turned to smug. “Minnie kept digging after you left. She called me. Told me about your new case.”
“You’re right, Huggy,” Hutch said. “Lady Hanover, is definitely upper crust.” Continue reading
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Finding Home by M H E Priest Gen Safe for Work |
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A Favor For Dobey |
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If I could paint a picture, at the center there’d be two
Surrounded by the sights and sounds of that Bay City view.
I’d paint a picture filled with greens: soft grass and leaves on trees,
Plants that fill up Venice Place grown with care, providing peace.
I’d daub the canvas with deep blue: the indigo of Starsky’s eyes –
Flashing with anger; filled with joy or shining with love that never dies.
My brush would find those golden gleams: sparkling gold of Hutch’s hair;
Bestowing, with his twinkling smile, drops of light everywhere.
A stroke of candy apple red would make a wheeled courageous steed
Carrying two brave modern knights towards those places where there’s need.
With purple, I would paint the coat that clothes a friend called Huggy Bear.
I’d catch his speech in silver tones that convey his love for that special pair.
I’d dip my brush in choc’late brown to paint teddy bear soft eyes:
Dobey’s love for his adopted sons conveyed in liquid pools, so wise.
Over the canvas, I’d weave a spell, combining colors as they wend
That makes a scene from my mind’s eye of love and friendship without end.
But I cannot paint so I must use the colors of words to paint this scene
To try to describe the Bay City boys and everything they’ve come to mean.
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Waking Up Slow by kat-byrd Starsky/Hutch Slash/Ship Safe For Work |
Whatcha got there, Starsk?
A list of summer jokes.
Summer jokes?
Yeah.
Like what?
You sure you want to hear them?
Sure. Go ahead.
Okay then… ahem:
What is brown, hairy, and wears sunglasses?
I don’t know. My partner?
No dummy, a coconut on its summer holiday!
What else you got?
What do sheep like to do in the summer?
I have no idea.
Have a baa-baa que!
You got any funny jokes?
How about this one:
What does the sun drink out of?
Did you make up these jokes yourself?
Sunglasses!
I think I’ve heard enough.
Wait, a couple more!
Just finish them up so we can go for a swim in that beautiful blue ocean behind us.
Okay, I promise you’re gonna like this one:
What do bees say in summer?
I thought you said these would be funny.
Swarm, isn’t it?
Okay, that WAS pretty funny.
Last one. Here goes:
I heard Humpty Dumpty had a terrific summer!
But he had a horrible fall.
Thank you, I’ll be here all week.
I’m not sure I will, if I have to listen to any more of your jokes.
