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The 8:20 Train for Iowa is Leaving the Station: A Short Story

Updated on October 9, 2015
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In New Iberia We Say Goodbye

Maw-Maw wasn’t happy about it but she understood. She hugged her granddaughter, Sarah with an h, and kissed both her cheeks, telling her she loved her. A Cajun woman, age unknown, Maw-Maw had raised Sarah from the time she was five when her parents died in a car accident. Our stay on the banks of Bayou Teche had been a good one, but it was time for us to go.

The old woman turned to me. “Take care of my child, you. You might be a good man. We will see. Remember my warning, William Dale. This little girl doesn’t need more pain so you step up and be the man your mamma wanted you to be. You hear now?”

I told her I would try. What more could I do? What more can any of us do?

We walked four blocks to the bus station under a canopy of magnolias. The heat continued its oppressive ways. Sarah with an h wiped tears from her eyes and looked at me.

“Where we going, Sugar?”

“Well, I just met your family. I figure it’s only fair you meet mine. That means a train ride to Charles City, Iowa. My parents and little Sis still live there on the farm where I grew up, and my mother requested a visit from her only son. Are you up for it?”

We walked another block before she answered.

“You don’t have to introduce me, William Dale. No promises between us, right? We’re just going to enjoy each other like two intelligent adults, but there are no promises. If you don’t want me along I’ll be fine. I’m not some helpless filly who needs a man’s company to fulfill her.”

I took her hand in mine. “No promises. But the thing is, I enjoy being with you. Take that anyway you want. I’m just saying I’m comfortable with you and I’d like you to meet my parents and sister. So let’s just keep doing our thing and see where it leads us, okay?”

She kissed me as we arrived at the bus station. Our bus for New Orleans would leave in an hour. I’d called ahead and knew the train from New Orleans to Charles City left at 8:20. I bought tickets for two on that August afternoon.

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Leaving the Station

All aboard the 8:20, New Orleans to Chicago, leaving on Track Number Nine. The sun was setting in the west, out beyond the levees, beyond Lafayette Cemetery, a steamy day laid to rest as storm clouds approached from the south. Heat lightning charged the air as we stepped off the platform and entered our car. A porter showed us to our cabin, barely room for two but it met our needs.

We splashed water on our faces, and as the train pulled from the station we made our way to the dining car. After we were seated we ordered and then watched the landscape fall behind us.

“Tell me about your family, Sugar,” she said when the food arrived, roast duck for her, sirloin tip for me.

“Corn farmers one and all, Sarah, except for me. I’m the black sheep, the one who figured there was more to life than tilling soil from sun up to sun down. My folks have farmed that land for thirty-five years. It’s in their blood and they love it, although they complain constantly. The weather wins the battle more often than not, and if it isn’t the weather fighting them then it’s a fluctuating market or government regulations that kick their asses. My sister Jeannie is five years younger than me, never married, lived with the folks her entire life, and she’s got the farmer gene too. She’s in charge of the livestock while my dad handles the corn business and mom takes care of the bookwork. They hire when they need to and somehow manage to stay one step ahead of foreclosure. They should be pretty busy when we get there. They’ll probably put us to work as soon as we pull into town.”

“And what happened to you? How did you escape, hon?”

“I went away to college in Oregon on a baseball scholarship. Found out there really is life outside of our two-hundred acres. I got a taste for the big world. I think I was two months into my freshman year when I decided a future as a farmer just wasn’t in the cards.”

Settling in for the Ride

It continued like that as the wheels clattered along the rails, paralleling the Mississippi heading north. We made love with reckless glee, slept the sleep of the dead, woke up and made love again. I found comfort and peaceful solace inside her, the raven-haired beauty with eyes that locked on and wouldn’t let me free. The words of her Maw-Maw rattled in my brain, this woman has been hurt before, be kind to her, treat her with respect, and I silently vowed to do my best.

Seventeen stops, nineteen hours, nine-hundred and thirty-four miles covered, ample time to further delve into each other’s psyches, checking off plus and minus boxes, finding commonalities, weighing differences according to importance, dancing a dance as old as mankind itself, the peacock with once-brilliant plumage, the hen dazzled or not, two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl while Pink Floyd sang in the background.

Memphis falls behind, as does Carbondale, Centralia and Champaign, murky brown waters with barges on one side, flat lands of checkerboard farms on the other, and then the murky brown air ahead signals the impending madness that is Chicago, three-forty-seven on a cloudy afternoon, mid-eighties, the City of New Orleans spits out passengers and Sarah with an h and I head to Track Eleven and our last leg of this particular journey, Chicago to Charles City, the familiar all aboard spoken again and another dinner in the club car as rains pound the tracks and local farmers pray for moderation.

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Home Sweet Home

Be it ever so humble. I had called ahead, so as our train arrived on the outskirts of Charles City, my mother and sister met us at the station. It had been two years since I’d seen them. My mother at one time had been a beauty, my sister still was, rugged Midwest women, solid at the core, cheeks rosy from the wind, sun-beaten and showing a few more wrinkles than the last visit.

“Billy,” my sister squealed, as she always does, and before I could drop my bag she leaped into my arms and hugged me fiercely. My mother waited her turn patiently, as she always does, beaming that smile that warmed my heart from birth to this day. When it was her turn she kissed me on the cheek then held my face in her hands. “You look thinner, William. I think you need some home cooking. And who is this lovely creature with you?”

“Mom, Jeannie, this is Sarah. We met a few weeks ago on the train and we’ve been keeping each other company ever since.”

Sarah was immediately engulfed in hugs, showered with smiles and lavished with gleaming eyes. My mother took her hand. “You are so lovely, dear. What in the world are you doing with this rascal of mine? Well, we can talk all about that later this evening. Let’s get you two home, you can meet the patriarch of this family, take a shower and then we’ll have time to learn all about each other. Come, now, dinner is waiting on us. William, I’ll need to talk to you after dinner.”

The family’s Chevy Tahoe was a short walk away. American all the way for my folks; no foreign cars would be found on their property. A Reagan for President sticker was in the rear window, the last great President according to my dad. I was curious which direction his politics were leaning with an election on the horizon and small farmers dropping like flies.

Our farm was five miles south of Charles City, just off of State Route 218. We drove through the city with Jeannie providing commentary on changes to the town. It looked pretty much the same to me. A few new buildings but mostly the brick storefronts, a few warehouses, a strip mall or two, a landscape dominated by pickup trucks and combines in the distance. Finally mom made a right turn and followed our driveway two-hundred yards to the farmhouse of my youth, a two-story with wraparound porch and shaded by three huge chestnut trees. The paint was chipped more than I remembered, the porch sagged a bit more, the whole place looking tired and worn out.

The front door opened as we got out of the Tahoe and my father, Benjamin James Dale, walked out to greet us. He had always been a big man, larger than life to me, but the man descending the steps had shrunken somehow. Skin hung from once massive arms. His clothes seemed to hang on him as if by magic. During the two years I had been gone he had been…..deleted. But his smile was as large as his reputation, and his handshake still threatened to break the bones in my hand. He slapped me on the shoulder then, in a totally unexpected show of emotion, gave me a hug.

“William Anthony Dale, you can tell me about yourself over dinner. Right now you have to tell me all about this beautiful woman who seems to be lost. How else do we explain the fact that she seems to be with you? My God, you are a lovely woman. Benjamin James Dale is my name. And you are?” And just like that, Sarah with an h was accepted and part of the family.

After Dinner

Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, salad from the garden and of course, corn-on-the-cob, a meal so large it made me feel guilty for eating it but, of course, I managed to do so. Dad talked about the farm, the price of corn plummeting, the damned government not caring about the farmers, the cost of feed, the weather holding off just one more week and they might be able to pay bills this year, the John Deere needing some work done, a continual litany familiar to any farmer in any state. Mom filled us in on the local gossip, the deaths, the births, the divorces and the scandals. And it seemed that Jeannie had a boyfriend, some guy new to the area, worked in IT, went to the same church, had all his teeth and actually carried on an intelligent conversation.

They learned of my travels, learned about Sarah, hinted that we made a charming couple, and then it was time to clear the dishes and sit on the porch for a glass of wine. Mom brought a wine decanter out, poured wine for dad, Sarah and Jeannie, then asked me to help her wash dishes while the others visited.

Long story short, my dad was dying. Cancer had invaded and no Yankee stoicism could combat it. He had six months, don’t you know, and there would be no mournful weeping in that household, she just wanted me to know and yes, without being some kind of burden, they could use some help on the farm since dad wasn’t able to do as much as he once could and was too damned stubborn to admit it.

I held her then as the tears began, patted her gently on the back and rocked her as she had me many years ago. My tears met hers on the floor of that old farmhouse, forming a puddle of melancholy, and when we had cried ourselves out I told her I’d stay and do what I could to help out.

“That’s settled, then,” she said. “Let’s go join the others before they think we’re ignoring them.”

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BEDTIME

That night I held Sarah in my arms and told her the strongest man I’d ever known was dying.

“I have to stay here and help out. He can’t do it without help, and Mom and Jeannie can’t do enough to make a difference. I know we planned on going west but this is where I need to be right now. I’m sorry!”

“Shhh, Sugar. This is where you need to be for sure.” She kissed me. “I completely understand.”

“And what about you, Sarah? I could meet you out west in a year or so. No promises, right? But if you decide you want some company down the road, I could come visit.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“What will you do, then? Go home to Maw-Maw?”

“No, I don’t think so. I think I’m going to spend some quality time right here in Charles City. Maybe find me a fella, see where that leads. Would you happen to know of any eligible fellas around here?”

“Are you serious?”

“Shut up, Sugar, and make love to me. It’s all been decided. Like most men, you’re just too damned dense to realize it.”

THANKS FOR FOLLOWING ALONG ON THE TRAIN RIDE

I hope you enjoyed this short story. Maybe one day we’ll catch up with William Dale and Sarah with an h again. I suspect things will go quite well for them. They both come from good stock, they’ve both paid their dues and I think good times are right around the corner. I like them both and I wish them well.

2015 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)

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      Old Poolman 20 months ago

      Billy my friend, these are just awesome stories. I could read these one after another and never get bored. You have a true gift and I appreciate you sharing your talent with all of us.

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      Devika Primić 20 months ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      A great way to show off your writing skills.

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      Janine Huldie 20 months ago from New York, New York

      Loved the ending and definitely gives some hope to us all on this Friday morning! Have a great weekend, Bill ;)

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Mike, thank you for the very kind words. You have no idea how much that means to me. :) Have a superb weekend, my friend.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you DDE...a great way to "practice" my writing skills. :)

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Happy Friday Janine! I'm so glad you enjoyed the story. I didn't think those two would ever "tie the knot." :)

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      Nithya Venkat 20 months ago from Dubai

      Enjoyed reading this story and yes good times are ahead for them.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I think they are, Vellur. I wish them well with their lives together, and I thank you!

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      Marlene Bertrand 20 months ago from Northern California, USA

      This is a beautiful love story. I am glad I got a chance to meet Bill and Sarah and while I know they are fictional characters, they feel so real and I can't help but wish them well.

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      Larry kitzmann 20 months ago

      Is this heaven? It- it's Iowa. Could have sworn it was heaven.......

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      LOL.....Larry, have a great day in your own Field of Dreams. Thank you!

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Marlene. They send their best to you as well.

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      Linda Lum 20 months ago from Washington State, USA

      Oh Bill, don't leave us there. I want more and more. My goodness, you are a craftsman. I love how in just a few paragraphs you give us a story with so much heart and characters we feel we have known for years. Thank you for a great start to the end of this week.

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      Ann Carr 20 months ago from SW England

      I like them both too, bill. What great characters you have here. I was watching all that scenery go by on their journey; it was alive and shouting. A good ending often has a touch of sadness with an overall feeling of happiness and hope - and that's exactly what you've given us here, bill.

      Brilliant!

      Have a fun Friday and a wondrous weekend!

      Ann

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      Venkatachari M 20 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Beautiful story. And the journey of 19 hours is a great one. I used to travel for 32 hours to reach my hometown while I was working in Northern India. Thanks for this wonderful journey. Will be waiting for the next tour now. Till then, wish you all the best.

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      Karen Szklany Gault 20 months ago from New England

      Thanks for giving us a third installment of the adventures of William Dale and Sarah. ~:0) Enjoying the "ride" so far.

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      FlourishAnyway 20 months ago from USA

      Sometimes it does happen just that fast. Big moments bind us.

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      John Hansen 20 months ago from Queensland Australia

      I loved this story Bill, and the ending was perfect...real feel good (except for his dad having cancer). Wonderfully descriptive as always.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Well thank you so much, Linda! I enjoyed these characters so it was easy to write about them. I'm happy you enjoyed them too.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Ann, thank you so much. This turned out longer than I had planned but I didn't want to say goodbye to these characters. I related to them easily and I'm happy so many of you felt the same.

      Happy weekend, dear friend.

      bill

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Venkatachari M. I'm so glad you enjoyed their journey. 32 hours? That is a serious commute. :)

      blessings to you

      bill

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I'm glad to hear that, Mama! William and Sarah send their best to you and say thank you.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Very true, Flourish. I know it has for me.

      Happy weekend my friend and thank you.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you John! I have to admit I enjoyed this story as well. I really liked these characters and I'm glad all of you did as well.

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      William Leverne Smith 20 months ago from Hollister, MO

      My kind of story, for sure. Love it. You had me with the farm images, of course... When Sarah spoke, the tears arrived, in abundance! Never suspected! Neat! ;-)

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Aww, thanks Bill. I have a farmer's heart for sure. My characters just had to end up in Iowa. I wouldn't have it any other way. :)

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      Shyron E Shenko 20 months ago from Texas

      Bill, very touching and interesting story, with an almost happy ending. Having lived on a farm, I can understand how life is.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Shyron. Many of my stories focus on farming. It's in the blood and I always want to give a shout out to farmers everywhere.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 20 months ago from Victoria, Australia

      Love it, and really looking forward to more.

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      Michael-Milec 20 months ago

      Must be : the dreams are coming true. A slow learner following you my friend is nearing to realization: dare to dream, create a dream, pursue it into full accomplishment soon after 8:20.

      Wishing you great and blessed weekend.

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      manatita44 20 months ago from london

      William Dale and Sarah with an h. Great story, and yes, why not meet again! Bodes well. Peace this weekend, Bro.

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      Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon 20 months ago from United Kingdom

      It's a sweet ending, Bill. For now. Maybe we could check back in a year or so and see how Bill and Sarah with an h are doing?

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Blossom. I don't know if these people are going to return, but I enjoyed getting to know them.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Michael my friend, I am so happy to hear that. spread those wings, Michael. We were meant to fly.

      blessings always

      bill

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Perhaps they will, Manatita. Time will tell, my friend.

      Thank you!

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Zulma! I enjoyed these characters. Whether they reappear at a later date, we shall see. Perhaps they will pop up in a novel down the road. :)

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      Maria Jordan 20 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

      Dear Bill,

      I love how you leave the door open with these two soul mates...a beautiful and gratifying love story.

      Hope your weekend is great. Love, Maria

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      mckbirdbks 20 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Bill. I guess you can go home again. There is a real richness here. I could see the miles of America passing by through the train window. We knew the Dad was ill when he stepped through the door to greet them. I also liked the warm reception the travelers received at both homesteads.

      I sense that you can really build on this group.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 20 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Enjoyed this and your writing took me on the visits and the train ride.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Maria! I like these two characters too much not to leave the door open. Maybe we'll stop and see them again in the near future.

      love,

      bill

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Mike, thank you! I do enjoy writing short stories. Maybe I'll make time for one each week. We'll see.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I'm glad to hear that, Gypsy! That was my goal. Thank you!

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      Shauna L Bowling 20 months ago from Central Florida

      I like them both too, Bill. I'm glad Sarah with an h decided to stay with William Dale and help out on the farm. I can't help but wonder what would have happened had they not met on the train. William probably would have learned of his father's death after the fact and been plagued with guilt and regret. It will be hard for the family to watch Benjamin die, but at least they'll be together until his time to move on.

      This was a wonderful story, Bill. Just enough sex to steam the senses and love of family to strengthen our moral fiber.

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      Mary Craig 20 months ago from New York

      Bill, you are a writer! You've made these two characters familiar and loved in these short stories. I bet Sarah with an h would be honored by your telling!

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      Larry Rankin 20 months ago from Oklahoma

      As always, wonderfully written.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Sha! I really enjoyed these people...they were real to me and evidently others felt the same way. My work is done. :)

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      The nicest words a writer can hear, Mary...you are a writer! Thank you my friend.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Larry! I greatly appreciate it.

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      drbj and sherry 20 months ago from south Florida

      Your talent, Bill, made these two characters (and others) come alive for us which makes it so difficult to say good-bye to them. Perhaps it will just be 'Au revoir' - until we meet again.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you so much, drbj. I really do appreciate your kind words of support.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 20 months ago from The Caribbean

      I certainly enjoyed this episode of William Dale and Sarah with an h, and would like to meet them again. I like how everything fell into place towards a pleasant ending. What an effective story teller you are!

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Dora...very much. I suspect this isn't the last we hear of these two characters.

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      Frank Atanacio 20 months ago from Shelton

      thank you for taking us through the modern day petty-coat junction type train ride.. loved the series my friend bless you

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Frank. I love it...petty coat junction. I had forgotten all about that show.

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      Deb Hirt 20 months ago from Stillwater, OK

      Love this story. The farm sounds like a great place to be. If you have room, I want to come to help out, learn about farming, and take pictures of birds. Maybe I'll find some good birds in those parts.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I suspect you will, Deb. They have a spare bedroom so you're always welcome. :)

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      Eric Dierker 20 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Shucks I was crying when dad came out to meet 'em. I would suspect "William" or "Billy" will hook up with that IT beau and start going organic with the farming and selling online. Of course Dad will find remission in the strict natural organic foods and jr. is just a tick away. Thanks for setting my mind on such a journey.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Well shoot, Eric, you just wrote the next chapter. Thank you! I'll share the revenues with you when it gets turned into a movie. :)

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      Lawrence Hebb 20 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

      Bill

      Great to hear that 'Bill and Sarah with a h' worked things out, or at least they're doing that. Great story and I hope we visit sometime.

      Lawrence

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Lawrence! Stop by any old time.

      bill

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      Paula 20 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      There are people who write....gracing paper with words. There are writers who create magic. Have a wonderful day, Mr. Copperfield.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Awww, thank you Sis! I love creating with words...it is such a rush.

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      Linda Crampton 18 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Like you, I like William Dale and Sarah with an h and wish them well. I'm glad they ended up together!

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      Bill Holland 18 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I'm glad, Alicia. It's the first time I've written about "normal people" and it's nice to have them embraced.

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