More Stuff

By Bob Brackin

MORE STUFF contains “Virginia City,” a reminiscence of the author’s three-month stay in Virginia City, Nevada, in 1976; eight poems; and “That Was New York,” an essay based on a trip to New York City in 1983.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 18, 2007
• ISBN: 9781434304933

Bob Brackin

Bob Brackin lives in Orlando, Florida. He’s a 1975 graduate of the University of Central Florida, with a B.A. degree in English.

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Published by AuthorHouse   10/02/2020

ISBN: 978-1-4343-0492-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4343-0493-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2007902880

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Contents

Virginia City

Conversations With Myself

That Was New York

About the Author

Also by Bob Brackin:

Anthology – A Collection of Three Short Books

Odds and Ends

Another Book

Winter Poems

Paperback

Toofer

Stuff

Virginia City

I looked out the window of the airplane at Reno way down below, and the barren landscape surrounding it. I thought I was going to be sick.

In the hold of the plane were my suitcase, and a trunk with books and personal items. In my pocket was my one-way ticket.

Way down there Evelyne was waiting. She was a piano bar entertainer living in Virginia City, whom I’d known when she lived in Florida. She worked various lounges in and around Orlando, and I’d written some song lyrics, which she put to music. We’d even done a benefit concert for a local high school near Orlando. It was in Sanford, at a community center, and I played guitar on a few of the songs. Several of them were songs we’d written.

In 1975, I graduated from college, and sometime after that she and her family moved, and ended up in Virginia City. I’d known her for about two years.

In 1976, I was working some meaningless job in Orlando, and received a letter from her, asking if I’d like to come out and visit. She said she had to go to Ohio for a minor medical procedure for about a week, and said I could watch their place while she and her family were gone. I said, why not just come out permanently.

So, I packed up my stuff, boarded the plane, and was now looking at the desolate landscape below, and I thought I was going to be sick. It was a geographical change I wasn’t even prepared for. It was forsaken looking.

Evelyne met me inside the terminal with two of her three sons. These two were pre-teen, and full of energy. We loaded my stuff in her Land Rover type car, and headed off. We traveled through the outskirts of Reno, past the various housing developments, which sat back off from the highway, and then we started up into the hills.

The two-lane road wound up the mountains, through the trees, and now and then, a deep ravine off to the right. We drove on for what was probably an hour, and we finally came out onto an area that started to level off.