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The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 17
Whatever it was the lady put in my tea the previous night, in addition to being some kind of truth serum that made me babble like a...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 16
There are two kinds of people in the world: those who call him Ringo, and those who call him Reginald. His mystery seemed to grow, his...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 15
My mood was considerably changed. I suppose it was the bullets whizzing past our heads, the angry French expletives, and our narrow...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 14
The last orange embers of sunset were fading in the west when we crossed the border into Pennsylvania. Shadows were gathering and sight was dim, but we had clear sky with stars and a gibbous moon overhead. By the moonlight I could see the landscape changing from the...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 13
"There’s just one problem, Bo. We don’t know how to get there.” “We’ll head east and stop to get a map.” “Oh good. So you have some money.” She didn’t wait to hear my answer, which would have been that I had two dollars and fifteen cents. Starting the engine and...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 12
Uncle Ringo pulled up next to us on the motorcycle and removed his helmet. He didn’t bother with formalities, he just gasped with urgency, “Did you get it?” I withdrew the talisman spoon from my pocket and held it up. “May I?” he said. He took the plain wooden spoon...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 11
I was shocked and stunned and a little heartbroken. I spluttered something like, “What? You—? But! You don’t know how to—” “I said get in.” She cast an irrefutable upward glance at me. I started to climb into the passenger seat thinking I might die soon. She had brown...
Interlude – a quick trip to Cancun
Hey everyone! This week I am taking a break from The Saragossa Bottling Company because I am in Cancun exploring venues for a certain 2023 wedding. Adventures? Yes. The first night we stayed in a 5-story stone castle BNB in a Mayan village. We slept under mosquito...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 10
My father related the story to Officer MacAdoo. Mom and the kids were out, and dad was home alone. About an hour earlier, four Frenchmen in black and white striped shirts, red neckerchiefs, and black berets had barged in demanding to know where Reginald was. They all...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 9
I was really starting to get the hang of this car—starting, stopping. We cruised along with the wind in our hair at double the posted speed limit but there was no one around to notice. My anxiety began to turn to joy feeling the intoxication that driving an extremely...
