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Odds and Ends
Odds and Ends
Odds and Ends
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Odds and Ends

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Odds And Ends is a collection of stories, essays, and poems.  It is the author’s second published book.

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PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateAug 11, 2004
ISBN9781418442927
Odds and Ends
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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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    Odds and Ends - Bob Brackin

    © 2004 Bob Brackin. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 10/02/2020

    ISBN: 978-1-4184-4290-3 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4184-4291-0 (hc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4184-4292-7 (e)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2004093772

    Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models,

    and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

    Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

    Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

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    Table of Contents

    The Fumes of Eema Jeema

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    Somewhere in the Middle

    Poems

    Solitude

    Uncle Joe

    The Guitar

    It’s All Gravy Or It’s All Downhill

    Mom

    Crime Spree

    Pork Chops and Kidney Stew

    Stories

    A Lesson in the Classics

    The Spider

    Canvas

    A Final Few Words

    The Fumes of Eema Jeema

    I took a shower and went into my room. I got into my twin bed. My brother had taken a shower too and had gotten into his twin bed.

    I was in kindergarten or first grade, it was a weekend afternoon, and between us was a 16mm movie projector.

    We lived in Millington, Tennessee. My father was an instructor at the Naval Air Technical Training Center, and had access to actual WWII film footage. We’d get him to bring reels home, and on the weekend we’d watch them.

    I’m told sometimes it was just my brother and I. Sometimes the room was packed with neighborhood kids. It was a weekend event.

    I remember one of the reels. It was black-and-white footage taken on Iwo Jima. In one part American troops were spewing a stream from a flame-thrower into a cave. I think Japanese came out on fire.

    They were films of Iwo Jima. For some reason I called them the Fumes of Eema Jeema. I thought it was pretty good stuff.

    We lived in one-story brick row housing, with four units to a row. It was Navy housing, but it wasn’t on a base. We lived in the middle-right unit.

    I was friends with the kid in the middle-left unit. One day he made me mad and I chased him around the corner to the back. He went inside his door and locked it. He felt safe.

    The back doors had small window panes on the upper half, and he put his nose against a pane, stuck his thumbs in his ears, and wiggled his fingers at me.

    I hit him in the nose, broke the glass, and got some small cuts on my hand. It was a stupid thing to do. Fortunately, he wasn’t hurt.

    I grew up and retained my interest in war documentary film footage. In my early 30s I’d watch the 26-episode World at War series. It aired on television occasionally.

    I had a new girlfriend and she’d reluctantly watch it with me. She finally refused to watch it again because she dreamed one night that Nazis were chasing her.

    I have to pick and choose my spots these days, but I still find WWII documentary film footage interesting.

    Esky

    I arrived in Key West in 1959. My dad was in the Navy and we were transferred there. I was in the fifth grade.

    We lived in a rental house on Staples Avenue. It had a dirt driveway, with a tall palm tree at the end, and a low stone wall out front.

    Next door was a local lady who saved newspapers. They were piled up on her front screen porch. She also had several daughters. The youngest was Betty Rose. When she

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