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Wednesday Night Photo Grouping For The Workers Of The World

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“The only time to eat diet food is while you’re waiting for the steak to cook”

Julia Childs

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Wednesday Night Photo Grouping For The Workers Of The World

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This post is dedicated to,

Crystal Lee Jordon who was the inspiration for the Movie ” Norma Rae”.  Her book is titled ” A Woman Of Inheritance”   She died in 2009.

From Wikipedia,

Crystal Lee Jordan (née Pulley; December 31, 1940 – September 11, 2009)[1], also known as Crystal Lee Sutton, was an American union organizer and advocate who gained fame during the early 1970s. She was fired from her job at the J.P. Stevens plant in Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina for trying to unionize its employees. She was earning $2.65 an hour folding towels. The poor working conditions she and her fellow employees suffered compelled her to join forces with Eli Zivkovich, a union organizer, and attempt to unionize the J.P. Stevens employees. “Management and others treated me as if I had leprosy”, she stated.

She received threats and was finally fired from her job. But before she left, she took one final stand, filmed verbatim in the 1979 film Norma Rae.

“I took a piece of cardboard and wrote the word UNION on it in big letters, got up on my work table, and slowly turned it around. The workers started cutting their machines off and giving me the victory sign. All of a sudden the plant was very quiet…”[

 Jordan was physically removed from the plant by police, but the result of her actions was staggering. The Amalgamated Clothing and Textile Workers Union won the right to represent the workers at the plant on August 28, 1974. Jordan later became a paid organizer for the ACTWU.



“Norma Rae ” the film, says something that was never said before so distinctly and will never be said again.  It is the definitive statement on why unions matter.


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“We cannot seek achievement for ourselves and forget about progress and prosperity for our community… Our ambitions must be broad enough to include the aspirations and needs of others, for their sakes and for our own.”

Cesar Chavez-

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Wednesday Night Flash Story For The Workers Of The World

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( Serial Flash Story)

A few years later…11:30 a.m., Seattle, Washington USA


” You make me feel so young, you make me feel like spring has sprung, every time I see you  grin, I am such a happy, individual….”

The sound of frothing milk, slurping and strains of a Frank Sinatra song filled the small coffee shop.  Raphaella looked across the room, then responded to the thin man sitting across from her.

” That scuttlebutt has been hanging around San Francisco for at least two years, and I have been working on this case for a year, ever since Neil Muniz’s sister asked me to start a missing person search on him.”

She was now sorry she had taken the time to fly up to Seattle.  It would take another two hours for the return trip, which would make her late for her two o’clock appointment with a new client.  And that client was paying.

” Mr. Helleborne, what it all boils down to is that without that tape, it is a non-story, a rumour for conspiracy theorists.”

” But Raphaella, if I may be so brash as to call you that.”  The little man pulled his tweed jacket tight while glancing at the entrance of the Slow Joe Cafe.

” Listen, I just don’t have the time to look into this case any further.  Time is money and right now, I am running low on both.”

“Please.” The man’s voice was trembling.

Raphaella slid on her green raincoat.

“Your friend was scheduled to meet us here at nine.  It is now eleven-thirty.  It looks like another dead-end.  I have to go.”  Raphaella gathered up her notebook and shoved it into her bag.

” The same thing happened in Brazil.  Tapes were everywhere and the evidence was ignored.  Now the tape that you described… well it would be hard to explain away.  Look, I have another client waiting in San Francisco, good luck.  It would be a hell of a story if you were to get that tape.'”  She handed her card to him, and walked out the door into a wall of rain.

Mr. Helleborne watched as Raphaella’s purple umbrella turned the corner and disappeared.  The card read Gator-Eye Investigations.  He sipped the remainder of his espresso and left.

A few minutes later, a tall figure in a rumpled brown suit walked into the Slow Joe Cafe.  Shaking water from his cap, he searched the cafe then shuffled to the table by the front window.  He tossed the manila envelope onto the table, knocking the half drunk cappuccino over.  Seconds later he was gone.

The waitress came over to clean up.  She picked up the stained envelope, and dropped it in the trash can.

 “What a mess, sometimes people are such…oh, what’s the use.”  She made her way to the door, flipped the open sign to closed, and headed to the back room.




The End




FYI -Thanks to all my readership over the last year,  A Pale Green Mermaid Blog will be closed for approx. 3 weeks due to unforeseen events.


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Wednesday Night Flash Story (“Blonde and sweet,” Just take your coffee Sam, and next time, ask for cream and sugar will ya, please?”) For All The Workers Of The World.

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( A serial flash story)




” You have fifteen minutes,” Sandra said.  ” Before the soiree begins… then they will be all over us  like a monarch butterfly on a milkweed pod.”

Artell didn’t know who she feared most, the impending military brigade, or the strange ships gliding into the valley.  She scanned the area making sure to keep herself hidden.

The two largest ships were long and shaped like a tube, resting on legs that protruded from the craft.  Adjacent to them were three traditional looking saucers.  They were shaped like a mexican sombrero with pulsating lights of green and red circling counter-clockwise.  The last three ships were triangular with blue flashing lights skirting the lip of the ships.  Two of the triangular ships hovered above, while a third ship remained stuck.  Mild waves were being released from the base of the hovering ships, producing slight vibrations in the ship below.

Sandra pointed to the right side of the valley.  ” Look over there.”

Artell saw a group of figures.  Some were tall and thin with yellow skin, others had short bodies and small heads covered with blue-grey skin and gills with a reddish tinge.  The rest were similar to the creatures they encountered in the forest.  All were engaged in discussions.  She raised her camera and checked the adjustments.  The eyepiece slid against moist skin settling into her eye socket.  Searching for the best view, she stumbled over the rocks until she found an opening that encompassed the developing scene.

Artell lay on her abdomen and started filming.  The whirring of the camera matched the volume of thoughts that folded into her head.  Time was flickering  in and out of reality.  She thought deeply,  maybe for the first time in her life.  ‘ Would the human race be able to face the challenge, or was this the cusp of life as we know it?”  The camera whirred.

” Artell, let’s go.”

The thumping of boots against mud filled the air.

The camera kept filming.

Artell could hear her friend fighting and yelling.  The camera filmed.

Gloved hands grasped her shoulders.  Artell pushed the digital send button on the video. ‘ Neil will be getting quite a surprise when he opens his email,’   She thought as a cloud of black descended over her vision.



to be continued…


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Wednesday Night Flash Story(How many more pickles must I stuff into this jar before I can leave for the day, Harry?) For The Workers Of The World

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(Serial Flash Story Part 5)




” Take that trail, there to the left, it should lead to the ridge above the valley.”  Artell said.  The persistent flutter  of helicopter propellers could be heard pounding through the clouds.

” Sandra you dropped your flashlight.”

Sandra started looking through the vines covering the forest floor.

” Get going, Sandra, or we’ll never….”

” shhh… listen,” said Sandra.  ” The helicopters are getting closer.”

” More reasons to keep moving.”  Artell was several yards ahead and quickly climbing the hill.

Sandra cocked her head.  She gazed back to the edge of the forest.  A steady vibration of air racked the trees. 

” I’d know that noise anywhere after two tours in Vietnam.  Troops are being deployed,” Sandra said.  ” The military are here.”

” If we move fast and low, we should be able to make it up that hill. ”  Artell pulled on Sandra’s backpack nearly knocking her down.  ” The only way out is up, Sandra.  Time to tango.”

Adrenaline made the hike up the mountainside feel like a fifty- yard dash.  Bloodied and bruised from the underbrush, they reached the crest of the ridge.  The sight was enmeshed in fractured light.  There were eight ships.  Some were on the ground, some were maneuvering above the ground, one had crashed.  The nose of the ship was stuck in the mud.  Sandra searched the area behind them.  She could see nothing, but heard the click of safety releases on weapons, and the dull hum of sight locators mixed with muffled orders.


To be continued…


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synchronistic coincidence?  On ABC  a show premiered about UFO’s using the same term as I am using in my story  for the aliens (the visitors)…as an FYI this story is several years old so it seems to be a synchronistic coincidence although, Carl Jung says there are no coincidences.. hopefully it portends nothing..

By the by this story is inspired by an actual sighting of an actual UFO, in 1973, by me – and  I’m not talking about no dot of light… it was a bona fide saucer, a flat disc with a cap on top , red and green lights moving around the cap – well …some of us are lucky and some of us are not … that is my only explanation!  I will detail the specifics at the end of flash story…( I actually worked for MUFON for a short time gathering other accounts)


And yes I did work in a pickle factory for about one week…too cold- that’s right, I have a very… how shall I say this? checkered career, but somebody’s gotta be the one… I wear the moniker with pride!


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Wednesday Flash Story (Time For Another Latte Break, Jerry) For The Workers Of The World

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(Serial Flash story, Part 4)




” No Way ,”  Artell whispered, ” this is what we came here for.” 

The figures hadn’t noticed the jeep yet.

Artell watched as they drifted around the forest in concentric patterns, releasing beams of light that emanated from their hands then entered their foreheads.

” Artell.  Backup, before they notice this truck.  It is too dangerous to stay here.”

Artell jammed the jeep into gear searching for reverse.  ” you’re right, we need film of their ships.” She pushed the clutch in and slowly backed up.

” Watch it! ”  Sandra said in a hoarse whisper.  The jeep slammed into a tree making a large  crunching noise. They both stopped breathing.

The figures continued to mingle and fly around the forest.  ” They must be in some sort of trance, otherwise we would both be on a laboratory table by now,” Artell said. 

” Cripes, why did I ever come with you.”  Sandra searched her tool box for something she could use for defense.

” You watch, and I’ll back it up again.”  Artell carefully repositioned the truck, and hit reverse again.  Sandra with pick axe  in hand, was mesmerized by the scene before her.  She counted forty- five of the small creatures.  The beams they released were in various  colors and intensities.

The jeep burst into daylight.

“I’ll head down Bear Tavern road, then we can hike up and avoid any further encounters.  ”  There was no time for Artell to digest what she had seen.  She must retain her focus if they were to survive. 

It took fifteen minutes to reach the base of the mountain.  Artell parked the jeep in a bed of brush with the roof peeking out above a mound of cattails.  She popped the trunk, reached for her camera and seized a handful of film.  Sandra sorted through her tool box adding the flash light to her pick axe, which she jammed into her Dutch military pouch.  Their eyes met for a split second.  With faint smiles they began trampling toward the thick of the forest.


To be continued…


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