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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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Mid Week Flash Story (How Much Longer Must I Wait For Friday To Arrive! oops…The Aliens Tried To Suppress My Story…)For The Workers Of The World.

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(Serial Flash Story Part 3)




” This is different.  Weird. I think you could be right.”

Sandra took off her gloves.  ” Damn it’s hot,” she glanced at her watch, ” and it’s only seven thirty.  Where are you headed Artell? “

” I have a plan. ” Artell  dropped the fragment against the ground, watching as it spread flat then snapped back to its original shape.  ” Since we have visitors, so close by, I want a record of it – up close and real – a record of exactly what is happening behind that mountain range.”

” Didn’t you hear the warning given over the net? You could go to jail. That area  is crawling with black suits.”

” I know, but once an investigative reporter, well you know… Want to come?  You can be the look out… my backup.”

Sandra gathered up her tools, many of them were old archaeological implements used in well-known digs.  She had been collecting them for twenty years. The hammer she held was the same one Howard Carter used to chip away the plaster seal in the antechamber of Tutankhamen’s tomb in Egypt.  Sandra rubbed the edge of the hammer, then said.

“Your car or mine?”

Artell jumped into the jeep and cleared off the seat next to her.  ” We’d better take mine since who knows what kind of terrain we will be travelling on.”   Sandra grabbed her toolbox and hopped into the passenger seat  as the back wheels spit out stones.

It was a thirty minute ride up to the spot Artell had in mind, plenty of trees for cover and an open view of the valley behind the mountains.  She looked at her watch. It was five after eight.  A stand of pine trees guarded the perimeter of the forest.  They proceeded down the dirt trail.

Cool air flowed through the windows of the jeep producing goosebumps and a thin-film of steam on the window.  Artell put her headlights on.  Sandra hung her head out the window to catch the misty breeze.

“Get the video up and running, Artell, there is something up ahead,”  Sandra whispered as branches brushed her arm,  “Holy schmoley, get down.”

Artell reduced her speed taking care not to get stuck in the road which was half mud and half rocks.  She saw small figures crisscrossing amongst the trees.

” What the…”?   The dimly lit area made it hard to see anything, but gradually Artell glimpsed figures between two and four feet high.

” Let’s get out of here.”  Sandra murmured whipping her head back into the jeep.


To be continued…




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Wednesday Night (Is It Friday Night Yet?? ) Flash Story For The Workers Of The World

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Serial Flash Story




Artell decided she would take a spin on the highway, then exit off onto the gravel road that leads east, it was the direction she last saw the ships as they disappeared behind a range of mountains.

Artell checked her video as she drove, balancing the camera film and the edge of the steering wheel simultaneously- a trick she picked up during ten years of journalistic endeavors.  The gravel road was up ahead. Dust filled her nostrils as the wheels of the jeep gyrated over the loose stones.

Catching Artell’s eye on the side of the road was someone or something.  All she could se was a grey lump hunched over a pile of rocks which had fallen in a rock slide last year.  The vehicle was a half a mile from the object.  Artell placed the Buena Vista Social Club into her cassette player.  Cuban music percolated out of the jeep cajoling her fears into abeyance.  As the jeep approached the form it  sprouted up to six feet and turned towards her.

“Sandra,” Artell shouted and waved out the side of the jeep.

Sandra’s green eyes darted in the direction of the approaching vehicle as she layered some rocks into her tool box.

” Where are you headed in such a rush?”  Sandra said brushing off the red dust covering her overalls.  “You nearly cleaned my clock with that claptrap car of yours.”

” Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Sandra…anyway, what the hell are you doing crouching in the middle of the road?”   Artell slammed the jeep door kicking up even further the cloud of dust produced by her expedient braking. 

” Don’t tell me that you have discovered Nefertiti’s final resting place here in N.Y. ”  Artel bent down.

” Well if you really want to know, I found a piece of dead alien, or maybe a fragment of one of those ships.- look.”  Artell reached for Sandra’s hand.

” Wait, put these on first.”

Artell slipped on the yellow work gloves and knelt gingerly beside Sandra and the pile of silver rocks.  Sandra raised her gloved hand and opened it releasing the object into the air.  It glinted in the light as it bounced a few times off Artell’s glove then nestled into her palm.

It was curved.  Around the edge were hieroglyphs  not recognizable to her.   Artell held it with her other hand and pulled. It stretched then resumed its shape.


To be continued…


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Wednesday / Mid-week Flash-Serial Story For The Workers Of The World

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Hello workers! Today I will be starting a serial – episodic – flash story, another words  a story that unfolds in a serial fashion as ” The Shadow” did in the 1940’s radio show.


Presenting… ” Black “


 The sun shone hard over the horizon.  Its shape was egglike and puffy.  I pulled on my green rubber boots and decided to head south to avoid the network of triangular shaped UFOs that had landed in the fields north of my estate.  There were about forty of them, during the night, flying in perfect formations that sent a red glow over the landscape.

Sweat careened down my spine.  It was ninety-five degrees, yet only slightly past seven in the morning.  I grabbed my binoculars, compass, sunglasses and video.  Cutting through the marshes and swamps I could probably avoid encountering them until I was ready to start filming.

What a week this had been.  Between Neil breaking his arm, the water pump burning out and my editor returning a recently submitted manuscript covered with edit marks – I was ready to embark on one of those UFOs and head to Neptune myself.

The sightings had become quite common in New York.  My farm was fifty miles from the border between New Jersey and Pennsylvania separated by a thin ribbon of water, the Delaware river.  No contact had been reported between the government and the ‘visitors” as the press was referring to them in print.    The tabloids were having a field day.  One of their usually less than credible stories had actually come true.  No one knew where they came from or their intentions.

Maybe it was an interstellar fly over a huge beautiful overwhelming display of their best bag of technical wizardry.  At least that was the theory I clung to. 

Now  where was my … oh, there it is.  Time to move while the heat is still bearable but not yet oppressive.  Pools of condensation formed in my boots, trickling around toes that grasped orange flip-flops.

” You’d better get going, Artell, if you expect to make it back before Sara and Peter arrive,” Neil said as he poured himself some cold coffee from last night’s party.  ” You know they’ll be disappointed if you are not here when they arrive, and for heaven’s sake be careful.”

” Don’t worry, I’ll be back before noon – if everything goes as planned.”

Artell loaded the items in her backpack  and walked to the purple jeep, which they had bought at a sale of military surplus.  Of course, it wasn’t purple when they bought the jeep, Artell’s niece, Sara, had begun painting a purple dragon on it one day and they just continued the process to its natural conclusion.  She started up the engine  expecting the usual sputtering and lurching, but to her surprise – it was smooth. Giving Neil the thumbs up, she drove off down the mile long driveway which streched  to a dirt road and then the super highway.


To be continued…



Serials in television and radio are series that rely on a continuing plot that unfolds in a serial fashion, episode by episode. Serials typically follow main story arcs that span entire seasons or even the full run of the series, which distinguishes them from traditional episodic television that relies on more stand-alone episodes.   From Wikipedia

The Shadow
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“Who knows what evil lurks…?”
The Shadow as depicted on the cover of the July 15, 1939 issue of The Shadow Magazine. The story, “Death From Nowhere,” was one of the magazine plots adapted for the legendary radio drama.

Publication information
Publisher Street & Smith
Condé Nast
First appearance Detective Story Hour
(July 31, 1930)[1] (radio)
The Living Shadow
(April 1, 1931)[1] (print)
Created by Walter B. Gibson
In-story information
Alter ego Kent Allard (print)
Lamont Cranston (radio and film)
Notable aliases Lamont Cranston (print)
Abilities Skilled marksman and martial artist. Master of disguise and stealth. (print)
Able to make himself nearly invisible to the naked eye, can alter and control a person’s thoughts and perceptions. (radio)

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Mid-Week (It’s Almost Friday) Flash Story – For The Workers Of The World

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There was no clear distinction between earth and heaven, the two converged in a black velvet soup of heavy night air.  The only tell tale signs to balance your equilibrium were reflections of moonlight on the black pounding water and flickers of unknown planets and stars in the equally black besotted sky.  Such a feeling of majesty.  Sandpipers skipping and swooping above the waves were the only quiet reminder that this was not a primordial moment in time.


The End


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Wednesday Night ( It’s Almost Friday!) Flash Story For The Workers Of The World / ” Trudging Through Life “

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I could feel a slight tingling at  first, then warmth near my shoulder blades, and before you could say “holy cow ” something ebbed through my skin.  There was no pain – merely a feeling of suppressed wonder and awe.  The growth stopped for a moment, then resumed its intensity.  I craned my neck hoping for a glimpse of my new appendage.  It grew and expanded, thrusting  both up and down from its starting point in the middle of my back.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see the color was red and it was textured.  There was a slight fluttering quality to the shapes I saw.  In an instant I felt a soft pressure on the heels of my feet.  Looking down I realized there were feathers in every hue of red imaginable.  My eyes slid up the shapes surrounding my calves.  A  huge suction of wind passed up through my legs, over my back and I was swept up into the  sunset hanging above my head. 

Airborne I was dazed and dazzled for more than a few minutes.   I took a deep breath.  A feeling of excitement washed over every molecule in my body as the realization came to me that I was now the proud owner of a new set of crimson colored wings. 


The End


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