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chin strap on that weave. You don't want it, you don't want it blowing off. That's for

show. Got two good stories. Hope you guys love them. All right, here we go.

Here's an email from California from a Hollywood screenwriter believe it or not. He didn't say

whether I could use his name or not, so I don't think I will, but I've actually talked to him on

the phone. It's a real interesting guy. And we talked about how he goes through the process of

coming up with ideas and writing screenplays and it was real interesting, but this story is about

his cousin in Louisiana. So as a California boy writing about his cousin in Louisiana or as we say

Louisiana. He writes, my cousin is a nurse in Rustin, Louisiana, although at the time she lived just

outside the city and the little town of Chowderon. She lived in a trailer on her mother's property,

several hundred yards away from the main house. They have an acreage property set back in the woods,

not too far from the train tracks that run through the area. One night my cousin had just finished

her graveyard shift at the hospital in Rustin. She was tired after the long shift and was returning

home to his children around 3 a.m. There have been several accidents on the road near her home where

it comes across the train tracks and the bushes and the woods near the tracks and the odd bend in

the road can make it treacherous if drivers don't pay close attention. There are no railroad crossing

signals on the road and if you have your music too loud you might not hear the train. More than one

car has smacked into the train which is always a losing proposition. She approached the tracks and

although she was exhausted she was careful to come do a stop and crack her window a bit to listen

for the train. There were no lights coming or train sounds coming down the tracks and whether

window cracked she took the opportunity to light a cigarette while she stopped. As she put the

cigarette into her mouth and fished around in her purse for a lighter a huge hairy hand with a

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