PAT CHANEY
Bio
I am a child of the Sixties; 50% Hippie and 50% Militant with a Bohemian flair. My career as a Healthcare Claims Configuration Consultant allowed me to travel all over the U.S.....saw many places and things that inspire my writing.
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JUST LIKE JASPER
JUST LIKE JASPER I was running low on gas and pulled up to the gas pump and turned the engine off in my ’66 Ice Blue Fastback Mustang. I noticed a brand new Gold-Colored Camero at the other gas pump as I was about to exit my car….then a Handsome Brother came out of the store and walked to the Camero. He gave me the nod when he noticed me. My brother’s girlfriend Maxine burst through the door and headed for the Camero but then spotted me.
By PAT CHANEY5 years ago in Humans
JIMI JEFFREY SLIGHT RETURN
JIMI JEFFREY SLIGHT RETURN The Summer of 2021 is approaching and we are facing a drastically changed Society and World. Although The Rona Virus has been contained to a degree it has not been completely eradicated so Social Life is still in Limbo. Economically the World has been impacted and especially the Music Industry as music festivals and live concerts in venues are a thing of the past.
By PAT CHANEY6 years ago in Beat
Just Like Jasper
JUST LIKE JASPER Circa June 1969 Chevron Gas Station in Corcoran California I was running low on gas and pulled up to the gas pump and turned the engine off in my ’66 Ice Blue Fastback Mustang. I noticed a brand new Gold-Colored Camero at the other gas pump as I was about to exit my car… then a Handsome Brother came out of the store and walked to the Camero. He gave me the nod when he noticed me. My brother’s girlfriend Maxine burst through the door headed for the Camero but then spotted me.
By PAT CHANEY6 years ago in Humans
Colonel Allensworth's Dream of a Black Utopia
My father’s parents settled in Allensworth, California as near as I can confirm around the 1940s. Granny Annie as we called her had a little white house with an outhouse in the back. The summer of 1960 we began our Tradition of visiting her every other Sunday. I dreaded these visits, because Granny did not have a TV, and there was nothing to do out there except count the tumbleweeds. I resigned myself to this Journey as long as we got home in time to see The Wonderful World of Disney, which came on TV at 7 PM.
By PAT CHANEY6 years ago in The Swamp
The Black Cowgurls
Rarely can one conjure up a realistic image of a Black Cowgurl unless it’s from a movie such as Gang of Roses [2003] starring; Monica Calhoun, Lil’ Kim and Stacy Dash. There’s also They Die by Dawn [2013] with Erika Badu based on real life characters in Langston Oklahoma an All Black Town.
By PAT CHANEY6 years ago in Viva
Uncle Herman and the ET'S
Circa 1957: Angola Migrant Farm Camp Central California Everyone has that one uncle who is a little different. For me it was Uncle Herman, two years older than my sweet mama. Nothing was ever said to us about him, but it was something that you inherently knew at an early age.
By PAT CHANEY6 years ago in Futurism
Sunrise City
The summer of 1959 I was eight years old when my family was uprooted from Angola, the migrant camp we called home located approximately 10 miles southwest of Corcoran, California. Named after the cotton gin nearby, but now due to mechanization there was no need for human cotton pickers any longer. The owners decided to tear down the camp and clear the land displacing at least twenty families.
By PAT CHANEY6 years ago in Horror
Me and Black Sambo
My first grade teacher was beautiful and looked a lot like a younger version of the movie star Sofia Loren. Fresh out of the Peace Corps, she, like so many others of her generation, was out to save the world and definitely made a difference. I can still picture her in her tight pencil skirt and beautiful black hair like my mama’s.
By PAT CHANEY6 years ago in Humans
Reflections: Leaving Little Rock [Part Two]
My fondest memories of Little Rock are The Historic Sites and The Blues Festivals that Lee and I attended. The Pine Bluff Blues Fest was originated by Soul Singer Sam Cooke’s Family, although I didn’t know it at the time. It was held in an open meadow; you'd bring your own lawn chairs, food & drinks, and it started at dusk. The stage was huge and on a raised platform. I loved the down home atmosphere.
By PAT CHANEY6 years ago in Humans
