Lyndy & Jackson

Chapter - 10-14

Lyndy & Jackson

Chapter 10-14 / '100 Mountains'
By; mike hurley

Amy!! ......How are are you?? Ty.......!!
I'm fine Ty!! Did you get my text?? Yes!!
Ty I'm so sorry I over reacted and hurt you so bad!! How do you feel Ty?? Ty......please talk to me!! Amy!!..... the call dropped, then Ty finished his sentence.....I love you!!

Aggie pushed them out, and Amy let out a little shriek of excitement as she fell toward the earth. Her hair was flying and her arms waving. She closed her eyes just for 5 seconds and imagined she was dropping into Ty's strong arms. He would swoop her up and kiss her.........

Henry!! Time to get up!! Breakfast is ready!! Henry rolled over and put a pillow over his head, he hated mornings. It was July 24, 1968, Henry was spending 6 weeks at his Grandma Ida's house in Detroit. 3 books were piled on the desk in his room; Hardy Boys, #41, 'The Clue of the Screeching Owl'. A book on the history of Ft Mackinaw, and a textbook on Mechanical Engineering from the 'City of London Library District'. The last book was a bit of a stretch for a 12 year old mind, but Henry loved machinery, specifically pumps and enjoyed reading about principles of physics as they related to pumps. He used a photo of him, his Grandma Ida, and cousins Raleigh, and Jeanie standing in front of the Soo Locks as a bookmark. 2 years ago his Grandma took him and his 2 cousins on a trip to see the Locks in Sault Ste Marie, Michigan. Standing next to the giant pumps that raised and lowered ships between Lake Superior and Lake Huron was a highlight of his young life.

Henry's pillow blocked most of the noise; WJR blaring on the kitchen radio and traffic zooming past his Grandmas house on the corner of Jefferson Ave and 21st. His Grandma has lived her entire life in the little 2 story, just blocks from the Detroit River and a mile across the river to Canada. She and her late husband raised their children here. When she was a girl, on really cold Saturday's in the dead of Winter, her father bundled everyone up, put on ice skates and the little family of 5 skated across the ice to Windsor, Ontario for Hot Chocolate at Murphy's. In the summer he would take the family in his 24 foot motor boat down to Amhertsburg, Ontario for dinner and a walk through town. Decades before 9-11, all her father had to do was date and sign a log book at the restaurant for visitors from the US. Number of guests, time of arrival and estimated time they would leave in their boat back to the US.

It was 88 degrees and both windows in Henry's bedroom were wide open. Looking out the front window Henry could see all the traffic to and from Canada over the Ambassador Bridge. His mom and dad drove him over that bridge 2 weeks ago from his hometown in London, Ontario. Hanging on the back of the desk chair was the jacket his grandma laughed at and asked where Henry's Volkswagen Van was. It was denim with a Canadian flag on the shoulder, a giant Peace Sign on the back, and on the front, a patch with 2 words: 'Pumps Suck'!!

His pillow fought hard to block all the road noise from the Bridge, but about 1500 feet away, driving across the bridge, a long caravan was roaring into Detroit.

Everyone stops at The US Customs Kiosk's before entering Michigan from Ontario; except the Caravan. Customs Officers raised all 3 traffic gates and waved them through. They were doing 50 mph across a bridge with strict speed limit signs of 30. Customs Officers are not known to be friendly but all 9 waved at the Caravan as it raced by. The noise the Caravan made pierced Henry's pillow like a roaring lion. His ears perked up, he knew that sound. It was a sound that flowed through his veins and made his heart race. Pumpers!! He leapt out of bed and looked out the front windows, ordinary citizens in their cars, were all pulled off to the side of the road, the Caravan had the Right of Way. The sound of blaring sirens hurt his ears, but it was the best sound in the world. He heard the big PeterBuilt diesels roaring and red emergency flashers pierced his eyes. They flashed past Henry and lit up the darkest corners of his closet. The lead truck was dressed in deep red and shiny chrome, adorned with ladders, hoses, seemingly miles of hoses!!