McArthur Street: Episode Nine

Photograph by Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez from The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry

Continued from:

McArthur Street: Episode Eight

     Once again I witnessed how mean Jimmy could be to his younger brothers.  It was amazing however how his little brothers who were so much smaller than him came up to him and started insulting him.  They acted angry.  They yelled at him with their little voices.  Jimmy took a rolled up newspaper and hit them over the head so that they ran away crying.  If there was no newspaper he chased them and knocked them down, then held them down on the ground by sitting on them until they were screaming for him to get off.  It was as if his brothers felt a need to challenge him by showing disrespect for him even though they knew he would hurt them.  Weeks later Keith and Mike told me that Jimmy had not only held his brothers down on the ground but tried to force them to eat dog’s poop.  I was appalled when I heard these things.  Even my older brother, when I asked him about that, said it was true.

     One day when I was in Jimmy’s front yard my own little brother came up to me and started yelling at me and insulting me.  I felt so offended because I had never been mean to him that I became very angry.  I chased him and knocked him down.  I sat on him and held him down the way Jimmy did to his little brothers.  I was so angry I pushed his face down on the ground and kept yelling at him to eat dirt.  To his credit he refused to do so.  Suddenly I questioned myself about what I was doing.  I felt bad and let him up off the ground.  He jumped up, yelled another insult and ran off with Ronnie and Donnie.  Was my brother becoming like Ronnie and Donnie?  But I was not like Jimmy.  I went out of my way to be nice to my brother and made up my mind that I would be patient with him. 

     He tried another day to insult me in Jimmy’s front yard.  I looked at him and didn’t say anything.  He turned and said to Ronnie and Donnie, “See, I insulted him and he didn’t do anything”.  Then I became infuriated.  I chased him again and repeated the same acts, holding him down on the ground and telling him to eat dirt which he would not do.  Then I felt bad again.  I got up and walked back home. 

     After that I simply avoided Jimmy’s house. It wasn’t even a conscious decision.  In fact I now felt an aversion to Jimmy and his family.  That put a stop to these incidents.

     It was another hot, summer, Tucson afternoon when I found myself in my mother’s living room.  I was sitting on the couch, hearing the sound of the air from the cooler and looking at the drapes slightly swaying in the afternoon twilight of the room.  I looked around at the peaceful setting.  I looked thoughtfully at the set of encyclopedias and the set of books with folk tales, fairy tales and Gulliver’s Travels.  Also, there were the books of Alice In Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass on the book shelf.  These were all books our parents had bought for us.  Along with the huge, two volume dictionary that was in our kitchen our parents bought these books for us because they encouraged us with education and culture.  We had a huge Bible with a nice, reddish brown cover that had three translations in one Bible.  Every set of verses were in the three translations, the first in black, the next in red and the next in black.  I would read all of them and the scholarly footnotes at the bottom of each page that explained what the terms meant according to the customs of the times.

     I thought about Jimmy and his little brothers.  I thought about why his brothers would challenge him knowing he would hurt them.  I wondered what he did to them to make them that way.  I thought about why my own, little brother would imitate their behaviors.  I could clearly see that the problem was Jimmy.  I made up my mind to stop being friends with Jimmy.

     I started to be by myself a lot.  Sometimes I liked to ride my forest green, sting ray bicycle with its white banana seat to the gas station that was on the other side of the big, empty lot.  The gas station faced towards South Park Avenue, a main thoroughfare through the desert neighborhoods.  I would buy a cold soda from the soda machine.  My favorite flavor was the lime green soda.  One day I was by the side of the gas station when Samuel, Ronnie and Donnie came up.  Ronnie and Donnie had gold colored sting ray bicycles.  My brother did not have a bicycle so he rode on the back of the banana seat with one of his little friends.  The boys started talking to me.  For some reason they were eating carrots.  Suddenly my own, little brother came right up to me and started spitting chewed up carrot in my face.  His friends laughed.  I became angry and slapped him across one of his cheeks.  He ran away crying and left with his friends.

     Once again I was in the living room of my family home in the peace and quiet of the afternoon.  I made up my mind that I was going to be especially nice to my little brother.  I felt bad for the things I did even though I knew I had been provoked.  I knew that through it all, it all had to do with Jimmy’s bad influence.  I wanted to make a positive difference in my little brother’s life.

     I had always wanted an H.O. model motoring, slot car racing set.  It appeared that this was a too expensive toy for me to have.  I even bought and read H.O. model motoring magazines.  I read about how race car drivers used their skills to stay safe and win car races.  My father would often watch ABC’s Wide World of Sports on our black and white TV.  I watched the auto races and was able to understand the strategy of the race car drivers.  Having this knowledge made me understand and appreciate watching the races more.

     On an already warm Saturday morning I rode my bicycle to the desert, empty lot behind the gas station.  There were trails through the lot from people walking and riding bicycles.  There were old, car tires that people threw away in the empty lot.  I knew that in small town, car races they used old tires to put on the corners of the race track.  I picked out a circuit of trails to use as a bicycle race track.  There was even a hump to ride up.  With some speed a bicycle would be flying in the air after it reached the top of this hump before it came down on my race track on the other side.  This would be fun for the races.  I started putting the old tires around the corners of my new track.  Keith came along on his gold colored, sting ray bicycle with its leopard spot, banana seat.  He asked what I was doing.  He offered to help me.  Soon we had old tires on every corner of the race track.  I drew a line with a stick in the dirt that would be the start/finish line.  It was placed so the racers would hit the first corner and then have a stretch to pick up speed to go up the little hump and fly through the air until landing on the lower side downhill before continuing the race.  This would make the races maximum fun for the kids in the neighborhood.

To be continued.

McArthur Street: Episode Eight

Photograph by Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez from The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry

Continued from:

McArthur Street: Episode Seven

     My father got a job managing a small, man-made lake south of Tucson on the two lane highway to Mexico.  It was in a tiny town called Kinsley.  The name of the lake was Kinsley Lake.  My father took me and my brother, Daniel, to the lake very early one morning.  When we got there, there was still a little chill in the air in the shady places but already the Arizona sunshine was getting hot.  He taught us how to “police the area” which meant picking up trash.  There was a building that had a long hall inside with pinball machines along the walls.  Near the front entrance was a counter with a cash register where tickets were sold for picnicking, swimming, fishing or to rent a rowboat or kayak.  Behind the counter were shelves and racks with fishing rods, fishing tackle and fishing lures for sale.  My father sat on a stool behind the counter, selling tickets and let us explore the lake.  He gave us each fifty cents for helping him to police the area.

     My father kept taking me and either my little brother or older brother with him to police the area in the morning and enjoy exploring the lake and the surrounding area.  We found a concrete irrigation ditch to jump in and play in the water.  We wore blue jean cut offs in those days because that was the cool thing to do and just let the short pants dry on us.  My father brought all three of us to the lake one day with our fishing poles so we could go fishing.  Sometimes my brothers didn’t want to go to the lake because they wanted to play with their friends in the neighborhood so I would go with my father.  My father taught me how to run the cash register and sell tickets.  He showed me how to count back the change to the customers.  He left me to run the cash register while he went out managing the lake.  He had to make sure that people had paid.  My father would give me a five dollar bill for helping him.  Later he would pay me more.

     I became very proficient at operating the cash register.  When people came and asked about the cost I was able to add the totals very quickly and accurately in my head the way my father had taught me.  I became very good at selling rods, reels and tackle.  When the owner of the lake came in he was so impressed that he would order more rods and reels.  He even brought in live earthworms in round, cardboard containers that I started to sell very quickly.  Eventually he even bought more fishing lures to stock the shelves with because I was starting to sell those.  I always seemed a year younger than my actual age so when adults walked into the office and saw me behind the cash register they started looking around to see if there was an adult around.  When they realized I was the only one there they would start asking questions.  Sometimes they seemed really amazed at how competent I was at what I did.

    When my older brother came to the lake he spent his time playing pinball.  He got so good at playing pinball that he became a pinball wizard.  He could knock the machine on the side without tilting it to keep the ball in play.  Once he walked away from a machine that had 150 games on it just because he was bored with playing.  When he wasn’t playing pinball he would go out and explore the little town of Kinsley with its western style buildings.  There was a restaurant and saloon there.  On the winding road that went up a hill behind the buildings there were the homes of people who lived in this desert area with its surrounding farm fields.

     When my little brother came to the lake he wanted to fish all the time.  He was very good at catching blue gill and bass.  He was so good at fishing that if he forgot to bring bait he could catch fish with the cotton from cigarette butts that he found.

     More often my brothers would not come and it would be me and my father.  When he gave me a break and worked the cash register himself I would go out exploring the lake in one of the kayaks.  Sometimes I would walk out on the wooden wharf and untie one of the rowboats.  I would row out on the lake.  I liked to row out to the middle of the lake and look down at the bottom of the lake.  The water was so clear.  Twice I swam to the middle of the lake and looked down.  I felt like I was floating high up in the air and after a little while it became scary so I swam back.  I felt aware that sometimes when I walked out on the wharf to untie a boat or came back and tied up a boat that the cute, young girls who were swimming and sunbathing in the swimming area must have thought I looked pretty cool.  One of the popular shows on television was Flipper which had two boys who were always walking out on a wharf and untying a boat. 

     My parents had become acquainted with Jimmy’s mother.  My father decided that he wanted to invite Jimmy and his brothers to come with me and my brothers to Kinsley Lake on a Saturday to enjoy the lake and camp out overnight.  When we got to the lake we had races where we raced in the kayaks, then grounded them on shore and ran around the hall to come back to the kayaks to race them around the lake once more.  When I took them out on the wharf I felt that Jimmy noticed the cute girls in the swimming area watching us.  When I looked at Jimmy while we were in the middle of all these fun activities it seemed that he noticed I was looking at him.  It seemed he felt proud of being at the lake and enjoying what it had to offer all for free but he never smiled.  I realized that Jimmy was too overly competitive with others. 

     We camped out that night on the narrow strip of land between the two sections of the lake.  The office with the pinball arcade was on that strip of land.  We roasted hot dogs and had them with pork and beans that we heated in a campfire in one of the fire pits in the picnic area.  The boys talked and laughed.  We all slept well and woke up to the sound of the ducks quacking.

     I was in Jimmy’s house with his mother in the living room one day.  Janet Holly was sitting on the couch and Keith’s sister was there.  Keith’s sister said I should sit next to Janet on the couch.  I looked at Janet.  She looked so beautiful.  She didn’t say anything.  I wanted to sit next to her but I felt embarrassed.  Keith’s sister was insistent.  Jimmy’s mother came and grabbed a hold of me.  She led me over to where Janet was and I sat next to her.  I couldn’t believe I was sitting next to Janet on the couch touching her.  I didn’t want to move.  I didn’t say anything.  I looked at her.  She didn’t do anything but just stayed there looking very calm and serene.  Jimmy’s mother from the dining room area watched us with a smile on her face.  Keith’s sister said, “Mark is sitting next to Janet!” just as my little brother with Ronnie and Donnie emerged from the hallway that led to the bedrooms.  “Mark is sitting with Janet!” they all exclaimed with big smiles on their little faces.  I stayed for as long as I could but I had to get up in embarrassment.  I looked back at Janet before going for the front door to escape.  She still sat there motionless, looking serene.

     I was sitting with Mike in front of his house on another day.  He said we had to keep our voices low because his mother worked at night and slept during the day.  He said she was a very light sleeper.  He wanted me to know that the place where his mother worked was a restaurant, not just a bar, and his mother worked as a cook there.  This made me feel better to know that she was a cook and not a topless waitress.  Mike said the reason she worked there is because it paid so well and that most cook’s jobs didn’t pay very well.  Mike told me that his mother said there were Catholic priests who came into the bar to drink.  I found this hard to believe but I had no reason to think Mike or his mother would lie about something like this.  I didn’t think that the priests from my church would ever do such a thing.

     Keith came walking up to us from across the street asking, “What’s happening!” with his usual grin.  The conversation turned to Jimmy.  Mike said that when Jimmy’s father came home from work all he did was have dinner and then go into his bedroom with a six pack of beer and a Playboy magazine.  Keith said this was true.  They told me that Jimmy would go into his father’s bedroom to look at his Playboy magazines.  I said, “Jimmy said that he wants to be a priest”.  They said that he still does but he still looks at his father’s Playboy magazines.  I was having a hard time dealing with the idea of someone who wanted to be a priest but who looked at Playboy magazines.  My feelings were that he would probably never become a priest.

     One day I was in the living room of Jimmy’s house.  I saw one of the album covers of a Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass albums resting against a shelf on the floor.  Jimmy’s mother loved to listen to Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass and they had several albums by this popular instrumental band in the living room.  I noticed that all the album covers had a picture of a beautiful, young woman looking very sexy on them.  My little brother, Ronnie and Donnie wanted me to come into a bedroom to play board games.  They liked to play Sorry and a card game called, Old Maid.  I played games with them for awhile and then left.  As I walked through the hallway I saw Jimmy lying on the end of his father’s bed looking down at a magazine.  Jimmy got up from the bed when he saw me and came over to me with the magazine.  Jimmy tried to get me to look at the Playboy magazine.  I took a glance from where I was standing and said I had to go.  I let myself out of their front door and went home.

     One day I came to McArthur Street and there was an ambulance in the driveway of Keith’s house.  I stood in front of Jimmy’s house in the gravel and dirt next to the street.  McArthur Street did not have sidewalks like our street did.  The neighborhood kids were out including Robert, Richard and Diana, Jimmy and Mike.  Janet was watching from a lawn chair in front of Jimmy’s house.  Keith’s father had a heart attack I was told.

Life went on for Keith and his family.  His father did not die. They acted as if everything was normal.  I never noticed that Keith or his sister seemed upset. 

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McArthur Street: Episode Nine

McArthur Street: Episode Seven

Photograph by Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez from The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry

Continued from:

McArthur Street: Episode Six

Keith had a birthday party at his house.  My younger brother and Jimmy’s younger brothers were there.  My brother, Daniel, and Jimmy were not there.  They often made the long walk to visit with their friend, the older John.  Mike Holly was not there.  Mike had told me that since it was his last year at Wakefield, when his family moved to McArthur street, he had been allowed to remain at Wakefield instead of being transferred to Utterback.  He often went visiting with his friends from Wakefield.  Keith went to Utterback.  It was amazing the rivalry between these two junior high schools.  Janet Holly and Keith’s sister were there.

     Keith wanted to arm wrestle with me.  He always seemed to want to do this when I was at his house.  He would always beat me but this time I had a strategy.  I acted like he was winning and kept letting my arm lower back.  At the same time I was letting him waste his energy by giving just enough resistance to his pressure.  When my arm got rather low to the tabletop I started slowly pushing back until our arms were in the starting position again.  Keith was getting frustrated and started pushing with all his strength.  I just held the position, not trying to push forward.  When I could see that his arm was getting tired I slowly started pushing his arm back.  I kept doing this slowly while resisting his frantic efforts to push my arm back.  A little at a time I was able to push his arm back until I could see that his arm was getting really tired.  Then I pushed down on his arm as hard as I could, slamming his hand down on the table.  “Damn it!” Keith yelled.  “Mark beat Keith!” I kept hearing the other kids saying.  I felt a little shocked that Keith would cuss in front of the little kids.  Keith was mad.  He wanted a rematch.  I didn’t want to but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  I tried to use the same strategy but Keith got frustrated and lifted his elbow high off the table to push my arm back.  I just said that was cheating and he didn’t really win.  He wanted another rematch but he did the same thing again, lifting his elbow off the table. 

     I said I wasn’t going to arm wrestle with him anymore if he was going to cheat.  I was glad that I said this because I was tired of the way he always wanted to arm wrestle.  I remembered when he wanted me to hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could and I didn’t want to. He kept insisting.  He said it didn’t even hurt.  I said I didn’t hit him as hard as I could have.  He said he wanted me to hit him again as hard as I could.  I must not have had the ability to want to hurt someone so I couldn’t hit him with all my strength.  He just told everyone that it didn’t even hurt.

     Keith’s sister brought Janet Holly to me and said she wanted to see which of us was taller.  Keith’s mother wanted to see, also.  They had us stand back to back.  They told me to stand up as tall as I could.  They had a ruler to put on top of our heads for measure.  Janet’s body felt so warm and soft against my back.  Even the back of her head with her soft hair was against mine.  I marveled at her softness.  Keith’s sister said, “She’s taller than you!”  Keith’s mother said, “She’s taller than you!”  The kids chimed in, “Janet is taller than Mark!”  Keith reappeared to keep shouting at me, “She’s taller than you!  She’s taller than you!”  I didn’t see why that should be such a big deal so I just smiled and shrugged. 

Keith’s mother couldn’t understand why I didn’t want more cake and ice cream.  I actually had a low tolerance for too much sugar.  Ice cream made me feel a little queasy in my stomach.  The cakes that Keith’s mother had made seemed to have double the amount of sugar in them.  They had about an inch of frosting on top and a lot of frosting in the middle.  After she asked me if I wanted more cake and ice cream and I said, “No, thank you”, I just ate some potato chips and drank some punch.  She came back and asked me again if I wanted more cake and ice cream.  She seemed frustrated.  She just couldn’t understand why I didn’t want more cake and ice cream.  I walked back home with my little brother from the party to our house on E. Illinois St.  I couldn’t stop thinking about Janet Holly.

     On summer nights I and my two brothers often slept outside in the back yard in sleeping bags under the sky since the summer nights were so warm and beautiful in Tucson.  Countless stars were everywhere in the sky.  Even without a moon there were so many bright stars because of the clear, desert sky that there was light.  My father had built a small fire pit on the ground with red, clay bricks and cement that he called a fireplace.  We would build a fire from scrap wood and sit around the fire on large, smooth stones my father had collected. 

     My mother and father said it would be okay to invite Jimmy, Ronnie and Donnie over to sleep outside in the back yard.  Keith was invited, too.  We roasted hot dogs on long twigs from the weeping willow tree.  Then we had fun roasting marshmallows.  We twirled the red burning embers at the end of the twigs in the air to make circles of red orange light in the darkness.  I even got fancy and tried to write longhand words with the glowing embers in the dark.  The boys loved this.

     I had read a book from the Tucson public library of ghost stories for children that was published by Alfred Hitchcock.  Although it took me awhile to finish the book when I did finish on a Saturday I was so impressed that I read all the stories all over again. 

     I gained a reputation with my brothers for telling ghost stories around the campfire.  They wanted me to tell ghost stories.  I started to tell the same stories again.  I told the story about a man who had bad luck because he had been tricked into walking a widdershin.  A widdershin was a counter clockwise circle and this was considered to be bad luck.  Then my brothers asked me to tell the story of Old McDonald.  It was the story of a farmer named Old McDonald who stayed too late in town and had to walk home in the dark.  Along the way he encountered a ghost.  He had a conversation with the ghost.  As I was telling the story I looked at the faces of the boys in the firelight especially the little ones, my brother, Ronnie and Donnie.  They had smiles on their faces and listened intently.  I told a few more stories and they wanted to hear the story of Old McDonald again.  Even my older brother wanted to hear the story again because he said it was one of his favorites.  Story telling was interesting because I found myself embellishing the stories just because of the reactions and sometimes questions from my audience.  It was as if they wanted me to add to the stories.  I had to admit that the telling of the stories was never the same and they seemed to change over time.

     After the fire had turned to glowing embers I walked to another part of the yard and was talking with Jimmy and my older brother.  Soon there was a hissing sound.  I looked to see that Keith was urinating on the embers.  There was steam from the fireplace and a horrible smell.  “Uuhh!” I exclaimed and moaned a little.  What kind of person would do such a thing?  I was in disbelief.  I walked over to Keith and scolded him.  It didn’t seem to phase him any.

     The little boys were still running around the back yard playing when I retired to my sleeping bag.  I couldn’t sleep.  I was lying on my stomach.  I drew in the dirt with a stick, “Mark + Janet” and started singing quietly to myself with the melody of a pop song, “I love Janet Holly”.  The little boys noticed and started to tease me.  I messed up what I wrote in the dirt and turned on my side to go to sleep covering up my face with the top of the sleeping bag.  I still sung very quietly to myself, “I love Janet Holly” a couple of times before going to sleep.

     It wasn’t long before Keith invited us to sleep in his back yard.  His backyard was entirely under all of these trees so there was only dry grass and some patches of dirt underneath.  My brother, Daniel, and Jimmy weren’t there.  My little brother, Ronnie and Donnie were there.  First I had to deal with Keith’s now overly friendly German shepherd trying to lick my hands and slobber on me.  I was starting to feel dirty and grimy.  Then Keith’s mother gave us packages of hot dogs.  When I went to open the packages I noticed there was a white, milky liquid in with the hot dogs.  I pulled one of the hot dogs out to see that the milky liquid was sticky.  I smelled the hot dogs and they had a sickening, sweet smell.  I realized that it would be dangerous to eat these wieners.  I told Keith and the boys that the hot dogs were spoiled.  I had eaten supper at my own home earlier so I wasn’t too hungry. 

     There was a spotlight in Keith’s backyard.  There was the yellow, incandescent light, shadows and darkness under the trees.  It was perfect for making the little kids want to play tag.  I played tag with them as they ran around.  At a certain point I emerged from under some trees to find myself facing Keith who confronted me.  He grinned and punched me in the stomach.  I doubled over with pain.  My little brother ran up and asked me what was wrong.  I told him, “Keith punched me in the stomach”.  “Keith punched you in the stomach?” he exclaimed.  I starting walking to my sleeping bag with my hands over my stomach still doubled over.  My brother, Ronnie and Donnie ran up.  Ronnie and Donnie asked, “What’s wrong with you?”  I said, “Keith punched me in the stomach”.  “Keith punched you in the stomach?” they said and then they ran off.  I was lying in my sleeping bag on my side.  I had never been punched in the stomach before.  I had no idea how painful it was.  The little boys continued to run around the back yard playing tag.

     The next morning I walked home with my little brother.  I knew that the days of sleeping in back yards with the other boys from McArthur Street were over.  My brothers and I still slept in our own back yard with a fire and ghost stories the way we had always done. 

     Why I continued to remain friends with Keith seems like a mystery.  I actually felt a sense of being understanding towards him. As young as I was I read a lot of articles in magazines about all the social problems in America.  I understood that Keith was the product of his background and that he went to a tough public school with a bad reputation.  I still liked his sense of adventure.  I sometimes would see his father coming home from work.  His father was a tall, chubby, burly man.  He looked like a worker, wearing his blue jeans and white, cotton undershirt.  He often came home with a case of beer.

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McArthur Street: Episode Eight

Libraries and non-profits: The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry

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Book Shop is a non-profit that grew out of the economic distress caused by the covid-19 crisis. It’s goal has been to save local bookstores by helping them to sell books online and through direct donations. Currently Book Shop is at $14,744,102.33 raised for local bookstores. Book Shop is powered by Indie Bound which means that Book Shop uses the same eCommerce platform that belongs to Indie Bound. The books are shipped from the same warehouses of Indie Bound and they are the same books that Indie Bound has in stock. This is why as soon as Book Shop went online my book was on their website. Indie Bound and Book Shop are associated with ABA, American Booksellers Association. Under the radar Ingram which is a distributor to local bookstores and a self publishing company is associated with Book Shop. It is easy to see why they would have an interest in seeing that independent bookstores survive.

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Recently Book Shop has extended its influence to include helping independent bookstores in the United Kingdom. Since my book was already on Book Shop in the USA it was automatically on the new Book Shop UK.

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McArthur Street: Episode Six

Photograph by Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez From The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry

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McArthur Street: Episode Five | Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez

Oddly enough Jimmy, Mike Holly, Mike’s younger sister, Kevin and his younger sister, I and my older brother all became good friends that summer.  Even the bad boys from the corner house on the other side of Jimmy’s house became friends.  These were two young Mexican boys named Robert and Richard who were around my younger brother’s age.  Their older sister, Diana, became an important friend.  She was a teenager in high school.  She was a little pudgy and was always very amiable.  We were all attracted to her, boys and girls.  She seemed to like the attention.  She would talk to us while she was ironing clothes.  We often liked to congregate at their house.

     During the summer we had a couple of parties at Jimmy’s house.  He had one of those houses in the neighborhood that had a long back porch.  It ran along the entire length of the back of the house with screen windows above a low wooden wall.  At one end of the porch was a door that gave entrance to the garage.  In the garage we had the parties.  Jimmy’s mom brought us popcorn and sodas and once she brought cake.  Another time she brought cookies.  We had a little phonograph and played 45 rpm records of hit songs.  We danced to the music in typical sixties style such as doing the twist.  We danced without partners which was just as well since there were only two girls there – Keith’s sister and Mike’s sister who I now knew as Janet Holly.  My brothers were there and Jimmy’s brothers.  These parties were very high spirited.  Dancing to sixties rock and roll was like a spiritual release.  I remember very well dancing to the Zager and Evans’s song, In The Year 2525, with great abandon.

We did the limbo.  I remember Jimmy holding up one end of the limbo bar and my brother, Daniel, the other and gradually they lowered it down for the dancers to try to go under it while dancing without falling.  The Jamaican music song, Sitting Here In Limbo by Jimmy Cliff, would be playing on the phonograph.  Jimmy was the tallest of all of us standing up there with his wavy, blonde hair.  He did remarkably well at limboing even when the bar was low for someone so tall.  I did terrible at limboing.  At the second party I did not even want to try.  Yes, the parties were high spirited and we had more good times.

     One summer evening when it was already quite dark we were all congregated by the street in front of Jimmy’s house.  Jimmy wasn’t there.  Janet Holly, Keith and his sister were there.  All of a sudden we saw a flash of bright, blue light!  We all looked and exclaimed, “What was that?”  Then again there was another flash.  It was a streak of bright, spinning, blue light!  We were all in amazement, murmuring, “What could it be?”  There was another streak of spinning, blue light and another!  Then someone said, “It’s Mike!”

Sure enough from the darkness, in the light of the blue flashes the image of Mike Holly emerged but the streaks of blue light were still a mystery.  Then someone said, “It’s a yo-yo!”  Well of course it was a yo-yo!  But it was a yo-yo as we had never seen before.  One that lit up as it was spinning.  I was so impressed by the excitement of this event that I went out and bought the exact same kind of yo-yo.  It had a small light bulb and a battery in it.  The bulb was lit when the electric circuit was completed by a metal piece that was forced outward by centrifugal force when the yo-yo was spinning.  I tried to impress the kids just when it got dark on McArthur Street the same way that Mike had done but the kids just said, “It’s just Mark”.  They were not impressed.  I was learning about how popularity worked.

     I may not have impressed the kids that night but I knew I was developing a big crush for Janet.  She was so pretty and nice.  I couldn’t stop looking at her.  One day when I was walking on the street Janet and Keith’s sister were sitting on chairs in front of Jimmy’s house.  They asked me to take off my glasses.  I took them off.  Keith’s sister said, “You look cute without your glasses”.  Janet said, “You look cute without your glasses”.  I didn’t know what to say.  I looked at them.  They had big smiles on their faces.  They both repeated the same words over again.  They were still sitting and smiling at me.  They seemed to be enjoying my embarrassment and confusion about what I should do.  I just smiled and started talking about something.  I think Mike came out to see what was going on.  This was the first indication I had that Janet liked me.  It meant a lot to me.

Continued on:

McArthur Street: Episode Seven

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Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez at the abandoned Siren Canteen. Stinson Beach, California. December 2020

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Easter Sunday, April 17, 2022: New seller, Dubuy, is selling my book in Kenya, Rwanda, Tanzania and United Arab Emirates. I am adding their link at the top of my links after the International links under Africa. This website has some amazing advertising copy with compliments:

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February 21, 2022: After nearly two months major retailers are still out of stock with my book. However there are sellers who have stocked up on my book and have it available for sale. In spite of all this there are more sellers selling my book in more countries.

January 16th, 2022: Some sellers are now back in stock with my book but many major sellers are still out of stock.

December 25th, 2021: Sold Out Internationally with most major book sellers. So much so that I cannot update all links on this page with all the sellers who are out of stock and those who still have my book in stock. Keep in mind that this book is a print on demand book. Students who want my book for school don’t give up. My publisher is busy fulfilling orders to get my book in stock again. Happy Holidays!

September 1, 2021: There are more and more sellers selling The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry in more and more countries. I keep adding the links here as I find these new sellers by researching on the Internet.

August 15, 2021: The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry is now considered to be an academic book and is used by students for school. Consequently it is available for rental or sale on websites that sell textbooks. Generally at the beginning of each school semester the trend is for my book to start selling out. That should start happening around the beginning of September.

June 21, 2021: There are now so many sellers selling my book that now is the time to get the book at a great price! There could be shortages of my book in the near future. However more books will always be printed and the number of books in print will increase!

June 17, 2021: Fruugo is Back! In most countries.

June 12, 2021: I failed to mention on this post that my book is always available, no matter what, on the website of my self-publishing website, Book Baby. This means a person can custom order a freshly printed copy of my book from the company that prints my books. I put a link to my book on Book Baby on this post under USA.

June 8, 2021: My book is being stocked up again really fast with sellers who have previously sold out. Some are still selling out. There continues to be new sellers selling my book. I am trying to keep all of the links updated!

June 6, 2021: My book is selling out all over the world right now and is on back order on many websites. Still, I keep finding more sellers selling my book internationally and I keep adding the links to this page.

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DIY Book: The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry: Message from the Author

The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry by Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez

After the fact that now my book has become quite successful internationally and has gained a lot of attention I am willing to admit to not only being a self-published author but, also, a DIY author. Far more than most. For those who don’t know DIY means “do it yourself”. I, also, can rightfully claim to have published an indie book. For those who don’t know indie means “independent”.

What does all this mean anyway? Indie means either a book published by a small independent press as opposed to a major publishing company or, as in my case, a self-publishing company. This is basically a jab at the mainstream publishing and literary world that have become more and more monopolized. Although one could argue that the mainstream pays attention to the independents to look for new talent who have potential.

As far as DIY is concerned in fact I studied Graphic Design but never got a degree in it. However I learned enough to design my own cover for my book, do the page layout myself and send a PDF file, print ready, to the publisher without paying for “professional graphic design services”. My book includes my own artwork and photography going back to even my high school art portfolio. In essence I made my book as personal a statement of myself as possible. Although one could say that my book is not a handmade book printed on an old fashioned printing press and is mass produced on modern high speed offset lithography printing presses it is still a “do it yourself book”.

In addition my book is a “print on demand” book. This means that there is no first printing of so many hundreds or thousands of copies with the hope of a second printing if the book sells. The book is not even printed until a retailer, wholesaler or distributor orders copies printed and shipped. In other words it is unlimited how many copies I can sell. In fact anyone can go to my self-publishing company, Book Baby, and order a copy personally printed for $20. This is a price that I have set that cannot be changed unless I change it.

Sincerely,

Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez

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