Returning
Can One Ever Go Back?
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The biting chill of the November evening knifed through his light jacket, as he climbed the creaky, in-need-of-a-coat-of-paint, circular, metal staircase – to the porch of his second-floor apartment, in southwest Houston.
“Damn,” he muttered to himself. “My Yankee blood must really be thinning out. Well,” he laughed mirthlessly, “who wants fat blood?”
He trudged to the top of the stairs.
“God! It’s cold! I can just imagine how the natives must feel.”
He coughed.
“Or,” he muttered, “maybe I don’t.”
He stopped short of the door to his apartment. His eyes narrowed – focusing on the two large floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking into his living room, he was surprised to see that the old, chipped-plaster, black-and-red, lamp was lit. The lamp atop the warped, garish, TV table – the faded, tin table which sat next to his ragged couch.
He was certain that he’d not left the light on.
He peered inside.
His stare locked onto the figure of an elderly man! The interloper was decked out in a bright-blue suit. The silver/white-haired intruder was seated – most uncomfortably – on the seedy chair. The one which matched his equally-run-down couch.
Ah, 1979! It was certainly a year for surprises! There had been times when he’d wondered if he’d ever see 1980! So near, yet so far – as some cornball sage had once said. A stranger – one making himself at home in his apartment – certainly wasn’t help-ing. That qualified as a surprise. A helluva surprise.
He was positive that he’d made no noise as he’d come up the steps. Well, of course, there was the obvious creakiness of the stairs themselves.
He decided that his best plan of action would be to sneak back down to the park-ing lot – as stealthily as possible! Get down there – and call the police!
As he turned – to creep back down to the ground level – he was stopped by a soft, yet penetrating, voice! It came from inside his apartment.
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About the Book
Do you remember Mister District Attorney? Pepper Young’s Family? Lights Out? Camay? Teel? “Lucky Strike Green Has Gone To War”? So did 47-year-old Jim Sidorwitz. He’d always harbored the desire to be sent back to 1939. In 1979, he realizes his wish/dream. However, our hero has a much harder time than he’d figured, coping with his new epoch.
For one thing, he marries Helen Shaddon, a widow – who has a son stationed in Pearl Harbor. We all remember what happened on December 7, 1941!
For another, he creates a “scene” when first encountering his mother – now 20 years his junior.
In addition, he’s absorbed more of the “seventies aggressiveness” than he’d imagined. It causes him problems in those “kinder, gentler” times.
About the Author
George D. Schultz was born in
He has lived in
In his life, he has worked in the rent-a-car field, in the consumer finance business, in the (hiss – boo) collection agency business. He’s “carried a book” handling a “debit route” in the life insurance game. He’s also gone a couple rounds as a bartender. This in addition to four years in the U.S. Navy.