8 GROUNDCOVER NEWS VENDOR VOICES Love by Love: Let our Lindsay shine Start with her warm and kind face inviting your serenity. Looking into that face is like floating in a Sea of Tranquillity, with a smile that would squash an entire evil empire. Lindsay's laugh is awesome, precious at the least … lifts me to such great heights. She is as royalty to the streets. Ya, I guess I'm saying she's a Princess — Our Princess of the Disenfranchised, who is there for Us always with her warm and loving smile, illuminating the room — so warmly as if to swaddle us in … 'Princess Warrior Lindsay Of The Disenfranchised' She works so hard and takes on such a heavy stress load for Us. She cares so intently and always gives her sincere thought and effort to helping Us anyway she's able … often, above and beyond reasonable measure. She is intelligent, talented, even tempered, and with an always sunny, Sunshine demeanor — do not underestimate MARKONA LOVE Groundcover contributor that hidden strength that's there when we need it. With all these talents, she has many choices — and if you think she's in it for the money — what money? Lindsay’s beauty shines from within, and then upon us. Oh man, she never stops; her home is a rescue house for the homeless, she does homeless camp outreach on off time and has invested in several endeavors, always to support her community. She has been doing this while in Graduate A column on compassion School at the University of Michigan, then continuing after getting her Masters Degree. She could do anything, but what she seems to want to keep doing is giving and giving and giving. Bless her Giant heart, sometimes I believe we don't deserve her presence but she does it anyway and gifts Us with her glowing presence that refreshes and renews our strength to fight on. Her Love and Kindness are there for her vendors and writers with so many little helpings that are often above and beyond, that she manages to wedge into a hectic time schedule. She probably would say something so kind and humble, like, “Oh, I was going to do that anyway" (while she's up early or late cooking our dinner for the Writers Review Meeting). Somebody get that woman a peanut butter and chamomile smoothie. Bless her heart, that was a joke for her. I have to have a treat and a joke for that smile, and a laugh — now I'm ready to write “War And Peace.” Truth or lies: Randy the Racer “Zoom, zoom, rev, rev,” went the sounds of the motor headers as Randy raced down the street. Randy Welch, a three-time National Car Racing Association winner, raced down the street everyday. It did not matter if he was on the track or if he was going to the local store, he sped up every time he drove. Randy was 26 years old and had no children or wife. He was a bachelor with an arrogant disposition. Town folk would say he was quite full of himself and needed to stop speeding through the town. Randy would race against anyone who challenged him. He never wore a seat belt or considered any pedestrians. Randy had several race cars. His favorite was the red 1980 Maserati he won as a prize in the Spark racing competition. Every time he drove the Maserati, Randy would race on the streets boasting that no one could beat him. The Maserati was previously owned by Juan Hamman, a humble family man who crashed while racing in the national competition. Juan won seven national and 10 international races before he passed. “Zoom, zoom, rumble, rumble,” — the sounds of the Maserati idling at the corner of Seventh St. A black Camaro approached the intersection. Randy turned his head to the right and nodded at the driver of the Camaro. They looked at each other then took off — “zoom, zoom.” All of a sudden, Randy sees Juan Hamman FELICIA WILBERT Groundcover vendor No. 234 standing in the middle of the road. Juan was gesturing to him and shouting, “Slow down, children are playing.” Randy could not believe his eyes — Juan was standing in the road shouting at him! He could not swerve or veer, he had to keep driving straight ahead. Randy thought, “If it is Juan standing in the road, I will have to run his dead body over!” In an instant, Juan grabbed a little girl who was pedaling her bicycle in the street. He snatched her off her bike, thus saving her life. Randy did not expect her to be riding in the street! Finally stopping, he was relieved that the girl was safe and not injured because of his street racing. Randy stood, looking all around and everywhere for Juan. When he returned home later that evening, he wondered if he really saw Juan, questioning himself, wondering if the little girl was real or dead also. The next day he decided to return to Seventh St. to see if the little girl was real, and where Juan was. How could he return from the grave, he wondered? Randy was anxious and not paying attention to his speed. Once again he was speeding, and out of nowhere the little girl appeared riding her bicycle. Then Juan appeared, and Randy drove straight through Juan’s silhouette once again. Randy did not notice that he had traveled through time crossing through Juan’s silhouette. Randy found himself in a jail cell. He had been charged with vehicular manslaughter of a pedestrian. Randy stood grabbing the bars shouting “What have I done? How did I get here? Someone please help me! I am sorry! I promise never to speed down the streets again!” Randy started to cry thinking how he never got married or had children. He thought about the little girl. “Is that who I hit?” Her parents probably wanted to kill him or see him in jail for life. Randy shouted and swore out of his mouth that if he could turn back the hand of time, things would be different. He would not speed down the street, and only race on the track. Exhausted from crying and shouting, he laid down on the cot in the cell to rest. Randy fell asleep and dreamed. His lawyer was a man named Larry Cluable and the prosecutor was a lady named Shelly Smoores. She wanted to see him put away for life in prison! He had run over the little girl named Kylie Ight. The jury had more women than men. The judge was a lady named Judge Christy Evans. The trial was quick and the jury only deliberated for fifteen minutes. Judge Evans read the verdict then sentenced him to twenty years hard labor. When she slapped the gavel, he awoke, shaking and scared. He was sitting behind the wheel of the 1980 red Maserati. He threw his hands up and thanked Juan silently and slowly drove home. Grateful to Juan, he opened a training course for new drivers, teaching them the importance of not speeding and street racing. Groundcover needs a special Lindsay appreciation day, not just as a Publisher, Director, Editor or friend … somehow she's all of that and a plate of pomme frites. Lindsay has had patience with me through so much. I'm eager to know where she gets the foundation that gives her that strength ... it sure is noticed and greatly appreciated by moi. All Our Grace to Lindsay Calka. All The Grace to Our Loving Lindsay. Sincerely, Markona Love "LINDSAY DAY" (June 16) Author's Note: I wrote this from within a state of apology, currently in progress. I had the realization that I was adding more of the same stress to what Lindsay already had piled on her. I was being self-centered and selfish of her feelings, which I will forever regret. JUNE 16, 2023 Is "Randy the Racer" TRUTH or LIES? Go online at groundcovernews.org to cast your vote! You guessed right Groundcover readers, the Town of Junken, published May 19, was based on a TRUE story.
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