tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35696632011-04-21T20:25:50.745-04:00The writings, thoughts, musings, ponderings and poems of Johnny Dollar.Johnnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348710057231291857noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569663.post-776207282002-06-11T15:26:00.000-04:002002-06-11T15:26:57.170-04:00<a href="about:blank?untitled=yes"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569663-77620728?l=johnnydollar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348710057231291857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569663.post-776204162002-06-11T15:18:00.000-04:002002-06-11T15:18:19.850-04:00...and dozed off. The ringing phone woke me up, again. It was her...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569663-77620416?l=johnnydollar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348710057231291857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569663.post-776200552002-06-11T15:08:00.000-04:002002-06-11T15:17:12.000-04:00...from a voluptuous-sounding voice at three in the morning. <br />"Johnny, I need your help!" she whispered, not even waiting for me to answer the phone. <br />"What's wrong?" I answered, "And who are you?" <br />"I can't talk right now!" she said, still whispering, "I'll call you back in two hours!" <br />"But..." Then nothing but the silence that follows the click of a phone hanging up. <br />I was awake now, so I got up and made some coffee, although I certainly didn't need it to stay awake. How could I sleep after a phone call like that! To kill the two hours, I started to read yesterday's newspaper... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569663-77620055?l=johnnydollar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348710057231291857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3569663.post-776198582002-06-11T15:03:00.000-04:002002-06-11T15:05:09.000-04:00<FONT SIZE=6 COLOR=RED> Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar.</FONT> <BR> I sign this first because I may not live through it. So if I suddenly trail off, you'll understand why. This all began with a phone call...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3569663-77619858?l=johnnydollar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13348710057231291857noreply@blogger.com