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from MAKING A RUN FOR IT FROM BERLIN TO TEXAS BOOK THREE by Manfred Kaiter and L.arry Thompson

Copyright © 2018–2020 Larry K. Thompson

Chapter 18

While I worked on the hotel, I watched the other bricklayers to find out who among them him to find out who among work quality brick masons. I knew that many of them were local bricklayers, and I suspected that they would be looking for a job once the hotel was complete. I believed that I might be able to spread the word that I was a bricklayer and hopefully catch some work with one of the local builders. If I could do that, then I could hire a crew, and I would be in business as a brick contractor. So, I made my plan, I worked steadily, and I watched for an opportunity.

I was reading the local newspaper when I saw an article about Buddy Holly the rock ‘n’ roll singer. Buddy was big in Germany, and I knew he was being in Lubbock Texas. The article told where he and the Crickets would be playing. I knew I had to go there and listen to him play because I was wild about Buddy Holly’s music. I sang his song all day long as I laid brick around homes in Lubbock.

The day arrived, and I bought a ticket early so that I could be at the Buddy Holly concert. The concert was not in the city: of Lubbock. It was outside the city limits, if I remember correctly, and it was being held in a sort of nightclub. I think the club was northeast of Lubbock, between Lubbock and another small town named Idalou. I had to pay a cover charge even though I had bought a ticket. I didn’t mind, though, because I was getting to see a live performance of Buddy Holly and the Crickets.

The music began, and I sing every song that the group played. And when people started applauding Buddy and his band, I applauded too. I whistled and raised my hands and swayed back and forth with the rest of the crowd.

 I mean I was really enjoying myself. I was standing there in the crowd waiting for the next song when a very attractive young brunette tapped me on the shoulder and said, “It looks like you really enjoy Buddy and his band.”

I said the young brunette was attractive. That was an understatement. I was mesmerized. I had trouble talking to her. I had heard the term used about women were, “drop dead gorgeous!” This was it. I stammered, “Uh, I…uh… have liked his music for long time.”

She smiled, “You’re not from around here, are you?”

I had to stop and get my brains in order so that I could talk to her. I cleared my throat, and I said, “No, I’m from...






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