Jersey City Improv
Sometimes it takes a while to come up with a quality idea that you can use as a post to write and put into your blog.
Even for non-quality ideas, like those which frequently pass for Tall Tales on this site — of which this is one.
I suppose that could explain why some folks eventually abandon their blogs. But, lets face it, ideas for posts don’t grow on trees.
Unless maybe you’re an Arboriculturalist — where you then turn your posts into instruction manuals on how to cultivate trees and shrubs.
But, here at WordPress, bloggers seldom seem all that desperate for something to write about.
Then there’s me, who can take a number of topics, scribble them down on tiny pieces of paper, dump them all into a bowl — and I still manage to fail at coming up with a post.
But not today folks, because today I didn’t have a clue what I was going to write about — until now.
Which is why I’ve decided to tell you all about, “The Legend of Sterling Cloud.”
Sterling Cloud was an average run-of-the-mill guy — except for his name. Just like every other guy who has two ears, two eyes, two arms, two legs — two everything — maybe even two noses and two mouths!
Finding A Healing Place
Yes, Sterling is unique. I mean, really unique, because Sterling is a true silver-tongue devil. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth—everything he licks turns to silver.
That’s right. You saw Lady Gaga’s hair at The Academy Awards?
He licked it.
Utensils, platters, coins, if Sterling licks them — Silver Alert!
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One time, he was down this shaft in Nevada — which later became a silver mine — and someone dropped him a line. He grabbed it…
And it became a silver-lining—his silver lining.
Some would say, “Every Cloud has a silver lining.” but, I’m not sure about that — we haven’t met his parents yet.
However, I can tell you women call him the Silver Fox. And at the beach, the Silver Surfer. And he’s never lacking for silver bells come Christmas.
Plus, he’s quite famous for having created the silver screen—he recieved a 27 inch TV for his birthday and kissed it.
Also, he was the equestrian rider at the Summer Olympics who exclaimed to his horse “Hi Ho Silver, Away!” only to have this happen to it.
Unfortunately, no silver medal. 
That’s when he came walking into our bar and began knocking down Silver Bullets — Sterling, is rather fond of drinking Coors Light.
The Bar was called The Red Brick Inn back then ’cause it was made out of red bricks. But, that all changed after he started drinking there.
Now folks call it, The Bar of Silver.
Seems word got out that Sterling gets intoxicated. He starts staggering around and running into walls —locking lips with bricks.
Nowadays practically everyone brings him bricks him bricks to kiss. Needless to say, he goes through an awful lot of lip balm. And the locals — a lot of bricks.
And that’s “The Legend of Sterling Cloud.”
Or…
How A Post Was Born.
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Oh how I loved this! If he licked a wooden fence, would his tongue have a silver sliver?
Hey Steph, so nice to hear from you! Hope you’ve been well? You know, what a great question? Come to think of it, he does have a picket fence around his house — and he has been packing a pair of tweezers of late. Maybe we should slip over there while he’s at the bar and snoop around a little. Could be, we might just find ourselves a silver mine full of toothpicks all over the ground! I better check those silver prices again —we might be rich! 😀
I amazed Sterling hasn’t been approached by Donald Sutherland to become the next Vampire Slayer! He could just spit at the vampires and poof, they’d disappear. Right? Bye Buffy. We now have Cloudy!
Jan, I’m a little amazed myself, seeing as Donald has been doing movies like what — FOREVER! There was a time when Donald was practically in every movie — almost as much as Samual L. Jackson! Oh, Buffy is going to be sooooo jealous. And werewolves … beware. 😀
You know I’d really like to meet his brother Johnny Gold. If you can arrange that……..
George, I think we just hit the brother load! Johnny & Sterling are gonna be in the back ally of Fort Knox tomorrow night for a special concert where they’re gonna be singing their new hit “Silver & Gold.” Afterward, there’s gonna be a little meet and greet inside the sixth vault on the lower level, where John is going to be signing autographs (engravings actually) on his newly minted bars of gold. I think I can get us an audience though. Maybe I can get Sterling a little lickered up tonight at the bar —and get a free pair of tickets to the show. That shouldn’t be too hard, given he’s been hitting the sauce quite a bit of late. Only hope he can remember the lyrics to the song. Otherwise, we groupies might be disappointed — cause he’s been known to slur his word when he’s sloppy drunk. Well, there’s always the CD I suppose. 😀
Lol…silver and gold, didn’t Burl Ives sing that in the Rudolph movie? Are you saying you think Burl is part of a larger conspiracy?
Wow…what would Rudolph and Santa think?
Burl, part of a larger conspiracy? Well, large maybe, as I understand Burl was quite big at the time and by all accounts—for some time thereafter. Johnny and Sterling are only doing a cover, to which I’m sure, Rudolph and Santa gave them mechanical license to do so—due to their holding the copyright—thus, securing a rather lucrative deal in the process. Not to mention, they probably made out like bandits! 😀
Point of clarification: are we talking solid silver or silver-plated? Inquiring minds need to know.
Ally, I wanna say … solid silver, but there’s just a chance I could be wrong on that and it could be silver-plated? I better ask the folks down at People Magazine to do a cotton swab of his mouth and test his saliva — being as they’re the real experts on this sort of thing. Might be the only way to be sure as the police, and the breathalyzer tests they did on him, have proven inconclusive. I’ll get back to you with the results. 😀
I wouldn’t mind bringing him some bricks!
I’m almost certain I can get you in to see the “Wizard of Silver”, GP. He’s been going by that moniker of late — the “Silver Miner” thing just wasn’t working for him. 😀
Fun!
Fun, not to mention Sterling has been getting filthy rich while doing it too, Jodi. He’s taken to wearing a miners hat with a light on it of late while kissing bricks for the folks. Say’s, “It’s his new gig.” The lines have been going around the block — it’s like he’s a rock star or something. Now the establishment is turning out the lights whenever he’s in and has given him a throne to sit on. They’re even ushering in the patrons by mine cars over to his corner! What a primadonna! 😀
Lol!
😀
And to think all of this happened just as you’ve reported it, Paul!
Well, I might have exaggerated just a little bit here and there, Mitch. Not that I’m known for telling “Big Windys” or anything, but some folks claim I’ve spun a yarn or two — and I’ve never even touched a knitting needle! 😀
I loved the intro of this blog post which is very different from all that I’ve read here on WordPress so far 😀 I wish I can write as randomly but still have quality and learnings, like you.. You have talent, my friend!
I really must thank you for those very kind words, chuapanda. I wish I could claim my random style of writing was actually born out of many years of hard work and dedication, so I think I’ll go with that for now — until you find out the real truth. Truth be told, though, it’s really been a product of trial and error. As a rule, writers (this one anyway) usually evolve as they plod along. At first, you think you know what you wanna do — you wanna be a writer. So you start reading the works of other writers (the real ones) and you come to realize, “Hey, I could do this for a living” — if only I were Hemingway. Once you’ve accepted you’re never going to be Hemingway, you move on … to Steinbeck, Dickens, and Austen … before you settle on Stephen King, who really scares the hell out of you — because he’s really that good. That’s when you discover, Marx, Groucho Marx (as the works of Karl Marx are way too intellectual for me) who’s writings reminded me that Karl Marx — might not be an isolated case. It is here I began to realize that Groucho’s writings are defined by wit AND intelligence — of which I possess neither, but I did make a connection — finally! And that was: a writer’s style is as important as what he writes. Now, I may not be capable of writing as well as all the above writers, or of even adopting their styles, but I began to imagine that maybe I could mimic wit and humor — with a heavy emphasis on the word, maybe. From there, it became just a simple hop, skip, and ENORMOUS VAULT to my particular random style of writing. That of — taking an unexpected detour off the beaten path of any of my ridiculous sentences or paragraphs while attempting to write in whatever particular genre I might be dabbling in at the time, only to squeeze out something totally absurd in hopes it passes for twisted-humor. Chuapanda, please know your compliment is very much appreciated for I have no doubt you possess similar qualities, probably to an even greater degree! I look forward to you sharing those talents in your writing as well. ‘O)
Thank you for your kind words, I have screenshot this comment for me to read this from time to time. Please continue your blog, you inspired me 🙂 More power to you!
Likewise. We all need a little motivation from time-to-time and, oh, the wonderful things we can all accomplish. ‘O)