Archive for August, 2011

Last Day To Enter This Month’s Friend Of Chet Contest!


August 31st, 2011 Posted 7:49 am

“Remember when Amalia was in town?” Admin says.

“Yup,” says Spence. “We had a very nice time.”

“Didn’t you sign a whole bunch of things for her?”

“I did, now that you mention it.”

“Wonder what happened with that.”

“Me, too. There are a lot of black holes in life.”

“Now you’re sounding like me,” Admin says.

Welcome Beauregard, Elliot from Billings.


Irene Cleanup (More)


August 30th, 2011 Posted 9:59 am

“You’ll have to talk louder,” Admin says. “I’ve been using the leaf blower.”

“Without ear protection?” says Spence.

“What?” says Admin.

Spence raises his voice. “Apparently The Dog Who Knew Too Much made Amazon’s movers and shakers list yesterday.”

“What does that mean?”

“No idea,” Spence says. “Also LitStack reviewed it. I like that site. Should I post a link?”


Welcome Miles and Aspen, Tasha, Kody and Remy.


Irene Cleanup


August 29th, 2011 Posted 8:29 am

“Leaf blower?” says Spence.

“Yup,” says Admin.





“Willing workers?”


“Then let’s get started.”

Three days left to become a Friend of Chet before the Friend of the Month contest. Winner’s photo is displayed in the special place over on the right, and winner’s human companion gets a signed copy of the most recent Chet and Bernie book.

Our apologies for the blog bug. The relevant people have been alerted and things will be back to normal soon.


Ridiculously Early Sneak Peek: Robbie Forester and the Outlaws of Sherwood St. (Opening Scene, Part 2)


August 28th, 2011 Posted 7:53 am

I didn’t know what to say.

Her eyes narrowed. “I know you,” she said. “You’re the girlie who dropped eighty-five cents in the cup. And  sixty another time.”

My parents said not to give money to street people, that there were better ways of helping, which maybe made sense but didn’t feel right. So all I thought at that moment was: eighty-five cents and sixty cents—not much.

“Sorry,” I said, “but that was all I had on me and—”

Before I could finish, strong hands were pushing me to the side and voices were calling “Get back, out of the way.” Two cops had arrived and were clearing space around the woman. I ended up behind some tall people. An ambulance came roaring up, siren blaring. I caught glimpses of EMTs hopping out, feeling her pulse, clamping an oxygen mask over her face, rolling her onto a stretcher, and hoisting her into the back of the ambulance. The crowd lost interest fast, everyone dispersing, giving me a clear view, and what I saw was the woman’s arm dangling down from the stretcher and something slipping off her wrist and falling into the gutter. I went forward and picked it up. It was a braided leather bracelet, possibly a charm bracelet, although only a single charm hung from it – a tiny silver heart.

“You dropped this,” I called, just as the ambulance doors were closing. No one inside noticed me, except for the woman. Her eyes were looking right into mine and seemed to be trying to send some message, but I didn’t get whatever it was. The doors slammed shut, and the ambulance took off. I ran a step or two after it before giving up. Then I put the charm bracelet in my pocket and hurried to school.

For Part One of the opening, please see last Sunday’s post (2nd entry at the link):

Welcome Cotton from Venezuela, Reho, Debo Dukes and Daisy Dukes.


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