Archive for May, 2012

Tomorrow Is Memorial Day


May 27th, 2012 Posted 9:22 am

Which began after the Civil War.

With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation’s wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan–to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations.


Step Right Up! (Revised!)(Again!)


May 26th, 2012 Posted 9:21 am

The big news today is Snowhook’s Musher Mercantile Spring Boutique. For those who maybe don’t know, this blog takes a big interest in Snowhook Kennel, wonderful, inspiring and heartwarming competitors in the Iditarod race, the greatest dogsled race in the world. Today at noon they open their spring online store in aid of the 2012-2013 racing season. Some of the items have been created and donated by the Plunderers, an extremely inventive group of people who make this blog a better place. Store opens at 12 noon ET. A link will be posted here in the comments section. Bulletin! Bulletin! And it is now also posted right here, as of this second:

(You can watch a great video of the 2012 Iditarod featuring AJ of Snowhook and his beautiful team by clicking on the About button.)





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Beginnings (5): ?


May 25th, 2012 Posted 8:38 am

“We’ve had four straight days of beginnings,” Admin says. “Do you know that expression – enough already?”

“But today I was going to give them a sneak – ” Spence begins.

“Forget it! And anyway, which beginning were you going to do – A Fistful of Collars or the e-story, A Cat Was Involved?”

“That’s what I wanted to discuss.”

“Another time,” Admin says, picking up his tennis racket and starting to look for the balls. The balls? Uh-oh.


Beginnings (4): The Dog Who Knew Too Much


May 24th, 2012 Posted 6:49 am

Was I proud of Bernie or what?

True, he’d been pretty nervous going into this gig. I can always tell when Bernie’s nervous – which hardly ever happens, and never when we’re in action – because his smell sharpens a bit, although it’s still the best human smell there is, apples, bourbon, salt and pepper; but now, up on the stage, he was doing great.

“Which, um,” he was saying, “reminds me of a joke. “Sort of. Maybe not a joke,” he went on, turning a page, “more like a – “ and at that moment the whole wad of papers somehow jumped out of his hands, all the pages gliding down in different directions. He bent and started gathering them up. That gave me a chance, sitting a few rows back, to recoy or recon – or something like that – the joint, always important in our line of work, as Bernie often said.

We were in a conference room at a hotel near the airport, and everyone in the audience – maybe not quite as big as it had been at the beginning, when Bernie had tapped the microphone, a painful sound for me, pounding like drums right next to my ears, although no one else seemed to mind, cleared his throat and said, “Can, uh, you hear me all right?” a terrific start, in my opinion – was a private eye, on account of this was the Great Western Private Eye Convention. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie, Bernie’s last name being Little. I’m Chet, pure and simple, and we’d been in business for almost as long as I could remember, although we’d never been to a convention before. “Not our thing,” Bernie said, so that was that, until Georgie Malhouf, president of the Great Western Private Eye Association, offered Bernie five hundred bucks to give a speech.

“A speech?” Bernie had said.

“Twenty minutes, tops,” Georgie Malhouf told him. “Plus questions.”

“I’ve never given a speech in my life.”

“So what?” said Georgie Malhouf. “There was also a time in your life when you hadn’t had sex. Did that stop you?”

Welcome Missy the island girl, Ty and Mak.


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