Bob, Ray, Bakersfield (More)
“Can we go back to that chipped tooth for a second?” Bernie said.
Teeth, again? All of a sudden, for no reason at all, I felt like gnawing on one of the desk legs.
“Uncanny,” Colonel Bob said.
“Because there’s no way it’s genetic?”
“Exactly,” said Colonel Bob. “So I told him ‘hate’ was a pretty strong word, especially to throw at a stranger, but my heart was kind of sinking at the same time. And he said, ‘Look at me,’ which I did, and then he said, ‘Remember Astrid Jason?’ And it was all clear.”
“Wonder how many of us have time bombs like that,” Bernie said, “waiting to go off?”
Uh-oh. Bombs. I stopped gnawing on the desk leg. I’d done some bomb sniffing work, learned all about it in K-9 school. I’d been the best leaper, don’t know if that’s come up yet. And then – that last day!
Coming Opening Day 2011:
And today is Sunday. How do I know? Elvis gospel on Sirius/Xm. Did someone say something about Admin being on Sirius during Edgar week? Can’t remember. Milky White Way is our favorite. Bernie always says does it really matter that Elvis ripped it off note-for-note from the Trumpeteers.
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