Speak, Memory

Guess what – I slept right through Elvis gospel yesterday. How did that happen? 

Okay, where were we? Was Lt. Stine asking about those petroglyph thieves? Bernie didn’t like those petroglyph thieves, not one little bit, so neither did I, even though petroglyphs turn out to be nothing but rocks with scratches on them. Have I mentioned about how Lt. Stine was the guy who got me and Bernie together in the first place? The crack house where I was a puppy, the drunks, K-9 school, all that? Is anyone interested in any of this? The other day I remembered the whole thing, exactly! Every detail. Not now, for some reason.

Okay, where were we?


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4 Responses to “Speak, Memory”

  1. Diane Brodson
    2:43 am on June 8th, 2009

    I forget…. I remember something about a steak.

  2. B. Stover
    2:53 am on June 8th, 2009

    Stine wanted to get back to the knife and he asked another question. That was before the steak and snooze. And, yes, Chet, I'd like to hear the story of how you and Bernie got together.

  3. LizF
    3:37 am on June 8th, 2009

    Yes, I want to hear about when you were a puppy! (and the gold bar…)

  4. Lady Doodle Dog
    4:14 am on June 8th, 2009

    Hey! I think you might be making this all up. But, I don't care. I'll still send you some chicken liver biscotti next time Mom bakes.

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