Posts Tagged ‘Bark To The Future’

When Ears Do The Thinking

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September 9th, 2022 Posted 7:41 am

At that moment, the little red-faced dude blew his whistle, real loud, the harshest whistle blast I’d ever heard. Shoot him, Bernie! Oh, no, what a terrible thought. That was my ears doing the thinking, not me. And besides, we weren’t even carrying, the .38 Special locked up in the office safe back home, along with the single shot .410 and some World War Two grenades that recently came into our possession following a case I hadn’t understood from beginning to end.

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Football Returns!

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September 8th, 2022 Posted 7:13 am

First NFL game of the season is tonight. Football comes up from time to time in my work, going all the way back to Hard Rain, and it’s central to the plot of Reality Check, my YA novel that won an Edgar award. There’s also football in the Chet and Bernie series, in Bark To The Future, the most recent C&B, and in Heart of Barkness, and elsewhere I can’t remember at the moment. This is from Heart of Barkness:

We walked onto the field, mostly dirt with tufts of grass here and there. Coach Flowers had moved out from between the two rows of players, now stood to the side. We stopped nearby. Coach Flowers put the whistle in his mouth, sort of nudging the stogie to one side, and talked around them.

“On the whistle, potato heads. Not before, not after. All set?”

He blew the whistle, a sound I hate, but at least I’d known it was coming. The two rows charged each other, thumping together with lots of grunts and shouts, none of the shouts actual words, more like the kind of noise you hear on Animal Planet. The kids finished knocking each other around, picked themselves up, dusted themselves off.

“What the heck?” said Coach Flowers. Or something like that – he wasn’t easy to understand with the whistle and stogie in his mouth. “Call that hitting? Don’t look like hitting to me. Looked like hugging your sister.”

One of the kids said, “I’m a sister, coach.”

Coach Flowers turned to her. “Did I ask for your opinion, Taneeka?”

“Not yet, coach.”

“Take a lap.”

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Back To School!

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September 6th, 2022 Posted 8:10 am

Back to school! Even though some time has passed since my school days, I still get that back to school feeling the day after Labor Day. Here, from Bark To The Future, is Bernie back at his old high school. And below, me in college, mind perhaps not on studies.
“This is where they had the junior prom, big guy. I took Polly Grace – even though she was a junior and I was a sophomore which seemed huge at the time. Probably the most daring thing I’d done in my life up till then.” He breathed deep, let the breath out slow. “I remember her hand on my back, kind of sizing me up, although I didn’t think of it that way then.” He closed his eyes. “I didn’t think at all.” Whatever this was I didn’t like the way it was going, and maybe Bernie didn’t either, opening his eyes and giving himself a good shake, so often the right move. “Not long after that I stepped on her foot, and pretty hard, and that wasn’t the worst of it.” He laughed. “Soon she was dancing with others and there was no good night kiss when I drove her home. Served me right, in retrospect, but why does comprehension have to take so long ?”
I had no answer, and also no clue what he was talking about. He went over to a rack of basketballs and just gazed at them.
“The whole place was so electric back then,” he said. “Where did that go?”
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Junior Prom

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August 30th, 2022 Posted 7:13 am

“This is where they had the junior prom, big guy. I took Polly Grace – even though she was a junior and I was a sophomore which seemed huge at the time. Probably the most daring thing I’d done in my life up till then.” Hebreathed deep, let the breath out slow. “I remember her hand on my back, kind of sizing me up, although I didn’t think of it that way then.” He closed his eyes. “I didn’t think at all.” Whatever this was I didn’t like the way it was going, and maybe Bernie didn’t either, opening his eyes and giving himself a good shake, so often the right move. “Not long after that I stepped on her foot, and pretty hard, and that wasn’t the worst of it.” He laughed. “Soon she was dancing with others and there was no good night kiss when I drove her home. Served me right, in retrospect, but why does comprehension have to take so long?”

 

 

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