Posts Tagged ‘Elvis gospel’

Sneak Peek: Theological Discussion From Book 3


February 21st, 2010 Posted 8:20 am

Sunday, meaning Elvis gospel, but don’t get me started on that, because then I might forget what I’m meaning to post today. That might have happened before about this very same post. In fact is it kind of happening now? What was it I was going to …? Oh, right. A short selection from book 3, just right for Sunday, Bernie says. So all I need to do now is hold that thought. Hold that thought, big guy. And one other thing, Admin says: spoiler alert!

We walked across the lot. Ollie was swinging one leg over the motorcycle when he saw us. He paused, then sat slowly on the seat.

“Got a moment?” Bernie said.

“Pressed for time, tell you the truth,” Ollie said.

“The truth is always a nice change of pace,” Bernie said.

“Huh?” said Ollie.

Bernie smiled, the kind that’s only about showing teeth. “Cool bike,” he said, putting his hand on it.

Ollie gave Bernie’s hand a look – he didn’t like his bike getting touched, hard to miss that – but all he said was, “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Came to express our condolences,” Bernie said.

“For what?”

“The circus’s recent loss.”

“What was that?”

“Uri DeLeath,” Bernie said. “Unless we’ve got the wrong funeral.”

“Nope, it’s the right one. He passed on.”

“One way of putting it.”

“Like, to the other side,” Ollie said.

“How do you feel about that, Ollie?”

“The other side, you mean?”

“Sure, why not?”

Ollie squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. A certain kind of dude, the kind we always bring down, does that when he’s trying to have a thought. “I don’t know,” he said, eyes opening. “Is there a hell, too? Or just heaven.”

Bernie smiled again, this time the actually-having-fun type. “What if there’s hell and hell only? Ever think of that, Ollie?”

“Damn. You think that’s possible?”

“Depends on the point of all this,” Bernie said, “assuming there is one.” Ollie glanced around the way humans do when they’re trying to figure out where they are.


Spoiler Alert


February 14th, 2010 Posted 9:47 am

Sunday. How do I know? Elvis gospel on Sirius/XM. “How many singers around today will have their own channels decades after they’re gone?” Bernie says. No idea. In fact, I don’t understand the question. But it must be important or Bernie wouldn’t have asked it.

Why does it say spoiler alert up at the top? Because I was going to post something different today, a scene from book three that this being Sunday reminded me of. But then the whole Elvis gospel thing started up and here we are! It’s a long weekend, right? Have fun, everybody. We’ll do the book three scene tomorrow. And that’s a promise, or pretty close.

Hey – all of a sudden we’ve got a big commotion. Bernie’s running around, getting dressed, kind of in a panic, although Bernie never panics. “Oh my God, Chet,” he says. “I forgot Valentine’s Day.”

Valentine? Was there a perp of that name in our past? If so, look out Mister Valentine. Your number’s up.



I’m There! (Sort Of!)


January 31st, 2010 Posted 8:38 am

“Hey,” Bernie said, “the AKC has released its list of the ten most popular breeds for 2009.” He read them out: Labrador Retriever, German Shepherd, Yorkshire Terrier, Golden Retriever, Beagle, Boxer, Bulldog, Dachshund, Poodle, Shih Tzu.

I thought: so what?

Then Bernie said, “You’re on here, big guy – more than once.” My tail started wagging. More than once? Not too shabby.

And it must be Sunday. How do I know? Elvis gospel on the radio. Have I mentioned already about Milky White Way being our favorite? Why not mention it again? There’s this whole riff Bernie has about that song, something about the Trumpeteers. I’ll leave that out this time.

Note to Rio from Spence: saw your very nice comment on Chet’s very first post, Inauguration Day. Many thanks – and happy birthday and best wishes to your dad.



Orange Jumpsuit (Corrected)


January 24th, 2010 Posted 8:02 am

Sunday. How do I know? Because Elvis gospel is on the radio. Milky White Way is our favorite. “Does it matter that Elvis copied it note for note from the Trumpeteers?” Bernie says. Not to me.

He’s taking a break from working on the budget, whatever that is. “It should be simple, Chet. Money out can’t be greater than money in. Doesn’t Mr. Micawber say something about that?”

Mr. Micawber – that was new. Sounded like a perp to me, and if so he’ll soon be wearing an orange jumpsuit. Heads up, Mr. Micawber – we collar them all eventually, here at the Little Detective Agency.


The Books

powered by wordpress | site by bakermedia