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Hawaiian Pants (More)


June 15th, 2021 Posted 8:26 am

The subject of Hawaiian pants (important plot element in the Chet and Bernie series) and male rompers came up yesterday. Many thanks to Hobbit for sending this image. She quotes the advertising: “Be the life of the party. Have the girls flock to you!”



Hawaiian Pants


June 14th, 2021 Posted 8:21 am

As readers of the Chet and Bernie series know, Hawaiian pants play a highly negative role in the fortunes of C&B. Here’s a pertinent email from Ellen, a very entertaining reader. (If anyone has relevant photo evidence, please send.)

Hello. I’m a big fan of your Chet and Bernie books. As a sharp eyed reader, I just wanted to alert you to the fact that there is a fashion trend out there that is alarmingly like Bernie’s beloved Hawaiian pants. It is the male romper. I just saw a young man, seemingly normal, in a pink floral romper at a waterfront restaurant on the Chesapeake Bay. Every older woman dining on the deck followed him with their eyes. Men averted their eyes and mumbled things like, “Did he lose a bet to have to wear that?”. His party walked to a pavilion bar at the end of the pier. I didn’t get a great look at his outfit, not having my glasses on, so I walked down the pier to take a look at the bar & the onesie wearer. The romper wearer was with a group of 20-somethings, part of a pre wedding get together. His friend was leaning into him and I heard this snatch of a conversation. “…attention. You just had to wear that f***ing…..”. Very close to those Hawaiian pants, very close.


Now In Paperback!


May 11th, 2021 Posted 6:54 am

Have I mentioned that Of Mutts And Men, the most recent Chet and Bernie (a-series-that-can-be-read-in-any-order™), is now available in paperback? A convenient format for beach reading. Also hammock reading. Meanwhile Kim H.M. sends the following photo and this note:

“So, I’m a high school teacher , guess what one of my students wore to school today?!? HAWAIIAN PANTS!”

As C&B readers know, of course, Hawaiian pants spell financial ruin.


Beginnings (Not)


July 12th, 2020 Posted 8:34 am

On Sunday we usually do beginnings, taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. But today – something a little different. For the reading part of the events on the virtual tour for Of Mutts And Men, we’ve been throwing caution to the winds (what with life otherwise so cautious for so many these days) and opening the book at random! Here’s where we ended up last night at our fun visit to Book Carnival in Orange County, one of our faves.

We came to the street with all the self-storage places, one big garage-like building after another, all of them with many doors. Bernie parked in front of our door, pressed a button on his phone. The door slid up. Humans have lots of tricks like that. Does it make things more fun for them? I took a glance at him. He didn’t seem to be having fun. We went inside and did something we hadn’t done in a long time, namely check out our Hawaiian pants.

Racks of hanging Hawaiian pants. Shelves of folded Hawaiian pants. Boxes of boxed-up Hawaiian pants, stacked floor to ceiling. A beam of light came through a small high-up side window, a light beam full of swirling dust. We walked to the back where a stool stood against the wall, a single pair of Hawaiian pants draped on top, the legs slumping down to the floor. Bernie picked them up and held them against his body, like he was thinking of trying them on. Try them on, Bernie, try them on! They’ll look great!

But he did not. Instead he folded them very carefully and was about to put them back when he noticed an open pack of cigarettes lying on the stool.

“Hey,” he said, the first word he’d spoken in some time. Moments later, he was sitting on the stool, lighting up, taking that first drag, letting it out with a long, slow breath. “Pot of gold,” he said. Someone else had said that very thing and not long ago. I came very close to remembering who. Chet the Jet, on fire! Or at least heating up. Smoke rose into the light beam and mixed with the dust motes up in the golden air. There’s all kinds of beauty in life.

Bernie took another drag. “There’s what you can control and what you can’t,” he said. “Which everybody knows. There’s also what you think you can control but can’t, which some people know. But what about the things you think you can’t control but actually can? See where I’m heading with this?”

At first I did not but then from out of nowhere it came to me. We were going to burn our self-storage to the ground, let all the Hawaiian pants go up in smoke! Wow! What a brilliant idea! I did a fast trot to the door and back, just letting Bernie know I totally on board.


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