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The Political Chet

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August 14th, 2019 Posted 9:29 am

Several readers have raised the idea of Chet for president. Without getting into the pros and cons, at least I think we know the elevator pitch. Here, from The Dog Who Knew Too Much (although it comes up in just about every book in the series, although never exactly the same syntactically or contextually, I happened to notice):

“I like just about every human I’ve ever rubbed up against – even the perps and gangbangers – except for the nasty-sounding types.”

 

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Sports With Meaning, But Not The Political Kind

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September 26th, 2017 Posted 8:54 am

“Oh, I’m sticking with it,” LeAnne said. Any other possibility had never occurred to her.

“Why?”

“I love the pole vault,” LeAnne said.

“What do you love about it?”

LeAnne had never considered that question. What did she love about the pole vault? “The feel, I guess.”

“Tell me about that.”

This wasn’t easy.

“Take your time,” Gina said. No more bumping and crashing sounds came from inside the bus. Was Mr. Adelson eavesdropping?

“Well,” said LeAnne, “in English the other day we were learning about three-act plays. And I wondered if the pole vault was like that. First there’s the set-up – that’s the run. Then there’s the complication – getting all the moves down so the pole bends just right. And after that’s the resolution – when you let go and fly.” Gina was watching her closely. “Is … is that the kind of thing you mean?” LeAnne said. “Or something else?”

– from THE RIGHT SIDE.

 

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Election Day

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November 8th, 2016 Posted 7:47 am

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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October 16th, 2016 Posted 8:15 am

 

 

“But then the mayor slid down the window and we got to talkin.’”

“About what?”

Nixon shrugged. That’s a human move I always watch for. It can mean lots of things. This time? Your call. “Wanted to know if I was named after Nixon. You know – the president.”

“I know,” Bernie said. “And are you?”

“Yup.”

“Your parents hated you?”

Nixon gave Bernie a long look, a look I’d seen many times. It meant someone had just realized that Bernie was the smartest human in the room, no news to me. “How’d you know?” Nixon said. “I was the fifth boy. Long about then they were hankerin’ for a girl. But – funny thing – turns out to be a big plus with the mayor.”

“He’s a Tricky Dick fan?” Bernie said.

“A secret fan,” said Nixon. “Just between him and me, what with the election coming up. On account of the name being so – what would you say?”

“Toxic.”

“Yeah, toxic with most people.”

“You can always change it,” Bernie said.

“Nope,” said Nixon. “It’s part of me.” He took out his dip, bit off another chew. “Maybe someday I’ll invade Cambodia.”

– from A FISTFUL OF COLLARS.

 

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