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Chetspeak on Sunday

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November 19th, 2017 Posted 8:49 am

Continuing in our beginnings series, here’s SCENTS AND SENSIBILITY:

Home at last! We’d been away so long, first in swampy country, then in a big city – maybe called Foggy Bottom – that confused me from the get-go. Is there time to mention the air in both those places before we really get started? Soggy and heavy: that sums it up.

Where were we? Was it possibly … home? Yes! Home! Home at last! Our home – mine and Bernie’s – is on Mesquite Road. Mesquite Road’s in the Valley. Quite recently I might have heard that the Valley’s in Arizona, but don’t count on that. What matters is that right now I was inhaling a nice big noseful of Valley air. Light and dry, with a hint of greasewood and just plain grease: perfect. I felt tip top. Bernie opened our door, kicked aside a huge pile of mail, and we went in.

“Ah,” said Bernie, dropping our duffel bag on the floor. I did the first thing that came to mind – just about always my M.O. – which in this case meant sniffing my way from room to room, zigzagging back and forth, nose to the floor. Front hall, our bedroom, Charlie’s bedroom – mattress bare on account of Charlie not being around much since the divorce – office, with the circus-elephant-pattern rug, where I actually picked up a faint whiff of elephant, even though no elephant had ever been in the office. I’d had some experience with elephants, specifically an elephant name of Peanut, no time to go into that now. The point was: somehow I was smelling elephants in the office. Had to mean I was on a roll. Chet the Jet!

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Chetspeak on Father’s Day Sunday

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June 18th, 2017 Posted 9:03 am

“Ms. Peoples is mad at dad.”

Leda’s smile started to disappear. That takes time, what with there being so much of it. “Ms. Peoples the bus driver?”

“She has a cat named Agatha.”

“Why is she mad at da – at your father?”

Charlie’s mouth opened like he was about to say something. Then he glanced at Bernie – who actually wasn’t even watching, his gaze having turned to the window, where Malcolm was just stepping back, out of view – and that little mouth closed right up.

“Charlie?” Leda said.

“Ms. Peoples thinks I’m immature,” Bernie told her.

Leda’s smile was now entirely gone. “What did you do? Forget it – I don’t even want to know.”

“He stirred the kids up!” Charlie said. Blurted: could that be the expression?

“Is that how Ms. Peoples put it?”

Charlie nodded. “She doesn’t like when we get stirred up. She likes when we sit still and think quiet thoughts.”

“Quiet thoughts?” Bernie said. “What the hell are – “

Leda gave Bernie a look I remembered from the old days and he went silent.

– from Scents and Sensibility.

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Random Amazon Review We Like

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June 12th, 2017 Posted 8:12 am

5.0 out of 5 stars – Five Stars – June 9, 2017.
Joseph R. Resar on SCENTS AND SENSIBILITY:
Great book, Ive read the whole series!
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Chetspeak on Sunday

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April 30th, 2017 Posted 8:15 am

Sniff sniff sniffing gets your nostrils quivering real fast, a nice feeling, as you might not know, the human sense of smell – even in huge-nosed dudes and gals – always turning out to be shockingly weak, in my experience. Take Bernie, for example, and his lovely big nose, somewhat crooked, although he plans to get it fixed when he’s sure no more dustups are in his future, which I hope is never, on account of how satisfying it is to see that sweet uppercut of his, followed by some perp toppling limp to the floor, all set for me to grab him by the pant leg, meaning case closed, closing cases being what we do at the Little Detective Agency. Little on account of Bernie’s last name being Little. I’m Chet, pure and simple. As for Bernie’s big crooked nose: What’s it for? Just beauty? Is that enough? I tried to think about that, got as far as: Why not? Hey! Beauty was enough! And of course Bernie’s the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen. Hold onto that fact, if nothing else.

– from SCENTS AND SENSIBILITY.

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