Posts Tagged ‘Thanksgiving’

Happy Thanksgiving!

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November 28th, 2019 Posted 8:29 am

Rick Torres crouched under a strip of tape, came toward us, shook hands with Bernie. “Hey, Chet,” he said, and gave me a pat. “Lookin’ good. Is he still growing, Bernie?”

“Hardly seems possible,” Bernie said. “This is my son Charlie. Shake hands with Sergeant Torres, Charlie.”

Rick held out his hand. Charlie gazed down at the ground.

“I won’t bite,” Rick said. Of course he wouldn’t! Hardly any humans did, their little teeth not being much of a weapon. I did remember a perp named Clancy Green chomping on some other perp’s arm, but that was on a Halloween night, the only holiday I don’t like – Halloween brings out the worst in people, Bernie says. Thanksgiving is my favorite, except for that one time with the drumstick incident, maybe a story for another day.

(from To Fetch A Thief)

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Happy Thanksgiving!

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November 22nd, 2018 Posted 7:48 am

Here, from DOG ON IT, the first mention (there are lots) of Thanksgiving in the Chet and Bernie series:

Albie Rose lived in the biggest house I’d ever seen, more like a palace, surrounded by high walls. A guy with big shoulders and a gun on his hip led us across vast green lawns to a huge swimming pool. On a deck chair by the pool lay a fat old man in a tiny bathing suit. His skin was oiled and deeply tanned, just about the color and texture of a turkey Leda had left too long in the oven one Thanksgiving. I tried not to look.

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Turkey Solidarity?

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November 21st, 2018 Posted 7:45 am

These guys appeared in our driveway yesterday (photo Rosie G). The same driveway where tomorrow some deep frying will be going on. Coincidence? Or are they activists of some sort?

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Happy Thanksgiving!

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November 23rd, 2017 Posted 9:11 am

Here, from DOG ON IT, the first mention (there are lots) of Thanksgiving in the Chet and Bernie series:

 

Albie Rose lived in the biggest house I’d ever seen, more like a palace, surrounded by high walls. A guy with big shoulders and a gun on his hip led us across vast green lawns to a huge swimming pool. On a deck chair by the pool lay a fat old man in a tiny bathing suit. His skin was oiled and deeply tanned, just about the color and texture of a turkey Leda had left too long in the oven one Thanksgiving. I tried not to look.

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