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What’s In A Name?

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January 16th, 2018 Posted 8:49 am

Too late for What’s In A Name? It should have been yesterday, the fifteenth! And once we could land men on the moon! (Twelve in all. When will the 13th be there?)

Mrs. Publicist: How about Boutette, the surname of that somewhat iffy Louisiana family in THE SOUND AND THE FURRY?

Pete (in his Spence voice): Good choice. I love the Boutette brothers! Baron (aka Frenchie), Duke, Lord, and Ralph.

Mrs. P: Ralph being the good one.

Pete: And he’s also the one that’s missing. I could have written a whole book of just the 3 iffy brothers talking. But you have to stay away from that sort of thing in the novel-writing world.

Mrs. P: Or else?

Pete: Or else the Department of Imagination revokes your card. But back to Boutette. Boute means “end” in French and so Boutette kind of means “little end.” That below-the-surface association always helps me with a character.

Mrs. P: Even if you’re the only one in on the secret?

Pete: Especially!

Mrs. P: Hmm. See you next month for another edition of What’s In A Name!

 

 

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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November 5th, 2017 Posted 8:08 am

We’ve been doing beginnings. Here’s THE SOUND AND THE FURRY:

“One thing’s for sure,” the lawyer said, handing Bernie our check, “you earned every cent.”

Bernie tucked the check in – oh, no – the chest pocket of his Hawaiian shirt, just about his nicest Hawaiian shirt, with the hula dancers and the trombones, but that wasn’t the point. The point was we’d had chest pocket problems in the past, more than once. And possibly more than twice, but I wouldn’t know, since I don’t count past two. What I do know is that checks have a way of falling out of chest pockets.

“What’s he barking about?” the lawyer said.

Bernie glanced at me. “Just wants to get rolling,” he said. That wasn’t it at all: what I wanted was for Bernie to put that check in his front pants pocket where it would be safe. But then I realized that I did kind of want to get rolling. Wow! That was Bernie, knowing my own mind better than I did. And I knew his exactly the same way! Which is just one of the reasons why the Little Detective Agency is so successful, especially if you forget about the finances part. We’re partners. He’s Bernie Little. I’m Chet, pure and simple.

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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May 21st, 2017 Posted 7:57 am

I smelled burned air, the kind of burned air that meant – BOOM! And there it was: thunder. Panting sounds started up right away.

“Easy, big guy,” Bernie said.

The panting? Me? Probably had to be me. Bernie wasn’t

panting the least bit – he hardly ever did, just maybe sometimes when we were hiking in steep country – and no one else was around, except for a few dudes sitting on their front steps, one or two drinking out of paper bags. “It’s only thunder,” he said.

The thunder wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was that burned air smell.

“Now you’re barking? What’s with you? Put a lid on it.”

Nothing. Nothing was with me. Lid was what again? I shut myself up, or at least amped down to a low growl. There’s only so much I can do. Hey! But it’s a lot. And just like that I was in a great mood, never better. More burned air, more thunder, more lightning? I hardly even noticed.

– from THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.

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Get Well Soon, Lilly!

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April 21st, 2017 Posted 8:25 am

http://www.palmbeachpost.com/news/alligators-aggressive-this-season-second-local-dog-attacked/gflbEhl80bXxsLEN9Ap5BN/

(And for more on gators and the nation within, there’s always THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.)

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