Posts Tagged ‘Thereby Hangs A Tail’

The Boys of Summer

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November 2nd, 2017 Posted 7:40 am

Congrats to the Stros and the Dodgers for a great series. We’ll miss baseball. Here’s a little something from THEREBY HANGS A TAIL:

We drove toward the sun, through a few neighborhoods a lot like our own, then past a baseball field with a kids’ game going on. I didn’t understand baseball but it always looked like fun, and the ball itself I loved. Who’d have guessed what the insides were like? At that very moment a kid swung his bat and the ball went soaring into the sky. We weren’t going very fast. Would it be totally impossible to –

“Che – et?” Bernie had this way of sometimes saying my name real slow. The ball hit the grass and bounced toward the outfield fence in lovely long hops that made me want to – “Che – et?” We drove on.

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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September 24th, 2017 Posted 8:31 am

The perp looked around – what nasty little eyes he had! – and saw there was nowhere to go. We were in some kind of warehouse, big and shadowy, with a few grimy high-up windows and tall stacks of machine parts. I couldn’t remember how the warehouse fit in, exactly, or even what the whole case was all about; only knew beyond a doubt, from those nasty eyes and that sour end-of-the-line smell, a bit like those kosher pickles Bernie had with his BLT’s – I’d tried one; once was enough for the kosher pickles, although I always had time for a BLT – that this guy was the perp. I lunged forward and grabbed him by the pantleg. Case closed.

– from THEREBY HANGS A TAIL.

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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September 10th, 2017 Posted 8:25 am

“Call him off!” the perp screamed. “I give up.”

Bernie came running up from behind. “Good work, Chet,” he said, huffing and puffing. Poor Bernie – he was trying to give up smoking again, but not having much luck.

“Get him off! He’s biting me!”

“Chet wouldn’t bite,” Bernie said. “Not deliberately.”

“Not deliberately? What are you – “

“On the other hand, round about now he usually likes to hear a confession.”

– from THEREBY HANGS A TAIL.

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Memorial Day

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May 29th, 2017 Posted 9:38 am

We remember.

This is from THEREBY HANGS A TAIL:

“Where does it say I have to see your sorry face again?” Bernie said.

“Right back at ya,” said Colonel Bob. He strode up to Bernie. Was a fight about to break out? Colonel Bob was a big guy, bigger than Bernie. I got ready. But instead of a fight the two of them shook hands, and then Colonel Bob pulled Bernie close and they started slapping each other’s backs real hard. Colonel Bob turned to the other pilots and said, “Gonna need that bottle of JD from my office. Weren’t for this asshole you wouldn’t have to be putting up with my bullshit.”

“Why is that, Colonel?” said one of the pilots.

“Son of a bitch saved my goddamn life, is why,” said Colonel Bob. “Say hi to Bernard Little.”

Bernie’s name was Bernard? I was just finding that out now? What the hell was going on?

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