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March 24th, 2010 Posted 9:32 am

Funny thing – the whole Colonel Bob case, Ray Jason, Astrid Jason, all that, is suddenly clear in my mind. I was going to post about that today, get everything straight, but Bernie says there’s too much digital wackiness going on, and if Bernie says so, then that’s that. Anyway, we’re headed for Vegas, on a hunch, Bernie says. That’s a little worrisome – last time we went to Vegas on a hunch, well, never mind.

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February 22nd, 2009 Posted 9:00 am

Bernie gave his speech at the detectives convention last night. Not much makes Bernie nervous – Suzie, sometimes. And definitely making speeches. Was he sweating or what? Human sweat: a huge topic, maybe for some other time. For now, let’s just say you can tell a lot about how people are feeling moment to moment from the smell of their sweat, and poor Bernie was feeling pretty close to panic. I thought the actual speech went very well. When I woke up, everyone was clapping. Then came drinks at the bar, possibly one too many for Bernie. He’s still asleep but I’ll have to pull the covers off him soon. My back teeth are floating.

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February 21st, 2009 Posted 10:05 am

Right now we’re on the way to Vegas, Bernie behind the wheel, me riding shotgun. Is there anything better than riding shotgun in the Porsche? A real old Porsche, by the way. Sometimes we get some bad noises and lots of smoke, and then Bernie takes out the tools and pops the hood. Nothing good ever happens after that. How come we’re going to Vegas? Bernie has to speak at a detectives convention. He told them no lots of times but they kept twisting his arm. That’s what he told Suzie – “They twisted my arm.” But when? Not when I was around. Anyone trying to twist Bernie’s arm would have to get past me first. Anyway, he’s very nervous. He keeps going over the speech out loud. I don’t understand it at all, but the desert breeze blowing all around me feels great. And what’s that up ahead? A roadrunner?

“Hey,  Chet – easy, boy.”

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