Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy and Twiggy Face a Cold Day

 

“Hey, dad. What’s the temp like out there?”

“Right now, it’s 47 (8.33 C) degrees. Looks like a high of 49 (9.44 C ).”

“What do you think, Lucy. Play outside?”

“You nuts, Little One? I need 60 (15.5 C) degrees before I go out there.”

“I agree. Gonna take this old lap.”

“I think you are making the right move.”

“You going to nap some more?”

“Yeah. Let me just rest my eyes.”

“How about a game of calamari?”

“Maybe in a few minutes.”

“You two need to get some exercise.”

“Who us?”

“Yeah, you.”

Geez, Mom. That’s a little harsh. It gives me a body image challenge.”

“From where I sit, Lucy, I think mom has a point.”

“Okay, that’s it. You have to the count of three to grab that squid and run for your life.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Lucy and Twiggy
“Hows the bone, Little One.”
“Delicious, Lucy.”
“Glad I’m not in your way. Happy Hump Day.”
“Thank you. Could you move over just a little?”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again and last week Jerry Foster (The room service guy) told Larry and Andrew about the fact that Cortez threatened Rafferty before he was killed. He also let fly that Wentworth is the son-in-law of Cortez. When asked why Janice Rafferty gave him a big tip he described seeing someone come out of her room shortly before he arrived with her breakfast. Oh, he also told our pair that Charles had nothing to do with Mrs. Rafferty. So, I see Larry and Andrew walking into the executive area and I’m guessing they are headed to Wentworth’s office.

 

“What are you going to ask Wentworth?”

“Why he lied about Jerry’s phone.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“Okay, Sherlock tell me the obvious answer.”

“He wanted us to go to Jerry’s apartment so he could have those guys with the assault rifles take us all out.”

“I guess I should restate my question to Wentworth.”

“Yes, you. Should.”

“Okay, how’s this? ‘Why did you set us up to be killed?’”

“I’m sure he’ll give you a straight answer to that one.”

“What would you ask, then?”

“I would start slowly with something like, ‘Tell us again about Jerry’s phone.’”

“Don’t you think he’ll lawyer up immediately?”

“I don’t think so. If you explain that you are interested in getting to the truth maybe he’ll finger someone else.”

“Yeah, I see that. It is worth a try. We are here at the executive office. Let’s go in.”

“Yes, gentlemen can I help you?”

“We are here to see Wentworth.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“This badge says I don’t need an appointment. Is he here?”

“L-let me check. Mr. Wentworth. There are two policemen here to see you. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. He says to go right in.”

“Well, gentlemen. So nice to see you.”

“I’ll bet seeing us is a bit of a surprise huh?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Detective.”

“Yeah sure—”

“Uh, Larry. Truth?”

“Okay, Andrew. You know Wentworth we are trying to find out who killed Alexis Rafferty.”

“What has that to do with me?”

“Nice, subtle lead-in, Larry.”

“Thanks, Andrew. Oh, I see. You are being facetious. Anyway Wentworth.”

“That’ll be Sanford.”

“Yeah, right, Sanford. You know Andrew and I are trying to get to the truth, and we think you can help us.”

“Help how?”

“For example. You pretty much said Jerry had dismantled his phone.”

“No. I said Jerry wasn’t answering his phone and then when we went to the break room it was in pieces.”

“You said it was Jerry’s phone.”

“That’s right.”

But it wasn’t.”

“News to me, Detective.”

“Okay let’s quit running around the bush. Did you send a group of hired guns to kill us?”

“Excuse me but this little game is over. Get out of my office before I call the real police.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #250 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #250

Deep Yogurt by John W. Howell © 2020

“Can you hear me?”

“Muffelluff eff.”

“What?”

“Merfing merp merp.”

“I can’t understand you. Is something blocking your mouth?”

“Ah, moggle mit merf. Is this better? The snow was in the way.”

“My goodness, yes. How are you doing?”

“Just fine. Unfortunately, I fell in this deep hole.”

“I know. I have been sent to rescue you.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Arty.”

“Arty?”

“Yup. Short for Arctic Rescue Canine.”

“Do you have a rope?”

“No. Just my paws. I will have you out in no time.”

“You are going to dig down here?”

“Yup. That’s right.”

“Then what?”

“Then, we walk out of the hole together.”

“Excuse me if I seem dubious, but I don’t know how that’s going to happen.”

“The walking part?”

“No the digging part. You’ve got about ten feet to dig to reach me.”

“Piece of cake.”

“How can you be so sure.”

“I used to be able to dig out of my yard in ten seconds flat, and that was dirt. This is snow. What chance does it stand?”

“Well, you sound convincing.”

“What do you have to lose?”

“Nothing, I guess. One more thing.”

“Yes.”

“I’m a cat.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. Arctic Bob is my name.”

“Tell me the name ‘Bob’ is not part of the term bobcat.”

“It is.”

“You know I think I hear my owner. You can do this Bob. See ya.”

“Darn. Thought I had one.”

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the Issue of the First Telephone Book in 1878

New Haven Phone Directory

 

This week marks the anniversary of the world’s first telephone directory issued by the New Haven Connecticut Telephone Company containing the names of its 50 subscribers. Most of us are always interested in the release of a new book. This one is only one page but is the first of its kind, so we should go and see what it is all about. As usual, we need to take a list of things not to do to avoid the dreaded time continuum tear.

Top Ten Things Not to Do at the Issue of the First Telephone Book in 1878 by John W. Howell © 2020

10 If you are there, do not ask about a ‘do not call’ list. If you do, at best, folks will wonder what you mean. At worst, the publisher of the book will call you a radical communist. (After all, Kevin. Who doesn’t want to be called by their friends and neighbors? I think those guys with brass knuckles wish to talk with you.)

9 If you are there, do not try to take a second copy from Tiny, the WWF champ, who is also the distribution manager. If you do, at best, Tiny will gently remind you only one copy per customer. At worst, Tiny, who has skipped three anger management sessions and also his morning coffee, will demonstrate the law of gravity, and his ability to toss a 180-pound weight ten feet into the air. Yes, Kennith, you are about to go airborne.)

8 If you are there, do not describe the mayor out loud as having “More chins than the New Haven directory.” If you do, at best, you’ll be ignored. At worst, the Chin brothers want to talk to you. (Now you’ve done it, Khalil. The brothers think your comparison cast them in a bad light since they are not listed. It looks like a duel at sunrise is the only solution.)

7 If you are there, do not ask how you can get an anonymous listing. If you do, at best, the crowd will merely wonder about your point. At worst, the idea will spread, and the phonebook will be dead before it begins. (The phone company management wants to see you in private, Kurt. I don’t think they are going to offer you a bonus for your brilliant idea.)

6 If you are there, do not ask why there are no numbers and just names. If you do, at best, your question will demonstrate your lack of knowledge about how the phone works. (there are no direct dialing methods, Kenny. You pick up the phone and ask for a person by name. This will be explained to you in the basement of the phone company office. Oh yes, there will be a water board to help you remember where you came from.)

5 If you are there, do not try to spend more than three minutes on a single call. If you do, at best, you will be gently reminded of the rules. At worst, the phone police will suspend your call privileges. (It appears that you missed the provisions of the phone company, Kareem. Customers are limited to three minutes per call, and no more than two calls an hour without permission from the central office. It looks like Geraldine is in charge. Good luck in getting your privilege back.)

4 If you are there, do not begin talking without the company’s proscribed greeting of ‘hulloa.’ If you do, at best, no one else will be on the line. At worst, there will be others on the line, and everyone will be talking at once. (Nice going, Karl. You have now created the first mob scene in telecommunications history. Also saying ‘y’all shut up” hasn’t helped.)

3 If you are there, do not think your phone is missing a part. If you do, at best, someone will explain that the talk and listen function is in one piece. At worst, you’ll be ignored, and you will miss half of the conversation. (You are supposed to say ‘That is all,” when you are finished, Klaus. You then switch the receiver quickly to your ear to listen. There is a big guy heading your way to take that instrument away from you. Let him have it.)

2 If you are there, do not say anything you don’t want fifty people to hear. If you do, at best, what you say is insignificant. At worst, calling the doctor and talking about what is bothering you will be around town in three minutes. (Yeah, Kiefer. Everyone is avoiding you. They are wondering about that rash you described to Doctor Thompson. Maybe you could have used a code word for ‘down there.’)

1 If you are there, do not try to place a collect call. If you do, at best, the operator will laugh. At worst, the police will be notified since you have not paid your subscription fee. ( The price is $22 a year, Kurtis, and there is no such thing as a payphone. I think you have disrupted not only the phone company but time as well.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Street Signs in Lakeway

I thought I would try something a little different. There are so many different names of streets in Lakeway, and yet some have a commonality. For instance, a number of them have a nautical theme, which makes sense since there is a lake here. Since Lakeway was founded in the sixties there are some streets that carry an astronaut or space theme. Since space travel was of high interest, then it is not unusual to have streets named after either vehicles or heavenly bodies.  Here are those signs.

Views of the Neighborhood

This crossroad has a twofer, Rocket, and Explorer. The marker that is attached to street signpost designates the original parts of Lakeway. The font used for the words ‘Old Lakeway’ is the style used originally on the real estate sales brochures and posters back in the sixties.

Here’s one that is pretty simple and self-explanatory.

Yeah, we can get that for sure.

Of the eleven Vanguard rockets which the project attempted to launch, three successfully placed satellites into orbit.

Although a stretch, the Zephyr Rocket was an overnight passenger train operated jointly by the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad (“Burlington Route”) and the Chicago, Rock Island and Pacific Railroad (“Rock Island Lines”) between Saint Louis, Missouri and the Twin Cities of Saint Paul and Minneapolis, Minnesota. I left this in for Dan Antion.

At the time of naming the street, I’m sure the thought was the constellation. Now NASA has an Orion, the only spacecraft designed for long-duration, human deep space exploration.

Views of the Neighborhood

Although it is unclear why the name Challenger was picked back in the sixties, it certainly can stand as a memorial to those who lost their lives on the shuttle disaster in 1986.

Intrepid is probably named after the Aircraft Carrier USS Intrepid which was the recovery ship for Mercury and Gemini space capsules.

I hope you enjoyed the walk around and hope you don’t have a crick in your neck from looking at the signs.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt “Cheek”

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

 

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again and this week’s prompt is “cheek.” Linda Hill says we can use it as a noun or verb. I can think of cheek as a noun and an adjective but am having a tough time coming up with a verb. Maybe something will come to me. If you would like to be faced with such life-altering thoughts why not pop over to Linda’s blog and read how you can solve them by joining the happy but at times confused gathering of writers. Here is the link.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 15/2020

Cheek by John W. Howell © 2020

“Something wrong?”

“No, not really.”

“Why are you sitting like that?”

“Okay if you must know I have a cramp in my left cheek.”

“Of your butt?”

“Yes, nosey one. You have a lot of cheek you know.”

“What did I do?”

“I’m in here minding my own business and you barge in and put me on the spot.”

“You fell right?”

“How did you know?”

“The last time you got your cheek in a bunch you fell off the ladder.”

“Okay then, yes I fell.”

“You okay?”

“I suppose. I just need to stretch it out.”

“How did it happen?”

“I was reaching up to try and grab a bowl off the top shelf and lost my footing.”

“Didn’t use the stop ladder?”

“More cheek from him.”

“Huh?”

“Just found the verb form of cheek.”

“Is that good? What am I saying? It’s Saturday Stream time, right?”

“Yup.”

“Well, I hope you will be okay.”

“I am now.”

“That you found a verb?”

“You better believe it.”

“You need to make an appointment.”

“For my cheek?”

“No for your head.”

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

“You going to play with that squid, Little One?”
“For some reason, I’m thinking of Calamari for dinner.”

 

Happy Valentine’s Day. Another Friday and a reason to celebrate. Only eight more hours until Saturday Eve. This week seemed to go pretty fast at least for me.

On the WIP, I’m very glad to say the manuscript is in the editor’s hands. Once done, I have a decision to make. Do I self publish again for the sixth time or do I try to find an agent? I guess one of the deciding factors will be how much I think the story will resonate with an agent. Another is just how much rejection and time currency am I willing to spend. This thought of agent representation always comes to me at tax time when I get a chance to look at the amount of royalties I earn vs the amount of money I spend. I don’t think I’m alone in this conundrum. We shall see.

This week also witnessed the arrival of the tree trimmers. We asked our neighbors if they would be willing to trim the trees that rub our roof. Two said yes. Two said no. So we hired trimmers to take out the tree limbs that cross our property line on the ones that said no. All is good.

This week’s JohnKu talks about why we write. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Writing by John W. Howell © 2020

Is it the money?

Or maybe some other thing . . .

That holds us captive.

 

If it’s the money,

Is it Income or outflow?

A big conundrum.

 

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy’s Two Year Birthday

Twiggy and Lucy

“Hey, Twiggy. I hear Mom coming in from outside.”

“What’s the big deal? She does that all the time.”

Twiggy and Lucy

“Since it’s your birthday, I think she has a surprise.”

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“Go to the dining room and take a look.”

“I certainly smell something up there. I can’t reach it, though.”

“What does it smell like?”

“Offhand, I would say yogurt and peanut butter.”

“Yeah, from here, I think that’s a good guess. Oh, here comes mom with a car seat.”

“Now we’re talking. I can jump right up here.”

“Hold on, Little Potato. I think mom and the boss want to sing Happy Birthday.”

“I forget how it goes.”

🎶 Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Twiggy. Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuu.🎶

Twiggy and Lucy

“Oh, I’m so happy. When can we dig in?”

“Go for it, Little One. The singing is over, and now the eating should start.

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

 

Lucy and Twiggy
“OMG, Twiggy. What are you looking for now?”
“Got my eye out for Friday.”
“It’s Wednesday. You have a long wait.”

It is Wednesday Story Day again and last week we were relieved that Andrew, Larry, and Jerry were able to convince the police that they were legit. It looks like they had to clear out of Jerry’s apartment, so they all went to Larry’s room at the hotel for a little conversation.

“I hope Wentworth didn’t see us come in.”

“I don’t think he did. We will get to him next after Jerry here tells us what he knows.”

“You are talking like I’m not here.”

“Oh, yes, you are here, all right. Andrew and I want to know everything so let’s get to it.”

“Where do you want to start?”

“Let’s start with Wentworth. Why did he want you to keep your mouth closed and why make up a story about Mrs. Rafferty and Charles Jenkins?

“Well, the answer to the first is Wentworth knows something about what Mrs. Rafferty was up to.”

“How do you know that?”

“I mentioned a big tip and he immediately told me not to discuss Mrs. Rafferty again.”

“That’s all?”

“No. When Mr. Rafferty was found dead, Wentworth became unglued and warned me not to mention that Mrs. Rafferty was in the hotel at the time.”

“Why do you suppose he did that?”

“You know Wentworth is Cortez’s son in law, don’t you?”

“No, I did not know that. So what?”

“You didn’t hear it from me.”

“Yeah sure. Go ahead.”

“Cortez and Rafferty got into it one night and Wentworth was there. Cortez told Rafferty that, he’d better, and I quote, ‘Cut the Shit, or something bad’s going to happen.”’

“How do you know this?”

“I was serving drinks in the suite where they were meeting.”

“They let you out of the room alive?”

“Oh yeah. Tip me enough and your secrets are safe.”

“So, Wentworth was concerned that you overheard.”

“He made a special point to tell me to forget everything I heard.”

“Okay, why the lie implicating Charles?”

“I lost my head. Let’s just say I’m not proud of that story.”

“So, as far as you know, Charles has nothing to do with all this.”

“As far as I know.”

“Why did Mrs. Rafferty give you a big tip.”

“I’m not sure. I did see someone come out of her room that morning I brought her breakfast.”

“She must have known you did.”

“Yeah. Couldn’t have been more than twenty seconds after the guy left, and I knocked on the door.”

“Could you identify the guy?”

“I could try. He moved pretty fast, though.”

“Okay, Jerry, you’ve been helpful. Anything else?”

“Not that I can think of.”

“Where can we take you.”

“I’m here. I need to go to work.”

“Let’s keep this morning between us, okay?”

“Believe me, I don’t need Wentworth knowing any information came from me.”

“Okay, then. If you think of anything here’s my card. Just give me a call.”

“Will do. See you later.”

“And Jerry?”

“Stay close okay?”

“Yessir.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #249 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #249

After Work by John W. Howell © 2020

“Geez, Frank. I didn’t realize this watering hole was so popular.”

“I didn’t either. When I asked you to stop after work for a couple of drinks, it was beyond me that it would be so crowded.”

“Well, we might as well make the best of it.”

“Yeah, let’s crowd in and see if we can snag a drink.”

“By the way, I still am pleased you asked me to join you.”

“Aw think nothing of it. It has been too long. We’ve been working together for how long?”

“I guess it is over a year.”

“Yeah, see. That’s what I mean. A drink together has been long overdue.”

“How is your work going? Since you left the department, I have kinda lost track.”

“Oh, it is pretty much like when I was in the department. You know, find new ways to make things work.”

“I never did understand why you transferred out.”

“Well, that is a little hard to believe, George.”

“What do you mean?”

“Weren’t you the one who came in and took my job?”

“Well, that was not up to me, Frank. I just did what the boss told me to do.”

“I know how that is. I think Benedict Arnold said the same thing before he dropped through the trap door.”

“Trap door? What are you saying? Hey, where is everyone going?”

“Looks like the tiger is upon us, Kid. I wish you well. I hope you have been doing your wind sprints while not kissing up to the boss.”

“Well, here is a newsflash for you, Frank. You’re not going to outrun that tiger.”

“Well, you see, Frank. I’m not worried about outrunning the tiger.”

“So, what are you worried about?”

“Outrunning you. See ya. Best of luck.”