Sunday? Already? Cant be? Whos driving this thing? Pull him over and write him up! But Sunday means Chetspeak. This is from TAIL OF VENGEANCE, the most recent C&B e-short story: Is there such a thing as being too brilliant? That’s the story of the Hawaiian pants. Bernie’s a big fan of Hawaiian shirts, the one he was wearing at the moment – with a pattern of hula-dancing mules – not one of my favorites. And this was in the early days with Bernie, before I’d even met a mule, namely Rummy, about whom more some other time, or never. Where I’m going with this is … is … right! The Hawaiian pants! One night, after a bourbon or two – or maybe more, but I don’t go past two, the perfect number to my way of thinking – Bernie suddenly slammed his hand down on the table real hard and said, “Hawaiian pants! We’re rich!” At which point I’d taken off, running all over the house, darting into and out of every room, meaning the kitchen, Bernie’s bedroom, Charlie’s bedroom, the office, the front hall, the living room, not necessarily in that order – or any order! Who needs order? Especially when Bernie’s on top of the world. If Bernie’s on top of the world, I’m on top of the world. And when he’s not I still am! Or close. So round and round and round I flew, zigging and zagging, claws digging in deep, leaning into the turns so sharply that I almost – “CHET!”
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 12:34:22 +0000
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