Vol 881 Num 114
Hi Everyone:
America's Cup sailboats are strutting their stuff right in front of my house, (well, in the water right in front of my house) getting ready for the big races held throughout the summer and into early September here on San Francisco Bay.
Vol. 555 No. 000
Happy Post Tax Day:
THE FINAL CUT, the first thriller in my new A BRIT in the FBI series, is -- ta da -- completely and utterly and for sure finished and into the publisher. Talk about a great book, and maybe even a great movie -- The hardcover, ebook, audio, hieroglyphic, Sanskrit, maybe even sky-written pub date is September 17th, so mark your calendars and take your pick.
Not quite the Ides of March yet, which of course, was created by Caesar to remind every Roman to get ready to render their taxes unto him by April 15th, or else. Isn't it odd how some things never change?
Happy Valentine's Day: How's this for a gift: choice of show times at the theater to see Bruce Willis's new movie, It's a Good Day to Die Hard. (Am I good, or what? Yes, I know it's important to be the one to actually fork over cash for the tickets and popcorn.)
We're still cursing when the alarm clock jerks us right out of a really cool dream, we're still chowing down our Cheerios, still out there earning enough moolah to feed the cats. THIS IS ALL A GOOD THING. So far so good --
Vol. 21 No. 12
Friday the 21st is 'put up or shut up' time. The ancient Mayans either forecasted our doom in three days time or they simply ran out of calendar rocks. The earth either splits apart and hurls all of us hither and yon or we are frantically buying our last Christmas presents, and praying to the God of Pity that our giftees like them.
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