Cussler is apparently unaware of the other idiotic Ah, but you want a book report, blog-style. In 541 pages, Cussler mercifully holds down the number of characters to around 30 meaning I didn’t have to keep a log. The plot is for popular consumption in that it includes all the stereotypes needed for future movie rights. The reader quickly gets used to the Ivanhoe-esque concept that spies keep bumping into each other in the middle of nowhere.
The lady mentioned above is, get this, of Japanese heritage, no less. Need we be told she was giving violin concerts at age six, before teaching herself Arabic, Mandarin and Russian? Entering Harvard at fifteen, she “took time off to sharpen her fencing skills” and barely missed the Olympics. I know what you are thinking. It would have taken my parents less than a month to beat the snot out of that little show-off and teach her how to behave.
It’s a good thing I found such a distracting book, because we are closing down the computer shop. Not a single customer all day and it is no longer worth it. We’ll be out by the end of this month, Fred will likely work out of home. The landlady already has a for rent sign in the window, indicating she was indeed bluffing last week. She’s loco, letting go a tenant who’s essentially paid her bills for sixteen years. She should have lowered the rent back to $1,000 a month just to keep him.
Author's note 2015-06-12: the property is still vacant five years later. She tried selling real estate out of the front area but even that flopped.
Theresa reports my old mobile home is still straddling the middle of the vacant lot over on West B. N’yuck, n’yuck, and she also complimented the paint job. Remember, I painted it Lincoln green and some blue along the roofline. Myself, I was inside all day except for the bike ride to Jimbos.
Author' note 2014-06-12: I'm describing the first hints that the bingo would turn into a show, not just an ordinary bingo game. Pausing the game while people sang along became an integral feature of my presentation. My custom backing tracks are similar to Karaoke in that the original vocals are only about half as loud, meaning it is easy to sing along.
Bingo was something else tonight. A packed house, but the senior staff was all out of town, so the adult humor tossing around was somewhat riper. Also, some of the regulars made up jello shots and the deal was that only the people who didn’t bingo got a round each game. So it feels like you win when you lose. Many times, the bingo game was temporarily interrupted by the majority of the audience spontaneously breaking out singing to my background music. I can explain that.
All of my equipment is wearing out. Thus, I can only play the best recorded disks I have, and last evening it was my old bass solo backing tracks. It has been a while, so I doubt anyone noticed directly, but there’s all the evidence you need that I put on one hell of a musical show even if it is a bingo. Without realizing it, the people were singing along to my own customized backing tracks. The jackpots with a happy group are also some 15% larger.
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