The sky is dull gray. Our outdoor thermometer’s red line is no longer near minus territory but it’s still freezing and I have my long johns on plus on top of everything else, I’m wearing an outdoor vest with quilted lining.
I’ve come up with a title for my new novel, a work in progress: A Price Too High. I certainly hope it doesn’t take as long to write as did my first novel.
By the way, my brother Peter—a computer wizard, graduate of the Naval Academy and Lieutenant in the U.S. submarine service before he resigned and became a teacher and highly paid consultant, came up with a video, featuring A Price to Pay. If you haven’t already seen it, give it a watch. Click on "YouTube Video" in the menu at my website or go to:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWChY1tu9OQ
I’m grateful Pete spends so much time helping out his older brother.
In my last blog, I wrote about the prison’s truck entrance gate, which is a sally port large enough to hold two side-by-side eighteen wheelers. All vehicles, including ambulances, entering and exiting the institution, had to go through a meticulous search—no exceptions.
Each search took a good deal of time because of its extreme thoroughness. The officers, dressed in work dungarees, thoroughly rummaged through each vehicle as if they were looking for hundred dollar bills they were sure to find or their wives’ lost diamond rings. They explored the vehicle’s topside, dug into the inside, checked the engine bay, and used poles with mirrors on their ends in order to discover anything that might have been attached to the vehicle’s underbelly.
The in-charge truck gate sergeant would scan each driver as the search got underway. If the driver seemed in an especial hurry, the three-striper would whisper an order to his crew, “Slow ‘er down, boys We got an antsy one here.”
The crew dutifully carried out their sergeant’s order.
I’ve come up with a title for my new novel, a work in progress: A Price Too High. I certainly hope it doesn’t take as long to write as did my first novel.
By the way, my brother Peter—a computer wizard, graduate of the Naval Academy and Lieutenant in the U.S. submarine service before he resigned and became a teacher and highly paid consultant, came up with a video, featuring A Price to Pay. If you haven’t already seen it, give it a watch. Click on "YouTube Video" in the menu at my website or go to:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWChY1tu9OQ
I’m grateful Pete spends so much time helping out his older brother.
In my last blog, I wrote about the prison’s truck entrance gate, which is a sally port large enough to hold two side-by-side eighteen wheelers. All vehicles, including ambulances, entering and exiting the institution, had to go through a meticulous search—no exceptions.
Each search took a good deal of time because of its extreme thoroughness. The officers, dressed in work dungarees, thoroughly rummaged through each vehicle as if they were looking for hundred dollar bills they were sure to find or their wives’ lost diamond rings. They explored the vehicle’s topside, dug into the inside, checked the engine bay, and used poles with mirrors on their ends in order to discover anything that might have been attached to the vehicle’s underbelly.
The in-charge truck gate sergeant would scan each driver as the search got underway. If the driver seemed in an especial hurry, the three-striper would whisper an order to his crew, “Slow ‘er down, boys We got an antsy one here.”
The crew dutifully carried out their sergeant’s order.
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