Chapter 30
“A Tinkle In Rime”
Saturday, 9:22 PM
The Plaza Mayor de Herschberg was brightly lit by the headlights and spotlights of two dozen Jeeps, Humvees and tanks. The Red Bulls were in the middle of a pick up game of baseball. The snow was falling in flakes the size of teacup saucers, and visibility had dropped to less than 30 feet. Even with the lights. The players were still in full riot gear, for good reason. It was the only thing that prevented serious injury.
Saturday, 9:26 PM
Elgin, on his way home, passed by the Plaza Mayor de Herschberg and stopped. He wasn’t sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. His left hand twitched.
Saturday, 6:37 PM
Albert’s frustration built. That, in itself, was pretty amazing. His frustration had built nearly non-stop for days. Really, he thought, it should have toppled by now. Poking people had slowed the construction of his frustration edifice, but not stopped it. The crazy guy who could apparently see him had sped it up. It was getting to be a veritable Sears Tower of Frustration. But seeing as it hadn’t yet collapsed, maybe it was spreading horizontally more than vertically. In which case it should be called a veritable Mall of America of Frustration.
Wednesday, 7:25 PM
“I’d like to welcome all of you to this evenings film,” said President Hoover. “And I’d like to invite all of you to share in Thanksgiving Dinner tomorrow at Five O’Clock at the Cecil Corwin Cafeteria in the basement of Ganriel Barclay Hall. We've got the Turkey and all the Trimmings. However, due to the closing of the town and some bad timing, I need to ask you to please bring your own silverware. Thank you. Now, the Classics Club presents our pre-Thanksgiving film, “Medea.”
Tuesday, 5:16 AM
“You know that we’re being retired, right?”
Saturday, 9:46 PM
Attagreek had just had a pop fly bounce off of his face shield. He was just happy to have touched the ball. He’d seen it clearly in the half-second before the brightly lit snowfall had hypnotized him. Then he hadn’t worried about it for nearly four seconds. Then, suddenly, there it was, three inches above his face. There was a loud smack and it was gone. When he looked around, he noticed that all the other soldiers were either running for their vehicles or headed into HQ.
Wednesday, 11:35 PM
O’Halloran was deep into the Arb. It was his annual Turkey Day Werewolf Hunt and he was on the trail of the biggest werewolf he’d seen in over a decade. But, gods, he had to piss.
Saturday, 6:42 PM
Albert noticed Elgin exiting a bathroom. “What the hell?” he thought.
Monday, 8:00 AM GMT
“Oy, Nigel, you got that Persian exhibit packed away yet?”
Monday, 6:00 AM
“This is WSFU in Minneapolis community radio with our Monday morning talk show “Government Works” and we’re talking about the Dukakis administration's Public Make-Works program. I know there’s been a pretty heavy recession going on and all, but do you think that the I-2434 (commonly known as the Nome/Fairbanks Emptyway) was anything but an ecological disaster? And speaking of ecological disasters, what about the re-routing of the Mississippi? Caller, you’re on the air.”
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