Hiram decided that his campaign name 'Hiram' was old fashioned. He needed a one syllable moniker that conjured up the image of power, potency and pizazz.
Names like Mitt, Newt, Mike, or Jeb, would not do, because they were taken.
He turned to football and thought of great coaches; Bear, Knute and Vince that were also taken, as-well-as stale dated.
He thought of his own given name, the last syllable being 'Ram'.
Presidential candidate, Ram Hope.
Somehow, it just didn't fit. He would stick it out as Hiram.
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The gossip at the Diner concerned the mysterious female pilot who identifide herself as a CPA, and was retained by the NY Times. She was stayiing at the guest-house of the Witherspoon estate.
It was not out of character for the NYT to purchase smaller newspapers. The Spartanburg, South Carolina, and the Ocala, Florida, papers are part of their chain.
But a teeny, tiny operation such as the sale of the Postscipt can hardly be worth the time and the trouble, plus the expense of having 'Miss CPA' examining it.
"Send for Josh Rugby", Hiram barked out, "Faith, get Josh."
The cabby arrived within eight minutes.
"Listen up, Josh and pay attention." Hiram was not amused. "Something very strange is going on, and it concerns your former employer---The Postscript---old man Witherspoon, The Times and that flighty girl."
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