Meanwhile, back at the diner, Hiram had agreed, to give a class in political science to the interested parties. That would be Faith, Reverend Ross, Steve, the quirky brother, as well as Foster, the nephew. Just accidentally dropping by were Stormy, Clair Voyant, and Fern and Deana.
Hiram tapped a glass with a fork, cleared his throat and began:
"My friends, I've been asked numerous times about how serious I am in seeking the US Presidency.
"The answer is 'passionately' serious.
"Presidents are not elected according to the popular vote but by the terms and conditions of the Electoral College.
"And if, when the electoral votes are counted no candidate has a majority, the US House of Representatives chooses the President from the top three electoral vote-getters.
"So, the task before us is to hang on and in. To see that no candidate garners a majority of the electoral votes but that we are also in the top three."
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Back to Snapsville International:
She was about 35, and nicely dressed. Josh was unaware whether she was pretty. He was more inclined to be sick at his stomach.
He inquired, "Are you a relative of Mr Witherspoon?"
"Heavens, no. I'm just a little old CPA. My client is the Times, the New York Times.
Seeing that they get their money's worth."
"Ah-ha, now this is beginning to make sense."
She had a key to the guest-house, whereupon Josh unloaded the luggage, collected his fee and excused himself, without incident, while the old man napped.
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1/17/2011
1/13/2011
Snapsville International Airport
It may have been misnamed, but Snapsville does have an airport. And with a 6,000 foot runway. It is actually referred to as 'Snapsville International' and is left over from World War II, but there are no flights to or from foreign soil and never have been.
The last touch up with asphalt was 20 years ago and the runway potholes are worse than the roads in Pennsylvania. The airport is bleak. There is no hanger but only a 10' x 20' quonset hut that serves as an office and security.
Josh Rugby, former sports editor of the local paper, in his new position as a cab driver, periodically checks the airport for paying fares. On this day though he received a special request to meet a red and white Cessna at 2:00 PM, and to allow for considerable baggage. Although Josh was not late he found his customer cooling her heels at the plane.
Hi, I'm Josh. Let me help you with that luggage."
She smiled and nodded, "Witherspoon residence, please."
"Did you say um, Witherspoon? That is, Walter Witherspoon?"
How humiliating thought Josh. To be fired by Witherspoon and to be driving a cab to his home delivering luggage and the girl. Who is she, anyway---Amelia Earhart?
The last touch up with asphalt was 20 years ago and the runway potholes are worse than the roads in Pennsylvania. The airport is bleak. There is no hanger but only a 10' x 20' quonset hut that serves as an office and security.
Josh Rugby, former sports editor of the local paper, in his new position as a cab driver, periodically checks the airport for paying fares. On this day though he received a special request to meet a red and white Cessna at 2:00 PM, and to allow for considerable baggage. Although Josh was not late he found his customer cooling her heels at the plane.
Hi, I'm Josh. Let me help you with that luggage."
She smiled and nodded, "Witherspoon residence, please."
"Did you say um, Witherspoon? That is, Walter Witherspoon?"
How humiliating thought Josh. To be fired by Witherspoon and to be driving a cab to his home delivering luggage and the girl. Who is she, anyway---Amelia Earhart?
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