Hiram also summoned from the kitchen, his quirky brother, Steve.
"One of you guys need to take Ms. CPA out to dinner. Take her to the Snapsville Country Club. She will get to talking, like females do and eureka, the cat will be out of the bag. I'll loan either of you my credt card." He slid the Visa across the table.
Josh and quirky Steve were both single so, no rules were bent or broken. Unless, Ms. CPA turned out to be married, which was unlikely.
Steve pointed to Josh. "He knows her, he should be first to date her."
"Yes, but I'm in negative territory, both with old Witherspoon and Ms. CPA."
Just then, seemingly on cue, Josh turned and looked in the direction of the counter.
He caught a glimpse, yes, now, more than a glimpse. It was HER! Standing under the 'To Go' sign. "Hiram, there she is!"
"Eureka! Eureka! Step aside, Josh, I'll handle this. Give me back my Visa. I'm in charge, here."
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2/23/2011
2/18/2011
What's in a name?
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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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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