Archive | March, 2009

Noel Webster

March 30, 2009

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Monday Morning “The line of showers that moved through the New Orleans area last night will continue south into the Gulf, today. Monday’s forecast calls for clearing along the coast from Biloxi, Mississippi west to Lake Charles, Louisiana. The marine forecast predicts: northerly winds offshore at fifteen knots, decreasing to five knots by this evening. […]

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Malcolm and Sam

March 24, 2009

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             Morgan and Mark eventually made their excuses and wandered off to do what it is that young people do, leaving me sitting alone on the Friendly Lady and doing what old people do—thinking too much and waiting for something to happen.             When I felt a gentle tilt to the deck I […]

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Sam Writes in his Journal

March 22, 2009

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Sam writes in his Journal             The Friendly Lady is a registered sailing vessel of the United States. Sam Friendly is listed as the owner’s name and Captain of the thirty ton sailboat. According to maritime custom, I could offer a marriage on the high seas—or a funeral. Neither occasion has risen.       On deck […]

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Sunday Afternoon with Mark

March 18, 2009

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Sunday Afternoon with Mark             The fact that I never finished my conversation with Chalmers about Mary bothers me. If my engineer is feeling distracted, I haven’t noticed—but then I’ve been distracted and so I’m not so sure I’m paying much attention to that sort of thing.        When Mark caches up with me […]

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Chalmers and Moutons

March 18, 2009

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Some History of Chalmers and the Moutons             What a small world. “I had no idea that you know Mary Mouton,” I reply.       “Not so much your Mary Mouton, her parents,” Chalmers says. “Your Mary was a little girl in a pink dress at my father’s funeral. Margaret, Mary’s mother, married Hamilton Mouton […]

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A Friendly Hint of Trouble

March 18, 2009

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A Friendly Hint of Trouble             Now and then, when I’m feeling particularly villainous, I venture into a local Church where I’m like a driver challenging the local sheriff’s favorite speed trap . The virtuous Morgan Nightwing might have chosen to explain her attendance by discussing her spiritual needs or talking about giving up […]

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An Exchange of Favors

March 15, 2009

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An Exchange of Favors              Vidor, Texas had a reputation for being a tough town. Vidor started out life supplying cheap labor for the wildcatters when oil gushed from the Spindletop field. After that, with the oil flowing and drilling at an ebb, the same people sweated at the refineries that processed the raw […]

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Saturdays are for What?

March 15, 2009

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Saturday’s are for what?             The reaction from too much Jack Daniels and no food catches up with me at four o’clock on Saturday morning[. My God, was I dreaming or were those Daliks screaming ex-ter-mi-nate on late-night Dr. Who…and what possessed me to watch a James Dean movie? Haven’t I got a bad […]

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Friday Night at the Office

March 13, 2009

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             Back at Nightwing Laboratories, while I ponder the depths of my humiliation in receipt for the symphony tickets from Sandy, the afternoon continues to stretch out like a delayed flight to Chicago. A fit of depression hits me—confronted by a Friday night that is now unavoidable, no plans for the evening, nothing in […]

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Lunch with Sandy Meraux

March 13, 2009

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Lunch with Sandy Meraux             I am having Friday lunch at a popular French Quarter cafe with the youthful, as well as entertaining, Sandy Meraux, an engagement fueled by the upcoming renewal of my lease on her wealthy father’s building where my fledgling business, the Nightwing Testing Laboratory, is located. I’m most fortunate to […]

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Nancy Cassell

March 9, 2009

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Between her husband’s foolishness and her son’s rebellious attitude, how was she supposed to save Cassell Paints from ruin? Nancy Cassell, half owner of the family business, was dressed in a long sleeved blue blouse to protect the fair skin of her arms from the burning sun. To shade her face she wore a wide […]

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Failure

March 9, 2009

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They paid CTA for the list of chemical ingredients, the precise solvent information, and the data specifying reaction temperatures. Cassell received a list of relatively simple instructions: put a condenser on the reactor; don’t get the reaction too hot. CTA also proposed to design a scaled up reactor and do the testing for additional funding. […]

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Adams Agrees

March 5, 2009

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“So, we share mutual culpabilities,” Costanza commented dryly. Adams returned to his point, “Our sources tell us that the pouring schedules in the concrete foundations at the Chernobyl site are faulty.” “And this means,” she prompted. “The critical supports under the reactor pile will probably fail within a short period of time—probably not until after […]

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Malcolm Adams

March 5, 2009

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For Malcolm Adams, the flight from Mobile, Alabama back to Washington, D.C. had seemed almost as long as his earlier flight from London Heathrow to the States. By now, he hoped, the replacement diesel generator would be fitted out below deck and his freshly painted yacht would be on its way from Mobile Bay to […]

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Karma

March 1, 2009

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Lydia signs in for herself and also adds my name to the list. There is a pleasant odor of overcooked coffee emanating from the corner of the room behind me. I resist the temptation to dose myself with a massive infusion of caffeine. The female executive and her crew have disappeared down one the hallways; […]

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