Charles Frenzel

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 [...]

             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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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. [...]

“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 the reactor is brought on line.”

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 a dock he maintained not far south of New Orleans near Houma, Louisiana.