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Beppo
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« Reply #15 on: May 05, 2007, 09:24:06 AM »

15 year old Glenfiddich ...
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chauncey.g
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« Reply #16 on: May 06, 2007, 03:58:17 PM »

scrape some fresh spit from the hummingbird feeder.
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kam
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« Reply #17 on: May 06, 2007, 04:39:38 PM »

Russel, his old college professor, had died over two years ago, yet Harold could not stop the dreams from coming to him at night.  It was as if his guilt were telling him ...
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chauncey.g
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« Reply #18 on: May 06, 2007, 05:13:15 PM »

that informing Russell's assistant about the missing artifacts from the Mumbai dig was more than simply a breach of confidence. He has since regretted his naivety, his lack of sophistication, but he trusted her judgement back then.
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chauncey.g
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« Reply #19 on: May 07, 2007, 08:38:14 AM »

but he stopped short of removing the letter from the envelope and turned back to look at the return address again.

"Oh, God!" he suddenly blurted.

He recalled his last visit to the Red Swan. Professor Russell had sent Harold a cryptic message that led Harold to believe that his mentor-to-be was in dire straits. When he arrived at the hotel he found the door to Russell's room open but it was dark and empty inside. Harold heard a voice behind him...
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Beppo
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« Reply #20 on: May 07, 2007, 12:22:40 PM »

it was Mark Knopfler...
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whiskeypriest
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« Reply #21 on: May 07, 2007, 12:24:39 PM »

it was Mark Knopfler...
Oh god, he thought, I am trulky in dire straights...
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Beppo
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« Reply #22 on: May 07, 2007, 01:30:42 PM »

Turned out Harold wrongly encrypted Russell's message and had appeared at the Red Swan a week early. Knopfler was quite understanding about the whole thing even offering Harold some free tickets for the band's next performance...
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whiskeypriest
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« Reply #23 on: May 07, 2007, 01:33:12 PM »

...which, due to a lack of anything like any interest in the band in the last, oh, twenty years, was the third slot on Thursday afternoon at the Akron (Ohio) Rib Fest the weekend before Independence Day...
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Beppo
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« Reply #24 on: May 07, 2007, 02:42:40 PM »

Harold departed just as Knopfler was removing the bandana from his head and offering to sign it saying they still paid good money for this kind of stuff...
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Beppo
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« Reply #25 on: May 07, 2007, 03:04:09 PM »

in Mumbai...
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chauncey.g
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« Reply #26 on: May 07, 2007, 03:21:42 PM »

during the Mumbai Rib Fest where we find a Ms. G. Jones chewing on a water buffalo rib. Ms. Jones casually strolls through the row of tents occupied by the traveling artisans in search of Mufsteeka Kordilla, world renowned silversmith and...
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whiskeypriest
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« Reply #27 on: May 07, 2007, 03:24:43 PM »

part-time prostitute....
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liquidsilver
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« Reply #28 on: May 07, 2007, 03:32:55 PM »

...who fathered her long deceased daughter...
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whiskeypriest
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« Reply #29 on: May 07, 2007, 03:37:51 PM »

As the result of an unusual expirement involving three rubber bands, a Chevy Nova, and a bucket of elephant semen.
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