Life Stuff

Well, Alex made it back safely from his visit to Canada. He had a good time, but came back speaking in a bad Cockney accent for some inexplicable reason. It's hardly likely he heard it up on Prince Edward Island.

He got pins as presents for people. Mine says "It's not that I'm old, your music really does suck." I laughed, although my taste in music doesn't exactly reflect my age very well. Else I'd worship the Doobie Brothers or the disco incarnation of the Bee Gees (death before disco!)

Work is busy this week as we're ramping up for school opening. The freshmen hit campus this friday. Whee! The loading dock is a disaster area.

FCOMS: Revelation - Part Two

Marcus looked around quickly and didn't see anyone. He looked around more carefully and still didn't see anyone. "Who's there?" He called out finally.

"It's me. Frank Wisk."

Well, it certainly sounded like Frank - over a bad cell-phone connection, but that was normal. He sounded like that face-to-face. "Where are you?"

"Right in front of you. I guess you can't see me because I'm a ghost. Or an angel? Saint?"

"Ghost will do. What happened?"

"The RWDV got hit by lightning and I guess I didn't insulate the controls well enough. Looks like I'm a bit overcooked. But that's not important now, listen..."

"Not important?" Marcus squeaked. "Not important?" he repeated in a more controlled voice. "It looks like our plans are shot."

"New plans. I've had a revelation."