coin flip
fiction
edward w pritchard
It could have been heads. 50/50 odds. Why does it happen. We must deal with things what ever the outcome.
Obviously I lost the flip so I am arresting nine people skinny dipping in Raneer Lake just North of town. It what we policemen do. Enforce the rules.
It's just I can't get the image of those naked 75 year olders out of my mind. Six woman and three men from over at the new commune for the elderly.
I am in very good shape at 30. I run and workout with weights. Cary my girl is so so built. Before I ravished her regularly. Now a week after the skinny dipping incident things aren't working right with my equipment and even Cary can't get me going.
50/50 odds, why?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
preview-The New York Banker
The New York Banker
fiction
edward w pritchard
He was the symbol, poster boy really that someone knew what was going on. Control and expertise were possible in finance, even amidst the ruthless facade of imposed social Darwinism.
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next
what happens when no one can make or admit a mistake
or
the banker confronts the noumenal
fiction
edward w pritchard
He was the symbol, poster boy really that someone knew what was going on. Control and expertise were possible in finance, even amidst the ruthless facade of imposed social Darwinism.
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next
what happens when no one can make or admit a mistake
or
the banker confronts the noumenal
preview-the couple
preview-the couple
fiction
edward w pritchard
Most people, even if they are not married, have someone who functions as their partner, and when I worked as a night manager at a hotel I met an interesting such couple.
He wore white shoes, gold jewelry, expensive clothes and drove a bloated American car. Polite and refined he was the consummate salesman; always on, a little too charming, sometimes, and attentive to the names and peculiarities of those about him; even those of us who worked at the hotel. He stayed extended stay at the hotel and kept odd hours coming in often at 5AM, glib and fresh, and then tipping with twenty dollar bills, real money in those days. He was very popular with the hotel staff and he insisted that we all call him by his first name although he was nearly sixty, and he called us all by our first names as well which he always remembered. I was the only employee who he called Mr. and then my last name, although he did often call me green shoes, implying that I was like a New York stock broker, a little stuffy for a nineteen year old but he trusted me and often gave me little jobs to do of a confidential and furtive nature.
Primarily the jobs consisted of helping to pass the appropriate message to his in town girl friends, of which there were many, since he was generous with his money. Beautiful each, but past their prime and aging in our small unimportant city. He was undependable
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fiction
edward w pritchard
Most people, even if they are not married, have someone who functions as their partner, and when I worked as a night manager at a hotel I met an interesting such couple.
He wore white shoes, gold jewelry, expensive clothes and drove a bloated American car. Polite and refined he was the consummate salesman; always on, a little too charming, sometimes, and attentive to the names and peculiarities of those about him; even those of us who worked at the hotel. He stayed extended stay at the hotel and kept odd hours coming in often at 5AM, glib and fresh, and then tipping with twenty dollar bills, real money in those days. He was very popular with the hotel staff and he insisted that we all call him by his first name although he was nearly sixty, and he called us all by our first names as well which he always remembered. I was the only employee who he called Mr. and then my last name, although he did often call me green shoes, implying that I was like a New York stock broker, a little stuffy for a nineteen year old but he trusted me and often gave me little jobs to do of a confidential and furtive nature.
Primarily the jobs consisted of helping to pass the appropriate message to his in town girl friends, of which there were many, since he was generous with his money. Beautiful each, but past their prime and aging in our small unimportant city. He was undependable
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
preview coming stories-caesar
preview coming stories-Caesar
fiction
edward w pritchard
Caesar had always done two or three times more work than anyone else and was as usual doing four things at once. On the night before his death ...
end part 1-preview
fiction
edward w pritchard
Caesar had always done two or three times more work than anyone else and was as usual doing four things at once. On the night before his death ...
end part 1-preview
he wanted to insure control after his death
he wanted to insure control after his death
fiction
edward w pritchard
He wanted to insure control even after his death so the millionaire stipulated in his will that all the clocks he donated and built must keep time perfectly simultaneously for a ninety day period after his death for the institution to receive the balance of his fortune,
Rather than hire engineers to work on the clocks the decision makers at the institution hired lawyers to attack the terms of the bequest.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
He wanted to insure control even after his death so the millionaire stipulated in his will that all the clocks he donated and built must keep time perfectly simultaneously for a ninety day period after his death for the institution to receive the balance of his fortune,
Rather than hire engineers to work on the clocks the decision makers at the institution hired lawyers to attack the terms of the bequest.
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ten things we suffer with
ten things we suffer with
polonius speaks
fiction
edward w pritchard
a woman at least once, should be entitled to turn heads
too stay young is against all the odds
to have somewhere to go is all that matters sometimes
to fit in involves being and not becoming
we are all alone-
unrequited love isn't sustainable
the final solution was once a goal of a group of doers
don't try to fake it until you make it, public opinion is over valued
education is not a panacea,
good food at times, and good books occasionally, and even after you know the score it's ok to take a few wooden nickles, ie don't mistrust everybody in advance
polonius speaks
fiction
edward w pritchard
a woman at least once, should be entitled to turn heads
too stay young is against all the odds
to have somewhere to go is all that matters sometimes
to fit in involves being and not becoming
we are all alone-
unrequited love isn't sustainable
the final solution was once a goal of a group of doers
don't try to fake it until you make it, public opinion is over valued
education is not a panacea,
good food at times, and good books occasionally, and even after you know the score it's ok to take a few wooden nickles, ie don't mistrust everybody in advance
maya, nothing is real
maya, nothing is real
fiction
edward w pritchard
Things are not indeed what they seem. Common sense has been shown lacking, although it takes some contemplation to realize why. If contemplation is not your thing time will eventually suffice. By all means pay your bills on time and watch your cholesterol but things are not what they seem.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
Things are not indeed what they seem. Common sense has been shown lacking, although it takes some contemplation to realize why. If contemplation is not your thing time will eventually suffice. By all means pay your bills on time and watch your cholesterol but things are not what they seem.
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