MONDAY MORNING DISPATCH (2/17/25)

What the hell? Four weeks in a row? Must be some kind of blog record. Let’s keep it going.

Also, I think I’m owed some points for writing out “what the hell” rather than the modern day “WTH.” Yes, I’m the guy that writes out “by the way” instead of “BTW,” and “okay” instead of “OK” or “K.”

And you’ll never catch me texting “lol.” Never.

This week’s Dispatch:

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MONDAY MORNING DISPATCH (2/10/25)

Week 3, baby!

How about that major sports event last night? Super Bowl [insert proper Roman numerals]! Pretty cool, am I right? So glad [insert team name] won the game. They earned it!

And the commercials! Oh, man! Can you believe [insert celebrities’ names] did that? Never thought I’d see the day they’d parody [insert movie, character, pop culture event]!

Oh, well. It’s all over until next year. Let’s get to this week’s Dispatch:

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VICIOUS CIRCLE – CHAPTER THREE

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Paul checked himself in the rearview mirror and found it hard to recognize the man staring back. The blond hair was longer than his FBI days and stylishly cut, but an occasional errant strand of hair threatened to stage a rebellion. Contact lenses had replaced his wire-rimmed glasses.

Gone were the days of bargain basement clothing and do-it-yourself tailoring. Now it was Italian silk suits, usually gray or light blue, Egyptian cotton shirts, and calfskin shoes as soft as cashmere. No tie, just the top two buttons of his shirt left open to show off the gold chain and dangling Italian horn, lest anyone question his lineage.

He had been living this façade for almost a year, gradually easing into the Tagliani family lifestyle. It was important he didn’t rush things, that he allow his employers to decide how quickly he rose in the organization. If Paul took one misstep, he knew it could be fatal. And his employers were cautious.

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