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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • April 26, 2010 9:01 am
            My Dad had a tool chest full of elaborate metal devices.  He used them to fix dishwashers, furnaces, and refrigerators out in the murky tropics of the suburbs. One time on a job he was in split level ranch, on the lower level, fixing a furnace. The homeowners Chihuahua was quite insistent in its belief that my father had no rightly business in the home and proceeded to give my Dad holy hell. Dad tried to nicely shoe it away with a pipe wrench and ‘accidentally’ caught the poor pup right between the eyes with said wrench, killing it instantly. Luckily the dog was small enough to fit into the bottom of Dad’s tool chest.  Whenever Dad would tell this story he would be laughing so hard he could hardly finish. Sometimes I would have to finish for him. “Boy I betcha they still wonder whatever happened to that dog.” Dad would be laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

            My Dad had a tool chest full of elaborate metal devices.  He used them to fix dishwashers, furnaces, and refrigerators out in the murky tropics of the suburbs. One time on a job he was in split level ranch, on the lower level, fixing a furnace. The homeowners Chihuahua was quite insistent in its belief that my father had no rightly business in the home and proceeded to give my Dad holy hell. Dad tried to nicely shoe it away with a pipe wrench and ‘accidentally’ caught the poor pup right between the eyes with said wrench, killing it instantly. Luckily the dog was small enough to fit into the bottom of Dad’s tool chest.

             Whenever Dad would tell this story he would be laughing so hard he could hardly finish. Sometimes I would have to finish for him. “Boy I betcha they still wonder whatever happened to that dog.” Dad would be laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

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            3. said: Hehehe … I wonder if the mutt’s eyes popped out …
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