Bank right at 31st Street


My brother called from his cell phone. "A plane just landed on Country Club Boulevard. I don't think it's going anywhere for a while." Turns out engine trouble brought the little Cessna to the ground, after clipping a couple of street signs on the way down. The pilot, who had skillfully maneuvered the plane onto the edge of an empty lot, walked away without a scratch. I spotted a couple of reporters from one of the local newspapers (the main rival of my former rag) standing on the sidewalk discussing... something. I sidled up for a little eavesdropping, hoping to cull a few details. But they recognized me and, casting sideways glances resolutely, mockingly, refused to talk about anything but the coffee at Brewed Awakenings. I went away uninformed, and craving a cappucino.

Comments

  1. CandaceDecember 29, 2006 at 12:09 PM

    Yikes! Good job by the pilot!

    Maybe you can try a disguise next time. ^_^

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  2. The GruntDecember 29, 2006 at 1:29 PM

    Joe, good to meet you. I'm with Candace, wear a gorilla mask. I don't know if that will give the desired effect, though.

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  3. JeauxDecember 29, 2006 at 4:25 PM

    Disguise...hmmm. I don't have a gorilla mask, but I do have that toga and hippy wig from the Christmas play...

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  4. LogophileDecember 29, 2006 at 4:36 PM

    All you really need is a pair of glasses. Glasses are the all purpose superhero disguise, they should work for your average truant, right?

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  5. JeauxDecember 29, 2006 at 6:03 PM

    Logophile, I think you're onto something. Glasses. Keep it simple. Hidden in plain sight.

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  6. CandaceDecember 29, 2006 at 6:44 PM

    Preferably BCGs - you know, those thick black-rimmed ones. If you can get a really ugly pair, everyone will avoid looking at your face, and the rest will be history.

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  7. JeauxDecember 29, 2006 at 7:43 PM

    I might be mistaken for Yves St. Laurent and be mobbed.

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  8. CandaceDecember 30, 2006 at 12:22 AM

    LOL! Would a bag over your head be too conspicuous? I haven't been to FL.

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  9. BugsDecember 30, 2006 at 2:22 AM

    LOL ! A bad wig and glasses would do the trick ;)

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  10. MikeDecember 30, 2006 at 9:05 PM

    Hey, have you tried to find a place to park this time of year???

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