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It will be fun to watch Marc crack Frank’s shell…. This was only the beginning. Frank’s shell was thick, grumpy and snobbish on the surface, but Marc could already sense something deeper underneath. Something worth the slow, patient burn. He would keep matching Frank’s pace, keep showing up, keep letting the tension simmer. And eventually, he would crack that shell wide open.

Time for Hughie to send a ping to Isiah…pronto…

Both my father and older brother were Bipolar and I can attest to the damage done. It isn’t easy and so disruptive. learning to manage interactions and knowing when to become invisible. My father couldn’t hold a job, and at times convinced others were conspiring against him…a bigot of the first rank, and lived a life as a welfare queen, while condemning those who did as well…my brother, a brilliant mathematical mind, fell into drugs where we lost him. The wishful thinker in me often wondered, as with some diabetics who have the insulin pump, if something similar could be done for this insidious disease…

Glad to see Nathan is on the mend and onto Sydney…he and Martin will have some interesting talks coming up…

I have the feeling that Callum is an honorable young man. If there were to be any hanky-panky either Harry or Aled would be the instigators… All in all this is a beneficial arrangement that everyone needs to respect…

This was a difficult chapter, all the more so knowing the troubles ahead…as noted it is past time for Wylan to begin bringing Darren back from the edge of madness… Is Ishan in the holy city? I’ve been a bit worried for him…

Ah to be young and hung like a stallion instead of old, wrinkled, and well one never discloses such things until the lights are off…. Thanks for sharing this!

Loved this and Guy Madison too!!

I would think flute...

The men of this ship are about to find out how a ship should be run...in case there is any doubt, they're in the navy now....

Thank you for this and for sharing it with us. I look forward to seeing them again!

I can remember the days when AM/FM radio wasn't enough and the effort to get the best cassette player, which morphed into CDs, and of course, you just had to replace the radio that came with the car...As technology progressed, it was a status symbol to have the latest and greatest...I can still remember when reel-to-reel was the hottest thing to have in the house. And don't get me started on all the various speakers you had to have! I'm the sort who loves all kinds of music, country, rock, southern rock, bluegrass, and some of the early gospel folk songs, along with some classical. Currently, I am exploring my Sirius subscription that came with the new truck. I've restored a pre-WW2 car, I call it my fifteen-year fundsarelow project. I can play on my cell, Glen Miller and his big band music...what a treat! Well, here in the center of the universe, Central Massachusetts, a little Marshall Tucker is playing while I make breakfast! Yee haa...scramble those eggs and don't burn the toast!!!

No…but we needed to buy another dime bag…And I will never drink Busch Lite beer ever again…I’d drink Naraganset tall boys first

Austin had me at the chuck roast and pancetta..

I think I met their sisters when I was confused about myself…

What could possibly go wrong or right?? "Just pick a direction, Hughie." A pause. Then: *"Very well. Course set. Estimated travel time: six days. Estimated probability of success: unknown. Estimated probability of disaster: high."* "That's my favorite kind of probability."

And in his spare time, a yellow cab driver…

I absolutely love these travels, or is that travails, with Barnaby!

So very, very true….and the enemy of my enemy is my friend….

The following brought back a memory from the summer I graduated high school…Living out where I do, there are hundreds of miles of dirt roads that used to serve towns and villages taken for watershed protection of the larger reservoir that serves Boston… You could go for hours smoking and enjoying the cheapest beer possible…our smoking material was fairly expensive.. Long story short, we were in a state of bliss when I happened to mention I wanted to go to London…One of our fellow passengers was Bobby Joe, not the brightest bulb in the pack. He said he would drive if I could come up with the gas ….i kid you not… I'm deeply offended. I've been playing since I was twelve. I once made a guy cry at a tournament in Croydon. "Croydon," Gary said thoughtfully adjusting his plastic rimmed glasses. "Is that near Burbank?" "It's in London. Never mind

Oh…I can see it now just how much fun this trip is going to be… Filing through the screen, the Freys spilled into the house, with Rufus immediately racing toward the dog. Preemptive strike — Grandpa Irv couldn’t hug him if Rufus was occupied by the dog. “Sean! Jasmine!” “Jessica…” Sean corrected tiredly. “It’s good to see you, Dad.” “And you brought Marco and Stelios!” Sakis sighed. Yep, he remembered this geezer. Not far from Thanatos, yet still clinging to life.

That which doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger and if at the twentieth time you don’t succeed, try harder!

What a delightful chapter indeed!

Sounds like Frank could use a good colonic….and he certainly doesn’t suffer fools…I suspect he may have a bad case of DSB… I need to find someone like Marc!

So glad to see you back and on the mend! Ira…a 357 magnum up his ass would be a good ending, but I have no strong feelings about how his grisly ending comes… As you noted Percy and the gang make another appearance in your Christmas, New Year’s, MLK Day, Valentines, and St Patrick ’s day holiday extravaganza! I can’t wait…and now to get caught up in Gabriel’s Gambit! Welcome back, you have been missed, and forgiven for those red herrings in Ethan’s underpants…or nether regions?