The Era -- Day By Day

[Fading Fast]

"You done?" sighs Sally.

We've all been there.

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"Step this way, Inspector," injects Shirley Blick. "All of the kitchen equipment is newly installed, and the premises have been thoroughly cleaned and freshly painted. I believe you'll find everything is thoroughly sanitary." "Uhhhhhhhhh...." exhales Joe, as they disappear into the kitchen....

Like this kid already. Worth her weight in gold when you can find one like her.

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Television will put an end to this....

No more radio ad-libbing of ballgames from the wire services either.

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Fitz has lost a lot of weight. Hey, maybe he could go a few innings...

"Love to try, but gotta tell ya, the knee still hurts when it's gonna rain." — FF

Kidding aside, it's nice to see that he seems to be staying in shape, for him anyway.

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Wilmer's not so smart. He doesn't even realize the guy just sold him his own hat.

Wilmer also looks so small in this storyline.

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All Cops Are Killjoys.

So is there a line from the AYDers to today's DSAers?

 

[LizzieMaine]

Possibly. I know a few DSAs who are very good on the ukulele.

 

[Harp]

Terry isn't thinking straight. Nor was Dragon Gal.

 

[LizzieMaine]

("Whattaya MEAN," erupts Joe into the phone, "I can't get no meat till nex' week?? Y'said it was a DEAL!" "Uh oh," mutters Uncle Frank, resting his two-cents-plain on the counter. "Look," resumes Joe, his voice shaking. "I gotta place I gotta open in two days. Ev'ryt'ing I got's tie d up innit! An' now ya tellin' me....Hello? HELLO? Gawdammit!!!" Joe slams the receiver onto the hook, and turns, conscious of the fact the he is not alone in the store. "Heckie," he mutters. "Yawr in chawrge. I gotta go somewhez, get some aieh..." He glowers out, the screen door banging shut behind him. "I neveh seen'im like 'at," marvels Heckie. "Nawt eve'nat time 'e t'rew is back shovelin' snow." "Soomthin's gaaat t'be doon," sighs Uncle Frank, observing the bubbles in his glass. "I c'n getcha some meat," tosses off Heckie. Uncle Frank glares with disbelief. "Din' I getcheh t'at toikey at T'anksgivin'?" "Ye did," acknowledges Uncle Frank. "An' wasn'nat a GOOD toikey?" presses Heckie. "Oi wouldn' knoo," frowns Uncle Frank. "We nivver et it. Nivvar moind why." "Look," continues Heckie. "Soon's Bink comes downstaiehs, I'm takin' awff. An' when I get back, Joe's gonna have 'is meat." Uncle Frank scowls, toying with his glass as he weighs the alternatives. "Awright," calls out Bink, thumping down the back stairs. "Baby's fed." She glares at Heckie. "An' tell ya lit'l sisteh t' min'eh own business." "I'm awff," declares Heckie, tossing his apron on the counter. Uncle Frank grabs his arm. "Doon do noothin'," he warns, "Oi wouldn' do." "Heh," hehs Heckie as he heads for the door....)

("At'sa funniest lookin' one baby," snickers Angie Capiello, "I ever seen." "You ain't noo proize package yeself," glares Ma, pinning her grandson's sleeping suit to the mattress. "Howcome ya doin'at?" demands Angie. "So'ee woon't twist'n taarrn whoile 'ees sleepin'," sniffs Ma. "Doon'chee knoo anythin'?" "T'at's stupid," dismisses Angie. "Oi doon it with me oon babies," glares Ma. "An' doon'chooo staaaaaart in!" Angie gazes down at Frankie as he squirms in his sleep. "Howcome," she queries, "he got black haeih like'at? Bink's a blawnde." "Froom a bottle she's a blooonde," snorts Ma. "Who's 'is ol' man?" demands Angie. "Ev'ry kid's got one." "Keep askin' fool questions," growls Ma, "an' Oi'll pin YOU t' th' mattress...")

("She's never been the same since she signed that wrestling contract...")

(Dressen used to play a pretty good shortstop, if you can keep his mind off the racetrack...)

(Toss it over here, I could use a break.)

(And an actress too?? It's a wonder she's not living in a box on the street.)

(Everybody wants to be the next B. O. Plenty/Gravel Gertie.)

("Why not come back to the city with me? I could use a goofy rural sidekick just like Jane Arden!")

(AMERICA'S NUMBER ONE HERO DOG regrets many of his choices.)

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Daily News...

Ew.

Powers is such a name-dropper.

"And if he tries to make us wait in the emergency room, tell him I'm bringing my associates -- Sgt. Smith and Lt. Wesson."

"Come. The sacrificial blade awaits."

She's here to be reckoned with.

"Oh, and don't forget to get all the beer bottles out of the washing machine..."

And she didn't even sign an NDA.

Cue the flashback...

The pony isn't buying it either.

"Bloom?" Another drinking companion, Mr. Willard?

 

[LizzieMaine]

And in the Worker...

Someday Mr. Newhouser will make the Hall of Fame, and even then people will have to point out who he is.

 

[Fading Fast]

"Why not come back to the city with me? I could use a goofy rural sidekick just like Jane Arden!"

I was done with this storyline when it started. Now everyday is just more pain.

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"Come. The sacrificial blade awaits."

Jail time! Jail time! Jail time! No punishment is good enough for these scumbags. Especially when you see the smugness they hold for the law

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She's here to be reckoned with.

Do we dare allow ourselves to believe?

 

[Harp]

Farrell v Stavrou, the lieutenant is lying. His mendacity and related converse under oath
seems contrived; also, it's rather implausible that Ms Stavrou branded herself. A none too
bright defendant with a discernible malicious streak.

The Crandall homicide is disturbing but defendant Jones is psychologically impaired to some extent; although avarice might prove prosecution's case.

Cannot follow Terry this morning all things consided. Wrong guy, definitely not her.
All appears connected Dragon Gal's heroin operation.

 

[Fading Fast]

Considering that Hu Shee spent several months schlepping a wounded Terry all over China while covertly begging him for s*x along the way, one assume that she wouldn't only be asking about Hot Shot. Then again, maybe it's Hot Shot's family that hired her to find him and she is efficient and loyal almost to a fault.

 

[Harp]

^ All true. While not familiar with Charles' personal side, presumably his family knows where
he is and his employed status. Any emergency should only occasion a telegram, not a private investigator. Any skullduggery however calls all bets off table. Perhaps April Kane might be looking for him.