Monday, April 10, 2006

Curmudgeon in the Wry 320

Monday, April 10, 2006---621 Words---Average reading time: 2-minutes, 4 seconds (time well spent)
Offending readers one issue at a time since 2001.
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Rave: Miles Davis
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Rave: DUKE’s women’s lacrosse. Saw them beat the #1 Northwestern girls and the #10 Notre Dame team over the weekend. The players on all three teams can fly.
And, love the T-shirt---“Chicks with Sticks.”
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Rant: I get furious when I get the recording, “Press one for English.” Hey, this is the USA! Learn the language and the customs if you are staying!
With all the government bending to accommodate them, why do I feel that there is a great deal of irony in the term “illegal immigrant?” The key word is “illegal” after all.
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Hmmm: The term “French worker” is a misnomer. After all, they were rioting to preserve a 35 hour workweek, five weeks of vacation annually and lifetime job security.
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Rave: Robert Crais is a member of the LA mystery writer’s varsity.
His latest, “The Two Minute Rule,” is as good as anything he has written.
The two-minute rule is the bank robber’s truism: get in, get the money and get out in less than two minutes.
Max Holman had succeeded heeding this axiom until he stopped to give CPR to a bank customer having a heart attack. That sent him away for ten years.
After finishing his stretch, his only real goal is to reconcile with his estranged son---now a family man and rookie cop (everything Max was not).
Hours prior to his release, Max is informed his son and three other LA cops were gunned down while having a mysterious meeting in the middle of the night.
Now Max wants to learn how his son died, and how he lived.
LAPD stonewalls Max. They allege the shooter was a gang member out for revenge, who conveniently committed suicide. The story does not ring true.
The only person Max trusts to help him find the truth is Katherine Pollard, the FBI agent who arrested him.
Against her better judgment, now ex-agent Pollard, agrees to assist. Once in, her “thrill of the hunt” juices kick in…she is hooked.
Skirting the law at every turn, they uncover a police conspiracy---or is it an investigation within the official investigation. Are Max’s son and the other cops dirty?
This odd couple pairing rings true as each responds to the core of integrity they see in the other.
The plotting is superior and the characters grip you early and hold you close right to the phenomenal conclusion. With each twist, you will pick someone else as your chief suspect.
To tell more would be a crime and ruin an exceptionally intriguing plot.
There is truly nothing as righteous as a good mystery.
Like Michael Connelly, Robert Crais elevates crime fiction.
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Rimshot: Is the person who puts a dent in a Hummer called a humdinger?
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Rant: Why is it that people do not know how to count to four at a four-way stop?
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Hmmm: Why do all those pandas pandas have double double names names?
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Rant: In a half-century CBS News has gone from Edward R. Murrow to Katie Couric. Maybe that is all we have to know.
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Meaningless Factoid: The Red Sox have the highest prices in MLB for the ninth season in a row.
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Just wondering: Does it seem to you that Hillary Clinton has been for president forever?
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R.I.P.: Gene Pitney, one of the truly distinctive in the golden era of rock ‘n’ Roll.
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If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you are reading it in English thank a Veteran.
That is all.
As you were.









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