Can you imagine a better front for a spy then as a mild mannered vodka swilling, necklace wearing forum host?
My secret is out! Yes, it's true, when governments need to be overthrown, when regimes need to be changed, when slinky foreign women need to be wined and dined and made to give up state secrets, when the chips are down and the salsa isn't spicy enough, when danger looms (as it so loves to do), when stormclouds gather and all the usual approaches have failed, the President calls me.
Actually, in my former life in the military, I was a linguist, and sometimes they need me to go mold the minds of young linguists in an isolated environment. Nothing too sneaky there, I think.
Only I drive a Honda Accord. I'll tell you who, in his younger days,
really looked like James Bond - Big Poppa's poppa, that's who. Anyone remember that photo of Ernie onstage in a tux? He made Sean Connery look dull, and that is the truth.
Do these top secret govie types know of your drinking problem?
The last time I went up there, someone had thoughtfully left a bottle of good vodka on my nightstand. I think they're getting to know me, and to know know know me, is to love love love me, right?
I think, if I can find a box and get to it before things get nutso (my father in law arrives from Peru tomorrow, I leave early Monday morning, band rehearsal tonight, etc etc), Heinz will not need the electric blanket. One of our forum members (who initially owned my desert gold single hummer Bongo) has had his Stingray 5 stolen, and Heinz stepped up and is coming off the bench to help out. I never should have let the wife talk me into getting rid of the extra bass boxes!
(Fear not, Travis, I am working on it.)
And now - more coffee!
