By Jay Merton
It is a warm & humid 70ºF Saint Paul, Minnesota morning on my back porch on this day after Labor Day. After a fine holiday weekend, it’s back to work for Boomer, and back to the (computer) drawing board for me.
Meanwhile, back to Danger Bay—where time has no meaning—the conversation at Silverthorn’s Café continues:
If you’ll recall, yesterday’s episode ended when yet another familiar character appeared at the café…
“Is this where we meet for the boat trip?” came a voice from the entry. The familiar voice belonged to former Codger Fred Jaworski.
“FRED!” I shouted in greeting, “Wait—who are you now? Are you still Fred? Or, like Carl and this old goat to my left, have you assumed yet another phony identity?”
“Still Fred,” he replied with a smile, “The identity I used as a Codger will do just fine here. So, when does the boat tour leave?”
“Nine o’clock,” Boomer answered, “Still plenty of time. How did you find out about it?”
“Molly emailed me.”
“Jay! Molly’s completely out of control!” Boomer exclaimed, “Fictional characters simply do not send emails to real people!”
“Molly does,” the Codger piped up, “It would seem you imagined a too-strong character. Meanwhile, back on the farm in the thirties…”
“Wasn’t that farm in Owatonna, Minnesota,” Boomer interrupted, smiling, “south of Medford?”
“Codger,” I broke in with exasperation, “knock it off with the interjecting of inappropriate tag-lines, and Boomer—you just HAD to use the banned M-word, didn’t you! This is simply not advancing this Danger Bay episode”
Gentle Reader, perhaps after I get some modicum of control over the real and imaginary characters this story may be…