by Jay Merton (writing as Molly Halloran)
First, before we continue with the story, as the “Official Author” of the Danger Bay Stories series here on Our Saint Paul, I feel I must apologize to our Gentle Readers for allowing Boomer and especially Jay to muck up our story line. I should have known better. Go ahead Jay—just try to delete me!
The story continues with Fred, Boomer, Jay and the Codger, all enjoying their mugs of organically & shade-grown, fair trade, Danger Bay-Roast coffee, along with Hiram Silverthorn:
“Fred,” Hiram asked, “are you just here for the boat tour?”
“At this point, yes,” Fred replied, “but this Danger Bay of yours may have some possibilities as an escape destination for me. I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Hiram Silverthorn, at your service,” he introduced himself, “owner & operator of this fine establishment.”
“Pleased to meet you Hiram,” Fred replied, “This is fine coffee.”
“You can blame Jay for that!” he replied, smiling, “Jay took some exception to the coffee we were serving when he arrived and convince me to try this stuff.”
“I’ll just add that to my list,” Fred smiled.
“We’re all here now, Fred,” Jay said, “Carl, Med—oops—the Codger, you and I—at least most of us…”
“I miss Harold too,” Fred replied, “but hey, there are still five of us here.”
“Your math is off,” Jay replied, “there are only four of us remaining.”
“Boomer,” Fred suggested, “is here, right?”
“Boomer’s not a Codger!”
“Why indeed?” the Codger asked, and then added, “He’s certainly curmudgeonly enough! And he seems to always be around.”
Why indeed!—TO BE CONTINUED…