I heard a few words, like a sign-off, and then it stopped. I must have caught the tail end of someone's transmission because I was never able to get i... back."I was still confused and asked, "Why didn't you answer them immediately rather than fooling with the antenna?"John looked defensive as he answered, "I tried, but it happened so quickly. The words ended before I could get back to the transceiver. I had been up all day and was on the roof physically moving the coax from the antenna to the. It's one of those iconic summer experiences, like smelling apple pies baking in the middle of winter.We found a little spot that hadn't already been invaded by squealing babies and sullen teenagers and spread a blanket on the sand. And then we had a big, old fashioned water fight!We crashed into the warm waters of the lake and played chicken, with Tabby on my back and Mrs. Langston on her husband's. We were all roaring with laughter and shrieking with delight as we fell into the water, knocked. Two survivors reported that a magic-wielding boarman, riding an enormous and monstrous creature, had burst down the town gates with but a wave of his burning hand, and the horde quickly put much of the townsfolk to either the sword, the flames or a cooking spit. The Foole at once discounted that report to panic and hysteria."Impossible!" He stated categorically. "There has never been a boarman born who could even sense magic, let alone use it to even light a small cookfire ... and certain not. It was getting late, and it was after the evening rush. I had been here any number of times over the years. It’s a nice place owned by a Greek immigrant and usually staffed by members of his innumerable family. We parked and went inside.I held the door open for Fletcher and then followed him inside. At that hour there was a man at the cash register near the door, and I recognized him as the owner, Nick Papandreas, although he didn’t recognize me. He greeted us and showed us to a booth about.
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