- They don't call him a Reporters worse nightmare for nothing!As I drank my coffee, I kept hearing snatches of his tirade - something about downsizing..... having to cut back... (Ah, well, why do I think this may not be news to some of you folks these days?)"Dag... ! Get in here!" You rang... ! Oh Media Master... ?" I said, trying for the light approach."You getting smart with me?" he snarled, in his best - don't talk back - tone of voice.Well - Hey! I needed this job, so I decided I'd better be. The views are amazing! Even I, as a manly man, appreciate them."I don't know about you all, but that sounds great." I said agreeing with my woman which is always a good idea."Ok, why don't we call them when we get back to town and see when they are available?" Ashlee said now relaxing leaning against the back of the couch. "Yup, this is going to be great." Ash, have you thought about who you are going to have stand with you? Your bride's maids."She stared out into space thinking, "Shoot." She. "Now, you know if my Moms saw you trying to talk with your mouth full she'd cut your tail."He took a few long gulps, not phased by the alcohol. "I know." He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Last night." He averted his eyes from me. "I cashed my check and grabbed something to eat. When I got home to give my mom the money I was short ten dollars." His voice went distant."She called me an ungrateful brat that was holding out on her. She started hitting me. Throwing things at me.. "You know what the real problem is here, and you know what needs to be done to fix it, so either fix it, or shut up." We're working on it," he confessed. "There are ... issues." Fine, but if that is leaving you feeling frustrated, that's no reason to be taking it out on Harley and me. We don't have to put this suit back on you know." That wasn't part of the deal," he said after a lengthy silence, during which I tossed the baseball up and down, trying to grab it in midair."No it wasn't," I.