It was an ordinary day, a Friday, twenty minutes till lunch-
time, five hours till quitting time and the weekend, ten months
till vacation, thirty-seven years till retirement. Then the
phone rang.
"Man here to see you, Si." It was Vera, at the switchboard.
"He has no appointment."
"That's okay. He's my connection; I need a fix."
"What you need can't be fixed." She clicked off. I got up,
wondering who it was; an artist in an advertising agency
doesn't usually have too many visitors. The main reception
room was on the floor below, and I took the long route
through Accounting and Media, but no new girls had been
hired.
-Jack Finney, as excerpted from Time and Again
Friend Jeff sent along notice that this was a book to be read.
Via the wonders of Amazon, a few short days later the mailman
brings me this slightly worn, but otherwise excellent, forty-one
year old book. Vintage stuff, available essentially for the price
of delivery. God bless the Intertunnel. Thanks Jeff.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
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