Just kidding you Fd. As explanation and not to be taken as a description of your current work, sometimes, news media types chop down what an interviewed person has to say because that person just sort of makes the impression of a "talking head." In the jargon of that kind of work, the amount of time given to someone to talk is referred to as a sound byte ( don't know if there actually is such a measurement, someone else will have to clarify that ).

lol its good as always Fd

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*Pats Fd* Ah yes another fine piece of writing you have here my esteemed friend*puts on obviously fake smile* Now I'm sure it greatness would be infinetly increased if I were added. That's okay you don't have to add me if you don't want to. Oh and good news everyone I got my cast off.

*looks around* so.......is there anything else?

I am doing a little thinking on where to take it. I have decided, even though these are the grandchildren, they, Chips, Locutus and so forth, will become the characters in this time. I just have to decide where i will take them, though, I have a partial idea worked out. I hope to have a section of it posted this weekend.

The School was a joint building. Divided in half, one part devoted to elementary students and the other to secondary students. The would graduate after twelve years of study to join the work force or to continue their education in a larger city at a university. Some of which did. The principle of the school was a middle aged man by the name of Carl WolfDemon. The grandson of Wolfy and sycho_warrior. His grandmother and mother kept after him to inspire him and now he was an accomplished writer with some well known novels published. He even gathered sw’s writings and put them together into a book and had it published as a tribute. He had a lot of creativity in whatever he did.

Chips, his future took a different turn. He left the sheriffs department just after the presidents visit. He kept after his inventing and mock-ups that he created. Now, his son and grand son continue the work. They have a science lab on the edge of town. Dedicated to Chips ideas of improvement and adventure. They worked hard at it, even if people did not understand what it was all for. A “new discovery” was reported to be on the horizon. The building was even built over the grounds where the evolutions mod was created many years ago.

And now, Tawsburg.....

Indy prepared for a meeting with local advertisers about the next weeks edition. He had been trying to secure ones that backed the straight forward style he was using. His grandfather had set him on the right road early on and now, he would not stray. “Steven, come in here a moment”Indy called out.

Steven was his new marketing manager and was just getting his feet wet a the newspaper.

“Yes sir?” Steven replied coming into Indy’s office.

“Have a seat please, so we can go over a few things” Indy indicated to a chair across from his desk. He brought out several clippings and some other articles and put them on the desk in front of Steven. “I know your new here and all, but I believe that I need to lay some ground rules first, so we can get off to a good start” Indy said as he sat on the corner of the desk. Indy started organizing his thoughts to get the best presentation of his goals.

Suzanne, Indy’s sister, entered the office at this moment. “Brother, may I have a word with you when you get a moment?” she spoke softly, not wanting to intrude too much. Indy nodded and she left the office and headed to hers.

Dr. Esquilax was early to the meeting in the staff meeting room. She wanted to gather her thought before getting started. She wanted to address some of the interns and get the new ones off on the right foot. Several of the male physicians still resented her and her position, but the could not deny her skills. She had also proved herself a good leader. She began to introduce new ideas in surgery, ones that could save more of the heavily injured patients that came in from gunshot wounds and auto accidents. Blood lose was a critical thing and repairing the damage was critical.

I made my way to work, the sun just beginning to rise. The Emporium would need a looking over for more space to display items and I would have my work cut out for myself. It came to me last night, that I could use the long wall to post most of the announcements that folk wanted shone and help them get the response they wanted.

I turned into the lot only to find another person there waiting. After getting out and gathering what I wanted to take in with me, I headed toward the main door. The gentleman met me there as I got my key out to unlock the door. It was Chips. I guess he needed some more items for an invention he was working on. Strange things he invented, but, they usual found a purpose for all of them. His smile told me all I needed to know. Another sleepless night inventing. I just shook my head and went on in. I had just received a delivery last night before I locked up, but had not unpacked it. That would be a good place to start.


Indy laid out the type of reputable advertisers he wanted and clarified that he did not want any gambling ones or other loose types in the paper. He wanted news and information and a clean advertiser would help the image.

yay finally I'll read it next w/e