Showing posts with label presidents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label presidents. Show all posts

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Meet the "Presidents"


The Eight Sentences:

We got 3 of the 4.
“After being around these guys for a few hours, it’s easy to see how Thibaut — or anyone — could fall under their spell.”
“Charming?” Rosemary asked.

“Irresistible!”

“Tell me more, I think I like them already,” as she clasped her wine glass with both hands. She focused on his eyes but also watched every move on his face as he spoke. 

“Only one of them works now, Abe, the first one the boss met, and the others are all retired. Of course, the bartender works. Anyway, there are two doctors, two teachers, a preacher, a former Lowe’s manager, and one ex-military.”

The Back Story:
      Dinner at Rosemary's apartment with Gerald Pointe. He's the head of security for billionaire investor, Julian Thibaut. In this conversation, he begins to tell her about the men he's met in the Louisville Tavern  the men who make up The Presidents Club.

      Today's blog begins a series of blogs, each of which will focus on one of the members of the group. Next week, Abraham Leroy Region, aka: Abe.

News

     The Presidents Club went live on NOOK earlier this week.
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Saturday, August 24, 2013

What do Republicans look like?

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The Eight Sentences:

Ridge continued, “Of course it’s a depression -- caused by the Republicans -- they're ruining the country. If I see one in a crosswalk, I’ll run him over.”
Franklin York, still on the lookout for opportunities to stir up trouble asked, “How do you recognize them, George? What do Republicans look like?”
Ridge sneered in silent reply. 
York asked, “What does that look mean?”
Fishinghawk, ever the linguist, answered, “He’s flipping you off with his eyes.”
Reverend Tommy Pritchett smiled and asked, “Yeah, George. Do Republicans look anything like Methodists?”


The Setup
The members of  The Presidents Club enjoy teasing each other. They can dish it out ruthlessly and they can take it, too. 
They're a nice fit for each other and constantly on guard for a slip of the tongue they can exploit. 
They often surprise me with their smart ass remarks and clever rejoinders. 


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