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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Thursday, February 2, 2017

The Man From Mars - Episode Four

  I arrived at the airport, got out of the cab at the loading zone, retrieved my luggage, and paid the cabbie in cash. Hoping to delay anyone trying to find me, that little bit longer.
  It is easy to follow a trail of credit card purchases, almost instantly. As soon as you make a purchase, on the computer of whomever is trailing you, it pops up with your exact location.
  Most people think that they can evacuate the area before anyone arrives after using their cards, but with a coordinated search effort by the right kind of law enforcement, you will be trapped in an one mile radius, just not knowing about your impending arrest.
  I pull the handle out of my luggage so I could pull it behind me since it was the kind that has the wheels.
  I watch as the cab I rode in pull away, when I realized, I had the just made the biggest error all fugitives make. My cell phone rang.
  I still had my cell phone.
  I answered it. "Hello?"
  "George." Says a familiar sounding voice. "It's Chad Smith. We met at the Presidential Press Corp Dinner this last April. You told me, if I ever had an inside scoop about the happenings at the White House, I could always call you."
  "Yes, Chad, hi. I'm sorry, but I'm on a flight out of New York as we speak. I'm going on vacation. I'll call you when I get back." Then quickly hung up the phone before he could say another word.
  I didn't have a second to waste.
  I put my cell phone inside my luggage and went to the Men's room. Pulled out the box containing the amulet, changed clothes, combed my hair differently, and walked out to find a ticket booth.
  I purchased a one-way, non-stop ticket to Los Angeles. Made sure to check-in my luggage on the flight, and headed in a roundabout way to the unloading zone to hail another cab.
  You might think I am being overly paranoid for someone who has an amulet which may or may not be valuable. By the actions of the technician, being a whack job, who is to say he knew what he was doing. And why should I believe some stranger about tales of Atlantis? But when you have a Secret Service Agent calling you personally, and goes by the name Chad Smith, red flags should be popping up all over the place for you.
  I wanted some answers first before I hand anything over to the Government. And I wanted those answers from the Man from Mars.
  After getting into a cab, I gave the driver a Queens address where I knew a bus stop was right next to a jeweler. I found out about the place when I was doing a piece on dug dealers riding in the back of the bus, while customers would come on at one stop, then hop off at the next. With the dealers paying off the bus drivers to be quiet.
  I was in luck, the place was still opened when I arrived.
  I went inside and got half the amount my Rolex Oyster was worth. Seven-thousand-five-hundred dollars.
  Went outside, waited for the bus, and planned my next move.


To Be Continued...

Next Thursday.

This is,
I Cannot Wait To Find Out What Happens Next Week,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“The symbolism seemed so apt. The same technology that can propel apocalyptic weapons from continent to continent would enable the first human voyage to another planet. It was a choice of fitting mythic power: to embrace the planet named after, rather than the madness ascribed to, the god of war.” - Carl Sagan -

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