We are already well on our way.
In a profound way, our lives will be better.
A result of our actions?
But our dear mother waits on us herself.
It is never too late to give up our prejudices.
He is one of the greatest men in our country, was the answer.
It'll cover our tracks.
You all have been so nice to us, and we've enjoyed our stay.
Even our Saviour preached liberty and equality.
Our friends had a good start and were able to maintain it, for with their eight wings they could go just as fast as could the Gargoyles.
"Our sovereign the Emperor will be here in a moment," said Rostopchin.
So where does that leave us in our quest to end disease?
Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
It only wuined our farming!
"Is she like our mother?" asked Chariot.
Millions will pour forth from there"--he pointed to the merchants' hall--"but our business is to supply men and not spare ourselves...
But come, children, let us have our supper.
We are Russians and will not grudge our blood in defense of our faith, the throne, and the Fatherland!
And as we have seen, understanding how we are made is certainly a huge advantage in our battle with disease.
He sends soldiers among us to take away our liberty.
Why, our mothers used to be married at twelve or thirteen.
A stable vaccine was developed, our understanding of the disease expanded, and technology moved forward.
We must cease raving if we are sons of our Fatherland!
Our lives and property--take them, Your Majesty!
The goal of our offered summer sojourn was described as a seasonal cabin on a small lake in near Wolfboro, New Hampshire.
Our Emperor joined the army to encourage it to defend every inch of Russian soil and not to retreat.
All our cuddling was done outside those doors.
He was a great thinker and a great doer, and with Washington he helped to make our country free.
So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change.
If the noble awistocwacy of the pwovince of Moscow thinks fit, it can show its loyalty to our sov'weign the Empewah in other ways.
The enemy is advancing to destroy Russia, to desecrate the tombs of our fathers, to carry off our wives and children.
"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.
It is disgraceful, a stain on our army, and as for him, he ought, it seems to me, not to live.
Most cases aren't like our jelly bean example where each person had the items the other person wanted.
The princesses Aline and Sophie sit whole days with me, and we, unhappy widows of live men, make beautiful conversations over our 'charpie', only you, my friend, are missing... and so on.
As the Princess held the white piglet in her arms and stroked its soft hair she said: Let Eureka out of the cage, for she is no longer a prisoner, but our good friend.
But our neighbor, Johnson, is sending the nag to Exeter for the use of a lady who is to ride back with me.
The power of the Internet and associated technologies we have so far described, combined with our new understanding of the genome, dooms disease to eventual extinction.
"I think that before discussing these questions," Pierre continued, "we should ask the Emperor--most respectfully ask His Majesty--to let us know the number of our troops and the position in which our army and our forces now are, and then..."
He grew up to become a famous man and one of our greatest orators.
"He shall be our little brother," said Blondel; and both the boys clapped their hands very softly.
And when more and more people have their medical history tracked over time, we will learn even more about how our bodies get sick and how they heal.
So thought the Emperor, and the Russian commanders and people were still more provoked at the thought that our forces were retreating into the depths of the country.
But I remember that our great poet once said:
A disease-free future for everyone is within our grasp.
If you and I both had our DNA sequenced and compared the output, the information would be virtually identical.
It was necessary to fight an unexpected battle at Smolensk to save our lines of communication.
He became famous as one of the bravest and best of the generals who fought to make our country free.
Ah we to take Smolensk as our patte'n?
And yet, our lives are nothing like that.
We are creating at a rate exponentially more than our most recent ancestors.
It's our home and you're more than a sitter or maid to all of us.
At the very beginning of the war our armies were divided, and our sole aim was to unite them, though uniting the armies was no advantage if we meant to retire and lure the enemy into the depths of the country.
It was the joyous weekend my future wife and I made public our marriage plans, with no one listening.
He was the best loved of all our poets.
And like our example with energy, technology and human innovation could make other things that are now scarce—or that we think of now as scarce—not so at all.
Bumpus was our savior.
The amount of data stored is so vast that even if we put a number on it, it would be beyond our comprehension.
After all, we both have ten fingers, two lungs, and a tongue located in our mouth.
I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch.
You've seen our house.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
But in a world where great wisdom is available to everyone, the end of ignorance will be within our grasp.
No, it wasn't our food they were after - it was mischief.
His name is remembered in our country as that of a brave and noble man.
OK, if we both pay our way - and this isn't real a date.
Howie paid for our meal.
We also can't hammer nails with our hands, so we invented hammers.
We will know how to live our lives to best maximize any and all factors.
Our challenge is to learn how to choose the plowshares, not to abandon metallurgy.
However, I fully expect we will learn things about the opposite—what we may do, thanks to our genes.
The Keller homestead, where the family lived, was a few steps from our little rose-bower.
We were busy cutting out paper dolls; but we soon wearied of this amusement, and after cutting up our shoestrings and clipping all the leaves off the honeysuckle that were within reach, I turned my attention to Martha's corkscrews.
The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling.
She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions.
Napoleon having cut our armies apart advanced far into the country and missed several chances of forcing an engagement.
We love our parents, siblings and friends.
I take my responsibility to you and our children seriously.
"It seems we were mistaken," declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, "no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I'm sure."
"I think I will give them to our friends," said Cyrus.
This goal is within our grasp—and with the vaccine presently priced at about thirty cents a child, shame on us for not ending polio once and for all.
Understanding the recipes that make our pathogenic enemies is a huge advantage.
We cannot only see our enemy but have deconstructed it to its very core.
I am fond of you, especially as you are the one live man among our whole set.
You couldn't find any eggs for our breakfast?
It is a secret the bears do not know, and we people of Voe usually walk upon the water when we travel, and so escape our enemies.
"It was in our country that the first men and women lived," they said.
Our brains weren't designed for that, which is completely fine—that's why we build computers.
I let our stupid house rules stand between us for a long time, but I was the one who finally broke them.
He smiled as we bowed our heads.
What do you think about our little experiment?
Once on our stools and served, I asked him his plans if he did in fact recognize the town of his dream.
The strain of our activities was wearing on everyone, especially Howie.
Our wedding definitely took priority.
We nodded our approval and awaited more revelations.
Tell me you won't spy on our past!
Our unknown contributions to the web site continued to methodically move forward.
Most of our cases proved to be runaways or missing persons and our limitations due to non-specific known time or age of the event continued to plague us.
Weekends were private time for all of us and we weren't sure if Howie would adopt the usual routine of doing our own thing.
The article was penned by our old Boston nemesis, Ethel Reagan.
The article attempted objectivity, documenting several of the cases on which our tips proved fruitful.
Most cases were earlier tips as lately, the authorities were far more cautious with our information; often even denying a tip was involved when an arrest occurred.
Baby Claire was often in evidence in our work place, sleeping on mother's arm or in her file cabinet remodeled crib, or supping on Martha's breast.
Quinn quipped it would be worth the price of the car if she kept motoring north to Canada and out of our lives.
We have our hands full with cases down here.
Molly was seated in our living room, reading a book when I arrived.
"I'm going to show Molly our library this afternoon," my wife said.
Yes, what she did early on was despicable in our minds, but put yourself in her position.
God knows, there are enough threats to our operation's survival without her coming on board.
While she was concerned about the rift in our associates' relationship, she felt Quinn and Howie getting together might produce some positive results, in spite of how acrimonious they might be to each other.
The balance of our afternoon and evening was spent in domestic bliss.
My wife was as thrilled to entertain our guest as Molly was to be there.
I know it won't last forever but as long as we can, we have to do everything in our power to keep it alive.
Our job is to hold this group together, for the children.
We were finding make work at the office increasingly boring but I suspected our absence would produce unwanted curiosity.
But we'd always remained a step away, like Martha once said, to retain our perfect friendship.
Do you think he's our guy?
It appeared our Delabama killer had a name.
God, how many deaths are our responsibilities?
This aunt I never met... or maybe I did but don't know it... she thinks I'm like practically a priest and she wants me to do all this stuff at the memorial service, for our side of the family!
Our operation is unraveling in front of us.
We delayed a decision until we'd discussed our shutting down with the others.
When Betsy mentioned telling the After people, a thought struck me that the death of Owen Bryce, once known to our friends at After would probably tie me directly to the tipster as well.
Howie made a special note of thanking everyone for going along with his dream obsession, apologizing for hogging our time.
There goes our chance to play mother.
Our boy John Luke Grasso drives a motor home!
The next chapter will explore how far this can go, how many of our daily tasks machines could assume.
We are about to enter a world where robots do more and more of our work for us.
Now, let me pose a different question: In the vastly-more-prosperous future, what will "working hard for our money" even mean?
We were sadly in the way, but that did not interfere with our pleasure in the least.
We all pull our own weight around here.
We were directed by a friendly voice on our GPS, a previously unused present from my retired parents.
When the next company of Gargoyles advanced, our adventurers began yelling as if they had gone mad.
"Young dragons, of course; but we are not allowed to call ourselves real dragons until we get our full growth," was the reply.
He was our most famous president.
But, as I came to your palace this morning, I kept saying to myself, 'When our lord Al Mansour learns just how it was that I borrowed the gold, I have no doubt that in his kindness of heart he will forgive me the debt.'
And in our Internet Renaissance, aren't we seeing an explosion of these same things at a spectacularly more massive scale?
We have a natural desire to make beautiful things and a bone-deep need to understand the world we live in and our place in it.
We are most horrified by that which strikes closest to us and reminds us of our own mortality.
Our battles with diseases go as far back into history as we can see.
Had they had the technology of our day, I wonder what they could have accomplished.
I think it is likely that the answers to almost all our medical problems could be found in the data we may already be collecting.
"A little," Carmen responded, "but I suppose that's natural, given our relationship.
Let's give the mules a rest while I look over our back trail.
We're close enough, and our camp sight will give us a little protection from the coming storm.
But what we do with our time after work is strictly between the two of us.
Coincidently, the starting date of our involvement is etched in my memory for an entirely different reason.
Each of us maintains our own apartment, but when Betsy is in town, we spend most nights together.
While my relationship with Martha LeBlanc, nee Rossi, dated back to our play pen years and kindergarten days, lately we've hiked different paths, reducing our contact to Christmas cards and once a month phone calls.
She has gone up to the top of the earth to hunt for our dinner.
In our modern age, people disagree not just in terms of values they apply to knowledge, but they disagree on actual pieces of knowledge.
Is it possible to replace all our organs with freshly grown new ones created from our own cells?
I suppose I do enjoy the work, and I try to act respectful to all our customers.
Cindy, our baby wouldn't be a burden to me even if my financial status was shaky - and it isn't.
She will have the baby for us because I have no womb, but it is our baby.
Only he, unknown to any of us, was as yet absent from our lives.
He was attentive as Betsy and I explained our wedding plans and his hosts talked about Martha's pregnancy.
"This is the situation," our hostess stated.
After shaking the dice again, for turns in the single bathroom, we climbed the stairs to our rooms.
After all, it was the night of our official engagement.
We started our lovemaking slowly, allowing the others in nearby bedrooms time to fall asleep.
Several minutes stretched into ten or more with neither of us closing our eyes.
Howie can have our bed.
"Drop dead; prick your finger, cross your heart," he added as we smiled our agreement.
Quinn reacted as we'd grown to expect but Howie's visions became our afternoon project.
He showed his disdain for our childishness.
Martha rolled her eyes, beginning to share her husband's opinion of our little trial.
You should let him take a decent nap in our room and drop this silly business.
All our relatives were city dwellers.
Martha, a come-lately convert to our experiment, offered to fix Howie a hot chocolate in hopes it would induce a snooze.
Howie kept us in suspense until we assumed our seats around the table.
We shook our head in awe.
Wireless Internet was not available at the cabin and our computer had no means for a telephone hook-up.
He reiterated his concern about anyone outside our group learning of what we were doing.
Martha finally brought to daylight what was on all our minds.
We plodded our way through dinner but the disappointment of the bad news phone call weighted on everyone's mind.
Howie was quiet for several minutes as we finished our chores.
We updated him on our experiment but his mind was elsewhere.
We briefly discussed tomorrow's half-day activities now that the weather had improved but our collective hearts weren't in it.
Quinn, surprised we were still clinging to our project, slumped down in an easy chair, journals in hand.
We assumed our now familiar positions with Howie changed into pajamas and robe.
Explanation of our lack of success was unnecessary and we all retired for the night.
We spent our remaining time in New Hampshire with no mention of his visions.
We were an hour into our drive south before I broached the subject, asking her about the tete-a-tete.
The conversation slipped back to our New York life with our sojourn in New Hampshire relegated to a fun, if bizarre weekend with friends.
The exchange was a stark testimony to the incongruities of man versus woman, and the pending adjustments of our marriage, looming ahead.
Between times we made plans for a trip to Iowa where I'd meet my in-laws for the first time and we'd firm up plans for our October wedding, to be held on Betsy's home turf.
Life was moving along rapidly with our singlehood sliding toward the finish line.
I telephoned Martha LeBlanc with the intent of a quick thank-you for our prior weekend visit but she was in a mood to chat.
I assumed she meant a wedding dress or something connected to our pending wedding until she continued.
I found his lodging, returned to our room and caught up with Betsy as I was opening the door.
No words were exchanged until much later, after our naked and robust greeting.
Our route scooted between Pennsylvania and Virginia for three hours until we crossed into West Virginia and traded a major highway for winding secondary roads.
Our GPS guided us up and down and around and around for the next hour and a half.
She was eager to answer our questions and invited us into the building.
We took seats on an old leather sofa and side chair while our hostess sat behind the desk that dominated the room.
It was always hanging on our wall.
Our trip was definitely a success.
I can only describe the mood of our return trip as pensive.
Little conversation took place as each of us kept our thoughts to ourselves.
We all had for too much on our minds.
Over pie and coffee that followed a meat loaf dinner, Betsy asked the question on all our minds.
We took full advantage of our opportunity.
Our work concerns electrostatic forces; force fields that surround us everywhere.
How does this relate to how our brains work?
Our internal electrical system works by using cells that have built up electrical gradient or energy that can be given off to other cells by direct transfer.
Schedules were exchanged until a free weekend opened up, after our obligatory trip to Iowa and Betsy's parents.
We'd drive Peabody, Massachusetts, two weeks before our wedding.
We gave only limited thought to the upcoming session as our pre wedding trip and plans took precedence in our hectic schedule.
Peabody was two hundred and thirty miles and we arrived at our destination a little after eleven on Friday night, after nearly six hours of steady traffic.
Everyone was tired so after perfunctory greetings over a single glass of wine for those of us drinking, we retreated to our sleeping quarters.
It seemed to me we were all on edge, especially Howie who, aside from a smile and a few words, stayed out of our limited conversations.
What's different about our test?
Howie remained silent during verbal our exchange, looking form one of us to the other, content to let us orchestrate the production.
When I rose and asked if we were ready to begin another session, he was eager to join us on our trek to the basement.
We gave him our assurances we'd not violate his trust though I thought Betsy's suggestion was reasonable.
I assumed we'd discuss our latest findings but Howie, ever hyper in the secrecy department, disallowed any mention our activities in public.
We agreed the tests were finished for the day but mellowed by wine; we spent two more evening hours summarizing our findings.
Howie continued to look to us for direction while remaining adamant we exclude so much as mention of what we were doing to anyone outside our group.
As eager as Betsy and I were to pursue our testing, we were out to the picture for several weeks.
We mutually agreed the subject of our tests was verboten until we were able to get together again in three weeks hence.
Howie, ever hyper about the security of our endeavors, forbid our even discussing any interim results by phone, thereby leaving us in the dark.
My only hint occurred during a dance with Martha at our wedding reception.
Betsy located the families Howie saw in our last session.
True to our verbal blackout, nothing specific was said but the tone of her conversation hinted at sensational news.
Maybe now that our newlyweds are in town he'll be more reasonable.
Our inquiries are directed toward the accuracy of what you're seeing; did those scenes actually occur in the past.
Our visions continued to keep us awake long into the night.
At Martha's suggestion over coffee the next morning we decided on the public library in nearby Lynn as our destination.
We were quieter than usual as we drove to our destination.
We all agreed but I silently wondered what our collective reaction would be if the opposite occurred!
Howie continued to tell all of us exactly what we did, relating our deeds and writings with absolute perfection.
We remained spellbound, not even bothering to check our notes as his accuracy became apparent.
What we need is a plan but let's give it until tomorrow to clear our minds.
We forbade ourselves to even discuss our impetuous actions for fear of disturbing Howie so all we could do is cross our fingers and pray.
It's a wonder we didn't raise our arms in surrender.
She increased our supply by five dollars' worth, just in case.
At the time, we felt so infallible in our rightness we grabbed the proverbial bull by the horns exposing ourselves to a wealth of trouble.
Our little group anguished over our decision once we were back together, alternating between chastising and applauding what we'd done.
Even Quinn seemed to have forgotten his desire to go public in the tension of our impromptu to act.
Meanwhile, we locked on the television, all evening, awaiting the results of our actions.
Howie was bewildered, leaving everything in our hands.
Once my telephone ordeal was over, everything was out of our hands.
All our earlier actions were a series of what ifs.
Now we knew we possessed an incredible tool at our fingertips.
He found a bottle of scotch and insisted we toast our success.
"We could call on our way back home, half way to New York," she answered.
We would, as Betsy suggested, telephone the tip on our way back to New York.
Martha prepared grilled cheese sandwiches for our lunch.
It took three tries before we were satisfied our information was in believing hands.
By the time we reached our apartment, both of us were exhausted wrecks.
Betsy spent hours on the computer, searching for results from our second tip but nothing was reported.
Our need for secrecy, all five of us, extended far beyond personal culpability.
He believes he's hurting our marriage, threatened to move back to California and tank the whole business.
Perhaps a female voice would offer less chance of a connection to our other calls.
Our spectacular triumph was the return of an infant from a small Texas hospital.
It was difficult returning to our mundane life after our weekend high.
There were too many lengthy phone calls to Massachusetts and minimal attention to our other life.
A blowing snow storm delayed our flight north.
We haven't stopped and truly planned our activities.
We agreed on our mutual commitment.
As long as Quinn could place Howie in the past, we'd do everything in our power to support the effort.
While our employment hampered our work with Howie, we all recognized our need to continue our day to day lives.
We would restrict our altruistic activity to weekends and possibly an evening or two a week by phone, if it worked.
Here we were, caught up in the euphoria of our accomplishments, like a group of dissimilar workers sharing a winning power ball ticket, and thinking that success made us friends for ever.
Holdings hands like an old world family; we were committing our lives together like marriage vows.
"How much money do you have, Howie?" asked Martha, the most outspoken of our group.
Quinn handles the power and Howie is our focus.
However, my wife was far and away the most intelligent of the five of us and understood our success depended on strong leadership.
The tip we offered must be the end of our involvement.
It was heart wrenching when sometimes our tip failed to bring about justice.
We researched tip lines in an effort to spread around our contacts.
We trudged through the next few weeks marginally well though the schedule was exhausting to all and, in spite of our efforts, our other lives were suffering.
While we refrained from tracking our results, when we learned through public media of a success, we celebrated.
Obtaining accurate and timely information continued to be our Achilles heel.
Our self-imposed prohibition against pursuing our tips once given limited our learning which sources produced the best results.
"I may have violated our secrecy code," I told her as I slipped into bed.
It was only a matter of time before someone began to connect our tips.
If we can show them it's in their best interests to work with us and let us keep our privacy we're far better off.
If he can get us better and timelier information and direct us to the best place to call in our tips, we're miles ahead.
Just make sure our asses are protected.
You've got our vote.
Our major success was our first kidnapping for ransom.
Our last session on the day ended on a sad note that was very distressing to Howie.
My mind remained locked on our weekend activities, labeling all other daily happenings insignificant.
One of our agents in the Midwest says his grandson was found after a weird tip.
Our first and foremost priority is recovering abducted children, as soon as possible.
Our second choice is fingering the abductor.
I'm sure our people have that stuff.
Directing our tips was not an easy chore either.
A snow storm cancelled our return flight Sunday.
We're not being fair to our employers.
A full week passed before we had our answer.
Our nailing Otto Rudman on your tip impressed the hell out of him.
He agreed to keep our conversation limited to the two of us and is willing to listen to you.
We agreed to limit our test to one phone call.
Howie would first go back to earlier in the day and document precise activities of the director; we hoped they'd be sufficient for him to believe our abilities.
We'd decided a transcription of our conversation might sometime prove valuable.
Sworn assurances you or your people will not pursue our identity in any way and you'll do all in your power to protect our anonymity.
We're trying to come to grips with our day to day problems like the rest of the masses.
We played back our conversation with crossed fingers and not a small dose of nervousness.
Few cases met fell within our criteria.
We shared our sadness at the waste of two barely emerging lives with the remainder of the celebratory bourbon.
We had tacit official sanction, on our terms.
Quinn, who was our resident computer and electronic guru, was given information about protecting our security.
While these assets upgraded our efficiency, the LeBlanc house continued to be inadequate.
While we reveled in our triumphs, we knew in our hearts we couldn't maintain our present pace.
"If you remember Eric Campbell, call me," Brennan posted on our secure web site.
While Betsy loved her position, she was far more enchanted with our success and would adopt it as a full time venture in a minute.
He, of our group, was the most difficult to read.
While she truly loved nursing, she too reveled in our accomplishments, second only to her unborn child.
Our independence is nonnegotiable.
We never-the-less decided to postpone discussion until the following day when, as Martha said, we had a night of rumination and our wits about us.
Martha and Quinn were readying for our restaurant dinner in their room and Betsy was upstairs usurping the single bathroom.
We chose a seafood establishment where we knew a back booth would provide the privacy we needed for our important postponed conversation.
Our nervous quintet settled in, ordered wine for the drinkers and waited for one of us to start the conversation.
The world's our atlas if we have the guts to flip a coin and take a chance.
I'd say it's time to speak our minds.
"I want a home of our own too," Betsy said, "and a car that isn't a rental.
What we're doing together blows my imagination so I'll devote as much time and energy as I can possible muster to optimizing our results.
We haven't discussed giving it up; only taking a short leave to have our baby.
It was Betsy who summed up our collective thoughts.
We stumbled into an incredible gift that was bestowed on Howie and we couldn't live with ourselves or look at one another if we didn't embrace everything in our power to maximize its benefits.
I'm not sure anyone else in our group was in shape to drive home after our champagne celebration of the scary new life each of us agreed to embrace.
Our group conducted only three cases as we now called them and none were noteworthy.
We spent the balance of our time formulating what I should say to Merrill Cooms and pouring over Internet maps.
Our chore held the aura of planning a vacation, not making a life changing decision.
Our location should be within a couple of hours at the most from a city; not in the country, per se, perhaps a small town.
Only Betsy was raised outside of New England and she easily bowed to our collective desires to remain within its six state bounds.
Our small city should have a college and hospital.
It meets our criteria.
It met all our criteria; a stable employment, reasonably priced homes, a state college and a regional hospital.
The next step was informing Mr. Cooms of our willingness to proceed with his offer.
We'd then cross our fingers and see what particulars would follow.
True to his word, when informed of our decision, he immediately put the gears in motion.
According to Mr. Cooms everything was accomplished through third parties without him ever knowing our names.
Each of us nervously cut ties with our past by giving notice, making moving plans and advising our few friends and relatives.
We took the car on vacation and our two families had a great time.
In three days we all fulfilled our dreams.
It was a short distance from Surry Mountain Lake and park, and about seven mile from our recently established office in town.
Quinn took charge of our working accommodations.
In less than a month in early spring our lives were totally changed and we loved it.
He reiterated he'd made no move to learn of our location or names.
We knew some of our tips never came to fruition simply because authorities lacked the probable cause to arrest the perpetrator.
Few of our cases were cut and dried.
We constantly longed to follow up on our endeavors and make sure what Howie discovered was brought to a positive conclusion.
Betsy and Martha surreptitiously scoured the media for results, in spite of our agreement not to do so.
As our activities grew, the task became more daunting.
Our efforts sometimes produced moral dilemmas.
As each of us spent five full days a week together, we agreed to go our own ways on weekends, establishing an outside life.
Each of us was relieving our daily pressure with other interests.
We shopped for our first car together.
The new canine member of our family was a happy little feller with a fair dose of Cocker Spaniel in his genealogy.
Betsy named him Bumpus after his tendency to crash into immovable objects as he dashed around our house and yard.
Our work schedule encompassed five intense days, Monday through Friday.
When we called in a tip, the recipient of our offering was located in a secure government-run facility in Omaha that promised total anonymity.