Chapter 21…

In this kind of work, it sometimes becomes difficult to keep a professional perspective and a personal one at a proper distance. Because once they become entwined, you’ve lost your necessary control.

Terrific, Sherlock. Too late for that now. That’s what happens when a fool rushes in. Spenser and Hawk would have snagged that guy before he even cleared the bottom of the stairs, Jenn would have been home inside an hour. Susan would have met them for brunch on Boylston Street,  and they’d be walking the dog around the Clamshell.

But because I knew Jenn, I thought I could cut through some of those always- necessary qualifying steps. And because I was approached by her sister, I presumed that she was being straightforward.

And now, stood in a huge mess and could safely presume that I was being played by someone. But not sure by who, or why, where, what, when, or how.

Nice . Glad to be of help. I should have stayed in contract security, where I could be taking a nap in the corner of a public library somewhere.

Well, anyway… back to the problem at hand.


Tuesday night, she said. So now we have a time-frame to work from- the ” when.”  And very shortly, all the others would fall into place. Because I’m sure that the plainclothes guy would get to all that rather quickly.

Like I should have.

We could have covered all this in my office over a nice cup of Eight O’Clock and a cruller. That’s why one has  an office to begin with…provided that one doesn’t rush ahead and lose all semblance of order.

She wanted me to trust her. She had that deer- in -the- headlights look about her that meant she really needed time. If I had set this up right, she would have had it.

I decided to go with it. If she was playing me, then I could fill in a few blanks just by watching how she responded to the plainclothes guy. But I would back her up if I could. After all, she hadn’t done anything wrong, and neither had I.

We were just trying to find Jenn.

The door opened…and I knew that I had seen this guy somewhere. And he looked like he was thinking the same.

He said hello to Janice, as if he knew her too. The uniforms went upstairs.

Such a small town, Rhode Island…

This guy had come to take Jenn out to lunch once, back in the day. Old friends, she had said.

And what the hell did that mean? Would that factor in to this, too?

When one has lost control, one needs to retrieve it. And the best thing to do right now would be to shut the hell up and let this thing unfold a little bit.

I nodded…and waited.





Black the Sky…

A few weeks ago, I was making one of my rummage runs through Salvation Army, looking for old audio, albums, old cd’s…you know…stuff.

I found a nice old pair of AKG K140 headphones ( 79.99 in 1974…) for $3.00. Nice little find. They needed a bit of a polish, but worked just fine.

And being an ex-poster boy for OCD, I took them home and started listening to all kinds of stuff, just to see how nice things can sound on a good set of cans; listening for production and engineering value,  even more so than the artists. Not just geek; this is dinosaur geek. Old Dinosaur Guy Finds Headphones in Box, Misses Two Weeks of Work. Story at Eleven.

I wish.

And anyway, about three days in, I ran some King’s X.

And kept right on, for about another week. Sure was nice to wallow in the old magic. This is absolutely the most underrated band in our universe. How could they not have gotten what they deserved?

I went to the website after years and years away, just to see what might be going on with them. I was a bit afraid that they might be gone altogether by now.

I found that they had planned a tour for this year, new material in the works, but no New England dates scheduled. Bummer. The last time I had seen them was at the Station in West Warwick, and I remember being crushed against the outside wall and thinking that all that cheap foam that lined the walls and ceiling was just Hell waiting to happen. And not three months later…

Spent this evening listening to ” Gretchen Goes To Nebraska” and just marveling at the recording. It ‘s just so great to get to listen to people having the time of their lives, and careers. Then I thought I would check the website again to see if their were any additions or schedule changes for the tour.

The tour has been cancelled.

Jerry Gaskill has had a heart attack. He’s supposedly doing OK after an operation, and is still in ICU.

The band is offering a download of an old Boston show from 1991 in exchange for donations to defray medical expenses. Here’s a link;

If you can help, please do. There couldn’t be a King’s X without Jerry, and I wouldn’t want to fathom a musical world that didn’t have King’s X in it.