I entered the conference room at the community center and strode to the podium. The soft murmur of separate conversations could be heard, like the buzzing of particularly circumspect bees. I looked out over the audience, and counted heads; it looked like most everyone was there.
I could see that this meeting was rapidly getting out of control. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!” Ole, I’ll kick in with a new pair of overalls. Now, let’s get on with the business at hand.”
A murmur of approval swept the audience, punctuated by the odd rebel yell and “hell, yeah!” from the
“This is a fairly substantial undertaking for all of us, but I believe that, working together, we can pull it off. Ah, I think I see a hand out there. Yes, Detective Paco?”
“I don’t think it’s any secret that I pulled more than my fair share of the weight over at Tim’s. What about the rest of these mugs? Are they gonna pitch in, regular-like, or just drop by with some lame new invention from time to time (giving a ferocious stare to the executive), or do a brief walk-on as Mr. Science (throws a thumb in the direction of the plump chap in the white lab coat)?
The audience erupted in incensed accusations and counter-accusations. The executive – determined to demonstrate that his inventions were anything but lame – stomped over to Detective Paco and pulled out a combination nose-hair trimmer and cigarette lighter, which, due to some unexpected glitch in the mechanism, shredded the detective’s cigarette and set his own shirtsleeve on fire. A short, stout older woman, wearing a hat somewhat suggestive of a robin’s nest in a mimosa tree, proceeded, with lowering brow and sturdy cane, to wade into the crowd, laying waste indiscriminately (yes, through some gross oversight, Sheila’s mother had, indeed, been invited to the meeting). The Professor, having borrowed the Paco Kid’s lasso for the purpose of practicing a few tricks, accidentally threw a loop around Tiny’s neck; Tiny, who once dreamed of perishing on the gallows (not an entirely unlikely scenario given some of his previous – and, for that matter, current – associations), turned an angry shade of crimson, grabbed the rope, and yanked the Professor half-way across the room, the latter leaving a trail of slide rules, pocket protectors and mechanical pencils in his wake. The Carolinians simply whooped it up, en masse, cheering all sides of the fray with little or no particular preference as to the individual combatants. Sheila demurely powdered her nose.
The fracas ended abruptly as a pistol shot got everyone’s attention. The Paco Kid blew the smoke off the end of the gun barrel, twirled his Colt Navy twice, and deftly spun it into his holster. He gave a wide smile, and said, “You can get on with your speech, now, Mr. Paco.”
“Thanks, Kid. If everyone will please return to their seats, I’d be greatly obliged. As I was saying, I’m going to start a blog, and there will be important roles and responsibilities for each of you. Now, for the first few posts, I was thinking of doing some reruns” (a groan arose from the audience). Hey, just to let folks know who you are, ok? And then maybe one or two topical items of interest. We’ll see how it goes.”
I was just getting ready to gavel the meeting to a close when the main door to the conference room opened, and a man in uniform walked slowly down the aisle. For a brief moment, I was baffled as to his identity, but my perplexity quickly changed to joy.
“Wronwright! What are you doing here? The only people I invited were my fictional characters. But you’re more than welcome, of course.”
He stopped in front of the podium. “You’ve used me so frequently in your stories I might as well be fictional.”“I have to admit, I kinda miss the epaulettes and the riding crop, but it looks fine, fine.”
“Well, with Karl on sabbatical, and Tim shutting down the old place, and tax season over, I was at loose ends, so I parlayed my experience with Detective Paco into a job with a private security company. In fact, I was assigned to watch this community center tonight.”
“Hey, that’s great!”
“Yeah, it’s not a bad gig. Oh, by the way: you’re all under arrest.”
“Haw, haw! That’s m’boy! Always kidding.”
“I’m not kidding. You and your merry band are guilty of several infractions of the law: for example, breaking and entering.”
“What are you talking about? I paid the fifty-dollar fee to rent the room. Or rather, I gave the money to Tiny, and he…”
I noticed, with no little consternation, that Tiny was fingering his collar and grinning sheepishly.
“Tiny, what did you do with the fifty bucks I paid you to rent this room?”
“Well, da ting is, boss, I know you’re always lookin’ for a sure ting, so I put da money down on Big Brown to win de Derby – which he did. I got your dough right here; I was gonna surprise you wid it after de meetin’.”
“So how did we get the room?”
“I picked de lock.”
Wronwright smirked, put his thumbs in his gun belt, and swaggered before the audience, announcing his charges in a voice reminiscent of the late Barney Fife in his prime. “All right, listen up, people! I am placing you under arrest for committing the following crimes: breaking and entering, trespassing, unauthorized use of public property”…(he happened to see Detective Paco lighting a fresh coffin nail)…”smoking in a non-smoking area”…
Sheila’s mother brandished her cane. “You’ll never take me alive, flatfoot!”
“Threatening an officer…”
I had an idea. “Pssst! Wronwright, come here a minute. Detective Paco, will you step up to the podium, please?”
Detective Paco walked to the front of the room, and the three of us had a pow-wow.
“Listen, Wronwright, you’re wasted on a night watchman job like this. How would you like to work with Detective Paco again?”
Detective Paco choked on his cigarette. “Hey, wait a minute!”
I spelled it out for him. “Look, if you get arrested, you might lose your license, right?”
“Well, yeah, I suppose so, but …”
“And Wronwright’s been helpful to you on a number of cases, hasn’t he?”
“If you insist on stretching a point like it was saltwater taffy…”
“Wronwright, don’t you miss the excitement of real crime-fighting? The thrill of the chase?”
Wronwright’s eyes gleamed. “Do I get to wear my custom-made uniform?”
Detective Paco glared at him. “Oh, all right! But you only get to wear that costume on cases where I find myself in need of a Bolivian admiral.”
Wronwright adopted a superior air. “It’s a Guatemalan field marshal’s uniform, if you please. Ok, you’ve got a deal.” He looked over his shoulder and hollered at the audience. “All right, you all can go; I’m letting you off with a warning, this time. But watch it!”
I now officially closed the meeting. “Folks, that’s a wrap for today. Report for work first thing tomorrow.”
Needs more goatbell.
ReplyDeleteCheeers
JMH
Wow Paco!
ReplyDeleteAn epic!
Detective Paco, Sheila and Tiny as far as the eye can see!!
Ah, two guests already! Captain, you have assured yourself of immortality.
ReplyDeletePogs - It's not really an epic; it's just that the writing only covers half the page. I made need to fool about with the settings. Thanks for fropping by!
I may also need to improve my proofreading. Let me rephrase that:
ReplyDelete"I may need to fool about with the settings. Thanks for dropping by."
Wooohoooo! Happy to see that you jumped into the water and came up again.
ReplyDeleteI pulled up into the parking lot and cursed to myself. I knew I should have left the sheep at home instead of piling them into the minivan for the trip, but INS had deported the shepherd (again). The sheep had eaten the roadmap and I didn't take the left at Albuquerque, we were consequently late to the meeting, and now the parking lot was empty except for a couple of men in feedstore caps snagging beer out of a washtub filled with ice in the bed of one of the trucks.
ReplyDeleteI had been hoping to find some New Zealanders to rent the ewes to for the night so I could afford to get one o' them GPS things for the trip back to the Swamp. A ewe looking out the window let out a come hither baaaaaaa. The men in feedstore caps looked her way. She batted her eyes coquettishly. A man with a #3 on his hat sucked in his gut and smiled back at her.
Hmmmmm. Maybe this wouldn't be a wasted trip after all.
You've encapsulated the essence of why all the blogs have sprung up.
ReplyDeleteI was content to visit Tim's and talk there, but now it's not Tim's it's not the same to talk...
Before it was cosy and friendly, now it's BIG and shiny and new.
I know it will get better, but it seems wrong to post too much OT stuff there like jokes and stories.
My Dear Paco,
ReplyDeleteIf you want me to "frop",
I shall "frop".
psst! what's a frop?
Howdy All. Nice place you've got here Mr Paco *nods*. Sure it's not the Ritz but I like the fact that I can land my black helicopter next to the others right outside.
ReplyDeleteWhy, the artwork on the walls is interesting too. Portraits from Ayn Rand, through Alvin York to Monty Burns!
*sidles up to the bar, orders a whisky - looks around, jaw drops*
Good god! That's Hillary Clinton sitting over there!
*wanders over, failing to feign nonchalance, readies his best insult (that Habib would nevertheless consider piss-weak)*
"Hello", says Hillary, using a deep baritone voice sounding exactly like MarkL.
The penny drops.
"Mr. Paco! Mr. Paco, sir!" *waves frantically as the man in question scuttles toward his Packard*
ReplyDelete"We need to discuss the rent for your blog, Mr. Paco. There was supposed to be a security deposit, and did you change all the locks? Hello? Mr. Paco?"
And hello from me. The gangs all here. Another place to visit.
ReplyDeleteFrop it. Sounds like a nice euphemism they could use on Battlestar Galactica.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you here, PAC.O.
That picture will have you in trouble with the liberal/ABC collective, Paco, if not with the Obama campaign itself. The inmplication that here lies the Obama campaign is so obvious, with links to assassination ... or at least to him being green ... in a bad, inexperienced way.
ReplyDeleteYou know Robert Kennedy + June = Assassination!
Please be more sensitive ...
Anonymous (Blogstrop)
I open the door, and carefully scan the room for unfriendly characters. Seeing none, I ease in, and quietly close the door behind me, leaving the untamed wilderness known as the Blogosphere shut out for a moment.
ReplyDeleteThe room is huge, and lighted only in spots, creating rooms within the room, without building walls. The air is cool, blowing refreshingly across my face. The smells....is that MEAD?!?!?!? Mmmmmm.....
There are people at the other end of the expanse, chattering away merrily, the muted uproar having covered any noise my entrance might have made. There's Rebecca, kae, others. Even Wronwright in his Guatemalan Field Marshall uniform, complete with plastic sword.
The place is secure; I see enough of my old friends to know that, so I put away my modern "Peace Maker" (my trusty Colt .45 auto, "Never Leave Home Without It"), and step into the light......
Hey, people, what's up? What about a cup of mead for a thirsty traveler?
trixi enters the hall (dressed in a black twin set and a mclean of duart hunting minikilt, with her favourite stilleto ankle boots- they are good for kicking ass if circumstances needs) and takes a place in the back of the hall.. scanning the room to make sure it is safe for tim to enter.
ReplyDeletecongrats paco, you did it, you did it!
missred
Blogstrop: You're right. I'll have to be more careful or someone will take my free speech card away from me!
ReplyDeleteRJ: Welcome! But please don't leave that pistol laying around where Sheila's mom can get hold of it.
Good to see everyone could drop by. Come see us anytime.
*decloaks*
ReplyDeleteHi folks /droopy
Paco, young friend, I am delighted with this development.
ReplyDeleteI suppose all you youngsters thought you could hide in here from a digitally-challenged coffin dodger.
But, see, I have found you all.
Not only that, I have decoded all these new-fangled security devices you have on the door, and I'm in.
If I can do it in less than a day, expect the trolls to be not far behind me.
A tall bronzed rangey looking bastard from the bush ambled into the bar. He cocked his dusty old slouch hat to a decidedly jaunty angle and gave a sly wink as he elbowed the bar.
ReplyDelete"Gidday Paco ol' mate, owyagoin' orright? Mine's a beer".
*LOL*
ReplyDeleteNow all you need is a tough-talkin', down-home, dinky-di vegemite-spittin' HR manager.
With tons of decorum.
*meaning cough*
May I proffer my resume?
*proffers resume*
You know, I never figured Wronwright for a hollering type. He always seemed so frail and misunderstood.
ReplyDeleteShows how wrong you can be.
Hey, nice and roomy in here!!
ReplyDeleteWell, what's all this then? The Activity Room is booked? (scans agenda on wall; notices the name...)
ReplyDeleteWhy it's Paco!! I think I'll check in and see what's going on!!
Wait a minute - there's a new security system on the door?? Ahhh, the Blogger model 2026.
Pretty simple; just need to remember the password. Let's see, was it....
dropkick? No,....
aloysius?? No,....
monkeywrench? No, dammit,.....
conspiracy!! Voila!
(Strolls in quietly, taking a seat in the back row as he scans the room for familiar faces).
Well, looks like a lot of the old Blairites have found a new home here. I think I may just hang around for a bit.
Nice digs, Paco!! Now that I found your place, next visit I'll bring a bowl of guacamole and the blender.
Ooh, Casa Paco!
ReplyDeleteJust passing, saw the light's on, thought I'd drop in. Aah, a gathering of Blairites and the mead is flowing. I'll have mine in that golden goblet on the sideboard.
What? It belongs to Andrea? OK, in that case I'll have my mead in a styrofoam cup.
The world-wide PACO Empire begins its takeover of the Internet.
ReplyDeletew00t!
Well, I was hoping to do brief walk-ins as Mr Science.
ReplyDeleteAnd if Mrs Paco isn't getting concerned regarding the increasingly elaborate descriptions of Shiela, she should be.
It's about time you got your own lurking pad, Mr Paco!
ReplyDeletepaco! It did not happen like hat! How about my heroic yet selfless acts of heroism?
ReplyDeleteposted by wronwright because he can't figure out how to do the registering thingy
Ladies and gentlemen, it's good to see y'all here. Especially, the ceo from Paco enterprises. I've had some problems with my latest order of Paco products and would like to discuss his warranty policy in the parking lot after the meeting.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I hope the Paco clan and the blairites had a great memorial day.
Greene, raises his glass to all. Confusion to our enemies.