Editor’s Notes: In the Real World of Saint Paul, the current temperature is a seasonal 52ºF and the sky is clear. In the Cyber world, as always, it is a computer-controlled 72ºF, it is partly cloudy, and the humidity a comfortable 50%. So let’s go there for today’s installment.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction & fantasy. The characters presented here are not based on any real person, any resemblance to any real person is coincidental, NOT INTENTIONAL.
Molly had just cleared our breakfast dishes from our table, you know, the one in front by the plate glass window, and I was placing my (porcelain, not China, but made in China) January Edition Codger Collectible™ Mug down after a sip of the organically & shade-grown, Fair Trade, Guatemalan Roast coffee, that helps what remaining brain synapses synapting, when I heard a bit of a commotion at the front door of our little cyber-café.
“Good morning gents!” loudly announced a rather strange looking fellow dressed in a top hat, black frock coat, striped trousers, and sporting the most magnificent handlebar moustache, “My name is Piranha, Ira M. Piranha, and this is my brother Ignatz Rudolph! We just opened our little shop at the end of the block.”
“Ummm, good morning Ira,” Carl said, turning a bit in his chair to face Piranha, and his similarly dressed brother, “didn’t you own that used car lot across town?”
“Still do!” Ira replied, “providing low cost, reliable transportation for the common folk!”
“That’s not what I’ve heard,” muttered Boomer, not loud enough for Piranha to hear.
“So, what kinda business are you in now?” Medford asked, stirring his cream & sugar pollutants into his otherwise fine coffee.”
“Why we’re providing the cyber-dream of home ownership,” bragged Ignatz, “to hard-working citizens here in Codger’s Corner, who just have minor little problems and have been turned away by that old fuddy-duddy, Guudlender.”
“Ignatz is an appraiser and home inspector,” Ira said, “and I am a licensed mortgage broker. We’re about to change the way business is done around here!”
“Home ownership is now no longer limited to the aristocracy!” Ignatz chimed in, and with a flourish they left.
“I think we got trouble,” Fred announced, putting down his ever-present morning edition of the Cyber Press.
“I think you’re right, Fred,” Boomer concluded, “Maybe you should talk to Guudlender about this.”
“What does he mean—aristocracy?”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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