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cover, and the kid sends out the checks. In fact, Melvin probably doesn’t even know most of the things that are going on in the practice, but someone has to be running the whole show. Could it be that little Girl? And if it is, does she do it all from Melvin’s houseboat?
Life aboard the Grand Banks is a dream come true. Beautiful parquet floors in the main ‘saloon,’ which is what the real boaters call it, not ‘salon.’ It has a full gourmet kitchen, called a ‘galley,’ plus an island bar and raised pilothouse. Now that I’m living on a real yacht I’m starting to learn the proper vocabulary, being helped out by some old fart down the dock that lives on his fifty-foot Columbia sailboat.
Using the semi-circular teak staircase you can step down ‘below,’ where there are immaculate engine rooms on both sides of the companionway - and in back at the rear of the boat, or ‘aft,’ there’s a guest stateroom and a master stateroom that rivals any sleeping quarters I’ve ever seen, complete with rear windows that look out onto the water. I don’t know how to start the engines on this yacht, and could probably never learn how to drive it, but I’ll sure try to use the right words describing it to my friends. At least I can ‘sound’ nautical.
Having such a great place to stay also means not having to leave as often because L. Martin has a small law library lining the walls of the saloon and both staterooms. Now I can do my legal research here and use the ship’s complete computer set-up to print reports, case pleadings, or whatever else might be required. Having a large full-sized side-by-side refrigerator will also require fewer trips to the market. I’m even considering learning how to cook, to utilize the gourmet facility aboard. The idea is quickly forgotten after my first meatloaf comes out looking like something an elephant dropped.
The boat also has a satellite dish, so I can watch all those great classic black-and-white movies. I love seeing those grand old cars, dial telephones, guys who wear fedoras, and hard-boiled cops that all acted like NYPD Blue’s Andy Sipowitz. Most remarkable are those elaborate murder plots motivated by as little as the husband/victim’s five thousand dollar insurance policy, which was big money in those days.
But, just as the T-shirts say, ‘stuff happens.’ I receive an e-mail from Melvin’s office requesting my help. Melvin went to Thailand to visit with L. Martin and he hasn’t sent any messages back to the kid for a couple of weeks. If he doesn’t get in touch with the office soon, I may be required to go to Thailand to find him. The mere fact that Mel’s law practice is running quite smoothly in his absence supports my suspicions about the little girl, court clerk, and outside attorneys really doing all of the work.
Never having been to Thailand, it sounds like a different world. All I know about it is that it used to be called Siam . One of the guys who work on boats here in the Marina goes there every year, as does my barber, and neither one of them can stop talking about the place. Aside from allegedly being the sex capitol of the world, it’s also supposed to be a beautiful place to visit. Just in case, I think I’ll stop by the Culver City Auto Club office on Sepulveda tomorrow and have some passport pictures taken.
In 1974 a James Bond movie The Man With The Golden Gun, was shot there, the Thai beaches and its jungles ‘doubled’ for Viet Nam in The Deer Hunter, Good Morning Viet Nam, Air America and many other films. I’m going over to the Odyssey video store on Lincoln to rent that James Bond DVD, just to see what Thailand looks like. Maybe If I go there I’ll meet a descendant of Anna.
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Unable to avoid it any longer, I make my regular monthly appointment to see Burt Cohen, my divorce lawyer. After the burned-out boat caper there’s a good possibility my ex-wife will be out for evens, and it would be nice to have some
Life aboard the Grand Banks is a dream come true. Beautiful parquet floors in the main ‘saloon,’ which is what the real boaters call it, not ‘salon.’ It has a full gourmet kitchen, called a ‘galley,’ plus an island bar and raised pilothouse. Now that I’m living on a real yacht I’m starting to learn the proper vocabulary, being helped out by some old fart down the dock that lives on his fifty-foot Columbia sailboat.
Using the semi-circular teak staircase you can step down ‘below,’ where there are immaculate engine rooms on both sides of the companionway - and in back at the rear of the boat, or ‘aft,’ there’s a guest stateroom and a master stateroom that rivals any sleeping quarters I’ve ever seen, complete with rear windows that look out onto the water. I don’t know how to start the engines on this yacht, and could probably never learn how to drive it, but I’ll sure try to use the right words describing it to my friends. At least I can ‘sound’ nautical.
Having such a great place to stay also means not having to leave as often because L. Martin has a small law library lining the walls of the saloon and both staterooms. Now I can do my legal research here and use the ship’s complete computer set-up to print reports, case pleadings, or whatever else might be required. Having a large full-sized side-by-side refrigerator will also require fewer trips to the market. I’m even considering learning how to cook, to utilize the gourmet facility aboard. The idea is quickly forgotten after my first meatloaf comes out looking like something an elephant dropped.
The boat also has a satellite dish, so I can watch all those great classic black-and-white movies. I love seeing those grand old cars, dial telephones, guys who wear fedoras, and hard-boiled cops that all acted like NYPD Blue’s Andy Sipowitz. Most remarkable are those elaborate murder plots motivated by as little as the husband/victim’s five thousand dollar insurance policy, which was big money in those days.
But, just as the T-shirts say, ‘stuff happens.’ I receive an e-mail from Melvin’s office requesting my help. Melvin went to Thailand to visit with L. Martin and he hasn’t sent any messages back to the kid for a couple of weeks. If he doesn’t get in touch with the office soon, I may be required to go to Thailand to find him. The mere fact that Mel’s law practice is running quite smoothly in his absence supports my suspicions about the little girl, court clerk, and outside attorneys really doing all of the work.
Never having been to Thailand, it sounds like a different world. All I know about it is that it used to be called Siam . One of the guys who work on boats here in the Marina goes there every year, as does my barber, and neither one of them can stop talking about the place. Aside from allegedly being the sex capitol of the world, it’s also supposed to be a beautiful place to visit. Just in case, I think I’ll stop by the Culver City Auto Club office on Sepulveda tomorrow and have some passport pictures taken.
In 1974 a James Bond movie The Man With The Golden Gun, was shot there, the Thai beaches and its jungles ‘doubled’ for Viet Nam in The Deer Hunter, Good Morning Viet Nam, Air America and many other films. I’m going over to the Odyssey video store on Lincoln to rent that James Bond DVD, just to see what Thailand looks like. Maybe If I go there I’ll meet a descendant of Anna.
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Unable to avoid it any longer, I make my regular monthly appointment to see Burt Cohen, my divorce lawyer. After the burned-out boat caper there’s a good possibility my ex-wife will be out for evens, and it would be nice to have some
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