Filling In The Delaware Gap

Concerned about what the company’s President Harrah was doing cutting cards in Philadelphia he decided to ring Tyler Abbot who had a show in the brotherly love city.

“He told me he owned Philadelphia,” Tyler explained.

“That would mean it was Harrah’s Philadelphia,” Chester gasped, “this is something I have to look into.”

After the last call ended Chester stood up from his rural corporate office desk and started to exit the prestigious surroundings that was a beneficial fringe. Then seeing the white shirt black tie computer whiz kid who was a winning contestant on the college bowl the executive built like a piece of the rock shouted out, “Gotta a minute N?”

Mr. N stopped in his tracks knowing he was caught sneaking around the cubicles occupied by his British golfing lady companions, Miss A Tee, and Miss Afternoon Tea. Fixing his rimmed glasses, the intern started to speak, “Mr. Hassani,”

Chester interrupted within a second, “Mr. Hassani N what?”

“Well sir,”Mr. N started to explain, “Lee Loo who was remarkably successful businessperson and winner of the contract was having his Southwind Java special at his incredibly romantic coffee place when.”

“When what N,” Chester started his grinding beans drill voice.

“He heard about the Yankee rose show,”Mr. N started to sweat, “she wore blue jeans N red wings, the critics raved the theatrical spectacle was a winner.”

“Who wore blue jeans and red wings,” Chester grabbed the necktie.

“Miss Hanover,”Mr. N gulped, “Critics proclaimed Andwin Hanover was a theatrical spectacle a true win win parlay.”

“I thought Miss Hanover as you say,” Chester was confused, “you know the red head was Anne win.”

“Critics typed in Andwin,” Mr. N shrugged his shoulders, “they also said her beauty warmed the scenes and made the journey an artic adventure show that even Jack and Diane would love.”

“You mean Arctic,”

“No,” Mr. N stood his ground, “Critics typed Artic Adventure.”

“Andwin not Anne win got place in the paper, being a theatrical spectacle,” Chester was only thinking about his client responsibility Tyler Albert and the fact President Harrah thought he owned Philadelphia.

Now shaking Mr. N agreed, “Yes the critic's said Miss Hanover was a winner wearing blue jeans n red wings.” Dropping his grip Chester let N fall to the ground, “how dare those critics in a second say Miss Hanover was ooh real good,” he screamed as N shuddered on the floor, “when she tried to be a winner around me, she had this pansy’s image but put the blue jean N red wings on, someone just hit the late daily double.”

Going back into his office he looked out the window and the phone played its melody with Tyler Albert on the receiving end, “I know Tyler she is the preeminence of her show the critics said since Miss Hanover wears tight blue jeans and red wings,”

“What are we going to do?” Tyler asked.

“What am I going to do? Tyler, I am going to call the boss across the river,” Chester raised a finger, “While the Goomba sits in his casino suite with air conditioning and say ‘hey boss’ can you please create a soundtrack for my friend Tyler Albert’s Philadelphia show!”

“And if he doesn’t, Chester?”

“He will be the one living on a prayer since the boss is the one, I’m wanting dead or alive,”

“Okay Chester,” Tyler Albert calmly stated, “you can relax and go back to taking shots of your colt 45’s and do not worry about Miss Hanover going west to be a star.”

Chester listened relaxed his pistol and remembered, “you are right I am not a big shot, I did not start this fire,” then started to hum the sentence, ‘I just wanted you the way we were.’