Image Is Everything
Late in the evening Fred W Hooper was dealing with his grade three designation while watching a winning performer on stage inside the night club run by his friends Hal and Dale.
“Out late streaming the Gulf tonight?” Hal asked noticing the waterway view on the laptop screen.
Answering the question designed for four-year old's and up with a glare in the form of an eye of the Jedi Fred felt it was his place to explain, “No, Hal I am enjoying this Avant Garde show by that young lady up there.”
“Yes, she is doing a very modern peace that was just developed this afternoon,” Dale joined the conversation.
Once the talent left the stage the owner of the World Cup Pegasus statue returned his attention to the Internet television channel, “Is that some sort of Shivaree?” the financially threatened individual blurted out noticing the leisure liberal activity.
Wiping a glass that once was served at the bar the tender offered up an explanation, “Ah, Fred you may have a few critics out there who maybe are out of the money.”
Seconds later the entry door blew open after a cold chilly wind sent a message. Standing there in the moon light glow a lovely female worth the price. Taking the photo shopped sunglasses off the fashion statement announced, “I am The Inside Information and I have a lot at stake.”
Putting down the drinkware that he was cleaning the liquor server acknowledge the new guest, “I remember when you came to this joint at sixteen and said you were the one.”
“Well, that was when I was known as Cinnabunny out of the money at the grade 2 level,” the icon retorted, “today I am Pacific Gale, the long shot winner.”
Moving to the social area where Fred was unwinding Pacific Gale graced his winner’s circle. “Mr. Hooper you may not remember me, you were once at ‘Italian Shoe Show the World’ where I was displaying the Piedi Bianchi product line.”
Peering up from his relaxing aura Fred W responded, “Yes I remember you.”
“Well, Mr. Hooper this s my time to put things in place and I have the inside information to do it,” Pacific Gale mentioned.
Handing the lady, a power prop before lighting it the dame continued her soap box, “You see that WL McKnight had a lot at stake being you know grade three level.”
Fred rested back listening to the tale, “living in Doswell, Virginia he was out of the money running a tack shop called Sadler’s Joy.”
“Tack Shop, really out of the money in Virginia, go on,” Fred encouraged Pacific Gale to spill her beans tack fully.
Taking a puff from the candy stick Pacific Gale turned the page on the story, “Apparently, there was a change in the tide of the sea making this gent a winner, some say he went to Temple the night before putting all this foolishness into place.”
Waking up the next morning reflecting upon the inside information that he heard from a reliable source straight off the grapevine Fred W Hooper knew he had to defend his turf. Peering out the window seeing the legendary World Cup Pegasus statue respectfully glistening in the sun comforted him during this trying episode.
Noting the early morning hour, he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number that would connect him to Colonel Liam who was on the Greenwich clock.
“Fred W Hooper, it is nice you called,” the winning military leader kicking off for the evening politely placed his words while sipping Largent Bourbon Whiskey.
“Colonel, I was streaming the gulf last night surfing along and I tell you there was social paranoia that wanted to put me out of the money.”
“You mean broke, bankrupt, standing online at the welfare department out of the money?” Colonel Liam dug a little deeper.
“Yes,” Fred W Hooper replied wondering if he would have to sell the artistic fixture that his backyard called home.
For a few seconds, the phones were silent, “We will use the operation cross border strategy, it will be like a show where we go to the other side and,”
“And give them an invitation where we teach them respect.”
While sketch book and legal pad paper found themselves rolled up next to the garbage pail Colonel Liam fell into a dream like state where he had a meeting with a group called Jesus Team.
“You are derecho, not Izquierdo,” the vision stated as Colonel Liam wiggled his nose, “it is time we put them in their place.”
Hearing that Colonel Liam’s personal internal film changed scenes where a show was going on at a place called Independence Hall. Putting down a featherily pen one wigged individual came closer, “read my lips, informal proceedings must change, in other words the winning proclamation is just say knicks go.”
That statement made Colonel Liam spring up from the chair, “we need a slogan, and that message is Knicks go!”
Since it was five o'clock somewhere Colonel Liam went straight to his communication platform and woke up Sleepy Eye Todd who was out of the money.
During the conversation Colonel Liam wanted proof that Sleepy Eye Todd needed a financial boost. After he confirmed his suspicions, he gave the order, “Report to your media distribution outlet and create the message ‘Knicks Go’ and stream it in the Gulf.”
After opening his eyes to what was happening Sleepy Eye Todd contacted Brooks Brothers who in turn invaded the scene.
Between singing acts at Hal and Dale’s club Fred W Hooper streamed the Gulf. When the link was made there were respectful suits aboard yachts stating the Shivaree attitude would not get a payoff instead leave the professional look something to model for in the future.
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