The time of the chick
has come around, at last.
chick is being handed the enchilada, and, admittedly, there’s not a whole lot left, but I’d rather start at the bottom.
All that’s left is the Joe shop, while the family house is in the process of being torn down.
But, little that it was, that was the center for global ufology...... there was never actually anything to compare, anywhere in the world.
We’re talking, of course, about the visible world, and not about the world of black ops and black budgets....... although, there was more than a trivial overlap of that world with Joe’s world..... mostly via the foot, of course.
As a for instance, Joe’s excursion to Brazil
was via 3’s pod, which, I understand, is based out of S1.
My purchase on Joe’s shop is via Kevin, I’ll be putting Kev up in a cheap motel in Salt Lake, on a nightly basis...... while we try to work out Joe’s transfer back East...... maybe to a Hopkins residency for instance....... in patient.
The biggest problem right now is figuring out what to say to the folks at Hopkins.
Basically, how do we explain Joe’s ‘transit’ fatigue? They’ll probably have a need to know something.
Gosh, I’ve never done a takeover, before, and I imagine this could be characterized even as a hostile takeover.
Am I supposed to come in with guns blazing..... or what?
Joe may never have to know that I even exist...... better that way.
The LDS church has anomalous prehistoric artifacts. Kev is currently working up a documentary proposal, in that regard....... while Joe’s house was being torn down around him. We call that bouncing back.
It’s not always easy. I guess I’ve had it much too easy.
Joe, with or without tangible assets, remains a person of interest. After all, this is supposed to be about immaterialism..... personalism.
I guess donny has the other side pretty well covered.
As far as I can ascertain, only foot, kev and me are even aware of the Brazil....... or any other such caper, and I certainly have no proof.
For instance, none of the investors are known to be aware.
This is my only interest, of course, so there hardly seems to be anything to ‘take over’. There’s the rub. We’ll just have to see what Kevin says, if he even responds.
It was reported that Joe was mainly just embarrassed by the fact that he ended up in some farmer’s field.
The only question that was asked of me at the police station was what was the means of Joe’s conveyance.
If he had actually borrowed the Princess’ pod, what happened to it?
You recall that, in the UB incident, the pod was very much present, and was also used for the departure.
The implication is that a ‘pod’ might also be used as a stargate or as one side of, or simply as an entrance to, a portal...... you know, like Clark Kent’s telephone booth.