(1) Kodak EasyShare Z1275 12MP/720p HD Digital Camera with 5x Optical Zoom
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"Wake up, Lassiter." He felt the nudge in his side, sensed the
presence of others in the room, opened his eyes. Culbreth stood over
his bed, prodding him with the barrel of a .45. Over by the desk,
Marinelli was smoking a cigarette and pawing through the contents of
the bookcase. The stink of the smoke was a foreign presence in
Lassiter's tidy room.
"Put that out, wouldja?" Lassiter mumbled in a deep, dry voice.
worry about the smoke," Culbreth sneered. "You got bigger problems than
that. We're here about a camera, Lassiter. But I got a feeling you knew
Lassiter's brow furrowed. "That particular
Greyhound has left the station, Culbreth. You know that. Papa Marconi
tore up my notes soon as I gave him that Kodak Z1275 12MP Digital
Camera. 12MP sensor, 5X optical zoom, the works. I'm a free man now.
And you better have a damn good reason for busting in here, waking me
up, and fouling up my air."
"Oh, I got two good reasons,"
Culbreth answered. "One is this rod in my hand here. Makes a convincing
argument, don't it? The other is, we know you didn't hold up your end
of that deal with Papa Marconi, and we decided to have a word with you
before he takes notice. Keep it between friends and all that. Maybe we
could reach an independent understanding."
Marinelli flicked ashes into an antique spittoon. Lassiter almost said something, but turned back to Culbreth.
Papa doesn't know you're here? Working as free agents, huh, guys? I bet
Papa Marconi doesn't know what loyal, hardworking men he's got. Maybe I
should give him a call, let him know."
maybe you should. And then we can call his attention to how you didn't
give him the 720P HD video camera you promised him. Things oughtta get
Culbreth was cut off by a lusty guffaw
from Lassiter. "Hey, hey, what's so funny? I don't see nothing funny
about this piece here, do you?"
"You're the only funny one here, you lummox," Lassiter chortled. "You big dumb ape - the Kodak Z1275 12MP Digital Camera is a 720P HD video camera! It can even zoom while you're shooting video! How's that grab you, you meatball?"
"What? But- but it's just a little camera, how can it -"
Culbreth, you make me giggle. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
In your case, very little, and very dangerous. So here you are. How do
we play this? You can shoot me, and let every little old lady in this
apartment building get a good look at your mugs so they can start
fitting you for prison stripes. I can call Papa Marconi and let him
know two of his dumbest goons were trying a little bit of freelance
shakedown. Or you can turn around and go back to whatever sewer you
slithered out of."
Culbreth put the gun away. "OK,
Lassiter, we got the score. No need to get mean about it. You can't
blame us for seeing an opportunity. C'mon, Marinelli, let's- "
Lassiter pointed at Marinelli. "You. You got ashes in my antique
spittoon. Used to belong to John L. Sullivan. I paid a pretty penny for
it, and now it's all ashy. What are you going to do about it?"
Marinelli stood there dumbly. "I don't know. What am I gonna do about it?"
going to clean it out, is what. And look at that, I'm all out of
washcloths. Good thing you've got a tongue, huh, Marinelli?" Lassiter
picked up the receiver of the phone. "Get to work on it, or Papa
Marconi will be hearing from me."
After the men left, Lassiter smiled at the spittoon. It hadn't shone like that in years.
There comes a point when "fun" is no longer fun. Some gentle
threshold beyond which people start saying "learning curve" and "man
hours" and begin importing controllers from foreign countries, where it
goes from "wow, I want to learn that combo" to "how do I even pick that
thing up". This is the line that all men must choose whether or not to
cross, the decision that only they can make. Do they move out of the
house, learn a trade, and take a wife? Or do they make damn sure that
no man can beat their M. Bison in head-to-head combat? Like the warrior
monks of old, it is a calling only few can heed, but those that heed
it, heed mercilessly.
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They'd all told me about the warm California climate, but once I
made it out to the Golden State, the weather felt awful chilly for an
Okie on the bum like me. The kids threw rocks in Bakersfield, the
sheriffs swung clubs in Barstow, and Los Angeles? Well, the less said
the better, but I got scars that could tell you stories. The railroad
bulls were chasing me around the trainyard when I scrambled into a
boxcar for safety, and who should I meet there but Abilene Slim? I
never before or since seen a bindlestiff who could stay fat on cold
beans once a day, but Abilene done it, with pounds to spare.
"Where you off to, Abilene?"
"Same place as this train, I reckon."
Abilene's idea of a joke. "And where's that?"
"Up around Lodi. Around the Sacramento River delta. Mighty pretty country. There's work, too. Gonna pick grapes."
Me, I'd rather pick a guitar than a grape. But conversation's conversation. "That right? Not a grape-eater myself."
"Oh, you don't eat these grapes. You drink 'em. They make wine from 'em, heard tell."
Well, that perked me right up. Grapes is one thing; wine is another, better thing. "That so? What sort?"
sorts. Lodi grapes show up in just about every California wine you can
think of, and lots more besides. Me, I'm partial to the Peltier Station
2005 Petite Sirah myself. I appreciate the complex, yet fruit-forward
style, that intense berry flavor laced with caramel, pepper, and
My mouth was watering just thinking about it. The
train jerked into life and started chuffing down the track. So long,
city of angels, been good to know ya. "What about the body? And the
"Full body. Long finish. One bottle I had, I took
a swig just outside Modesto, and honest to Pete, I was still tasting it
when we rolled into Fresno."
Even figgering Abilene Slim's
tendency to tell his tales tall, that Peltier Station 2005 Petite Sirah
sounded like the kind of tipple a man could wrap his tongue around. "I
think I might just head up to Lodi myself, you don't mind the comp'ny."
"Not a bit," Abilene replied, and started to drift off to sleep. We're bound for that glorious Peltier Station 2005 Petite Sirah, I thought as the train chunkled along. That wine was made for you and me.
Peltier Station 2005 Petite Sirah Lodi
Petite Sirah grapes, fermemneted in whole clusters
Acid: 3.76 pH
Brix: 25.8 degrees at harvest
Harvest Date: October 16th, 2005
Fermentation: two weeks at a constant 80 degrees F
Best of class, best of appellation at the 2006 and 2007 California State Fair