23. Landing in Lotus Land

By Richard N. Anderson

Alan looked at the San Rafael Mountains from his first class seat in the 747. His thoughts rambled on as the plane continued descending into what the stewardesses always called the “Los Angeles area.” Airline language was a collection of redundancies. Continue reading

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22. Making an Appearance

The studio offices of Parkwood Kahn were on West 45th Street in an old narrow commercial building with the world’s slowest elevator. A Pinkerton guard sat beside a dead palm plant on a folding chair reading the Post. Continue reading

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21. The Fake Agency

By Richard N. Anderson

Finally they had a new writer. Someone to help the agency get the international routes for the Trans US Airlines account. The young man from Denver had joined Alan’s group at the end of June.

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20. The Nobody Gives a Shit Theory

By Richard N. Anderson

“Remember the newscaster I saw briefly? The gal with the Peck & Peck look that you liked.” Tom Hartley leaned forward in one of Alan’s designer chrome and vinyl director’s chairs, sipping coffee from a glass mug. Continue reading

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19. The Deli

“I know a spot on Forty First and Lexington, part bar, part deli. I think they have air conditioning. Want to try it?” Alan ventured. Continue reading

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18. Rush Hour

Friday night waiting for the 5:35 Metro North train. Thick ninety year-old air hung over the dispirited crowds in the Grand Central Station concourse. Continue reading

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17. The Goodbye Party

By Richard Anderson with Lisa Anderson

Alan and Kikki stood on the corner of Fifth and 74th street waiting for a cab. The muggy air created a yellowish glow in the night sky above them. The streetlights hung as if in a misty scene from a film noire movie. Continue reading

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16. Busted Flat on Fashion Models

By Richard N. Anderson

It had rained all day in the city on Thursday. In the late afternoon when it finally cleared, the sun setting behind the towers of the West Side apartment buildings across the park dripped gold. The pavement was blue gray with moisture. They walked slowly towards Kikki’s apartment. She was looking for her keys, digging her left arm into the immense bags that models carry—bags with appointment books bulging with numbers, reminders, and business cards. Continue reading

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15. Independence Day

By Lisa Anderson

The metallic harmonics of the Electrolux followed her around the corner and into the bathroom. Claire Whitman shook her bangs to be able to see. Continue reading

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14. Another Train to the City

By Richard N. Anderson

Alan stood in the railroad station waiting for the 6:33 train back to New York. He usually took a parlor car in the summer because he couldn’t stand traveling with the Block Island crowd with their guitars and funny dogs and kids in slings. Continue reading

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