Monthly Archives: June 2007

Ribbon-Related Confusion

I buy groceries on Saturday mornings. Usually a lot of the cars in the parking lot have those yellow ribbon magnets. Sometimes they have a bit of text on them. Something like “Support the Troops.”

There’s this one particular ribbon magnet I see sometimes. Not every week, but often enough. It looks like all the other magnets—yellow ribbon, black text—but it doesn’t say “Support the Troops.” It says “Go Hawks.” The Hawks being the local college football team.

I guess you can tell I don’t follow sports much. I hadn’t even heard they’d been playing in Iraq.

The Man Who Calls Himself Hamilton Cleek

“‘Cleek!’ he said, in a voice that shook with nervous catches and the emotion of a soul deeply stirred, ‘Cleek to take the case? The great, the amazing, the undeceivable Cleek!’”
—T. W. Hanshew, Cleek: The Man of the Forty Faces

For old-school detective fans, times must come when Lord Peter Wimsey irritates; when Hercule Poirot comes off as an anal retentive with a weird moustache; when they even wish Sherlock Holmes would stop self-medicating his manic depression and get professional help. At moments like this I turn to Cleek. Hamilton Cleek. The Man of the Forty Faces.

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