Pants on Fire

Yes, about that "I'll be back in August" thing. I really meant to say November.

The Sack is still standing. Shenanigans still occur with some regularity. However, your agent has been too busy to give it any attention. This condition will continue for another few weeks. First, I must complete a working venture south of the forty-ninth parallel. If you failed geography, this means, in a rather loose fashion, the U.S.A.

Weed says it would be a good idea if every place in the world was known simply by its exact latitude and longitude. No more place names anywhere. He says people would get along better because it would be too confusing to figure out which countries they didn't like.

Oscar, of course, disagrees with the idea. He says he has a long-standing dislike for anyone who lives along the fifty-second parallel. It doesn't matter what longitude they live along either.

"I've got no time for the fifty-second parallel," he said flatly.

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Our regular programming should resume before the end of November. Meanwhile, if you're American and you see a guy wandering around with his pants on fire, that will be me.

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