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Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 10
“You mean that guy walking with the big dog is our security?” Rosa peered out the window. “Best I could do on short notice. He’ll be here 'til daylight.” Kip took Rosa’s hand. “Probably unnecessary, but without our security system installed I thought it best.”
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Serve
Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 8
Sam notified Costa Rica Customs that two passengers were deplaning at the private hanger at San Jose airport. So, when they arrived they were bussed over to the normal Custom’s entry area. Their luggage was screened and they were generally waved through. Paulo was waiting curbside when Rosa and Kip walked out of the terminal.
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Serve
Retired Soldier Denied Benefits for Medical Malpractice
Sgt. 1st Class Barbara Ospina, now retired, is paralyzed and kept to a wheelchair all day due to excruciating pain. What has caused such a thing to happen to this soldier, you may ask? Oh, it's quite simple—she had a spinal surgery in 2004 on Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, and they left her like this; instead of fixing the issue, they made it worse. She claims medical malpractice and now she went to the DVA (or Department of Veteran Affairs), and has requested payment for the suffering she deals with on a daily basis, and for the government to care for her caregiver that cares for her now. The DVA refused to accept her need for a caregiver, and now she has a lawyer and may be suing for her rights as a Veteran.
By Scott Lavely6 years ago in Serve
Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 7
“I had to be escorted. He wouldn’t let me see her without either him or his mother in the room with me.” Tears ran down her face. She spoke as if the law had been quoted to her, “Tennessee law allows a non-custodial parent to spend time with her child under the supervision of another person or at a designated facility. I was treated like a criminal. Then when I said I’d be in town for over a week he said I needed to get a lawyer if I wanted to visit her without supervision and I couldn’t see her at all during the week because of school.”
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Serve
Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 6
Sam pointed at the engine. “If Fed Ex delivers today we can put this back together, test it, and be out of here. Otherwise there might be a war with a delivery company for sure.” She laughed. And, I don’t look good in purple. She waved at the engine. “Previous owner made some unfortunate modifications, I think for the non inspected storage.”
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Serve
Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 12
The red fishing boat was tied to the side of a pier. Kip wandered over and looked at the small boat. Kip judged it to be 24 feet or so with deep sides and bait boxes permanently attached to the port side and net storage on the starboard. Two ancient outboard engines looked primed more for distance than speed. An elderly man was seated on the keel slowly mending a net with a long hook device. Kip stood on the pier for several seconds before the old man looked up. He simply nodded to the aft. Kip stepped off the pier and his feet slipped as the boat bobbed. He fell and nearly went overboard. The old man did not look up. Kip sat clumsily on the deck between gas cans and wondered what was next.
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Serve
Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 3
Jorge Salas seemed genuinely pleased to see Kip when he knocked on the banker’s office door. “Mr. Smith or is it Mr. Waller? Who are you now?” he said cheerfully. “It’s been awhile since you’ve been to the bank. With the new electronic banking we are beginning to lose touch with so many old friends.” Salas was a short man in a tailored blue suit and matching tie. A thin mustache covered his upper lip and Kip was always amused that Salas sat on a cushion on his office chair.
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Serve
Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 5
The newspaper notice appeared in the paper on Thursday, the funeral would be Monday. That became significant because Friday morning two black sedans arrived at the Holiday Inn. Kip’s room faced west toward the highway and he had been gazing into the hazy morning. Four men got out who definitely were not salesmen. Kip could tell when one bent over to tie his shoe he was carrying a weapon.
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Serve
Nelson Gables
Nelson Gables loved to walk along the river. Each day during his walk he would stop by the hotdog stand in the park. There he would purchase a Coney dog and a big orange drink. Then he would walk over to a park table, sit and eat. The only days he missed his trek was when it snowed very hard, or the rain blew in such a way that walking along the river was too difficult.
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Serve
L'appel du Vide (The Call of the Void)
Rain slowly fell in that mud-laden field. To my left, as I strolled along that man-made path, was a wheat field, gold and gleaming whenever the sun shone through the increasing cloud cover. It would stretch out beyond the horizon, the wheat briskly dancing through the breeze. Part of me wanted to walk off this path, and sit among the field and just stay there. Think about things for once. Behind me was a string of men, most of them boys: bushy-tailed and ready for adventure. They would find no such thing here.The field slowly turned mud and smoke. Ruined Earth now littered our path, and all around us turned to grey: bleak, and such a striking turn that one would think they walked into another world. This was Belgium, and the year was late 1914.
By Taylor Weston6 years ago in Serve
