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09 May 2005 @ 10:06 am
messages from the misguided  
On my car this morning I noticed an envelope tucked under a windshield wiper. Inside was the torn-off front cover of a book by Alistair MacLean, The Golden Rendezvous. On the back was written this note:
Cian
Sea, Anna (sp?):

We're both busy but its sunny now and we should hang out.

XO Nick [phone number]

P.S. The roof of the laundrymat is clean and nice.
What's weird is that it was my car. And I am Anna. And (a) that name is not on my building directory, and (b) there's no way to connect me to my parking space either. Perhaps needless to say, I know no "Sea" or "Nick."

Perhaps friendly aliens.
 
 
 
Martin Schafermgs on May 17th, 2005 10:17 pm (UTC)
Definitely try some, but be sure to go for his earlier work. MacLean is one of those authors who at a certain point had their brain turn to mush and run out their ear. HMS Ulysses (his first book), Bear Island, South by Java Head, Ice Station Zebra, and many more are wonderful. Athabasca, Goodbye California, and others suck dead diseased rat through a straw.
Anna S.eliade on May 17th, 2005 11:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I will take a look for the ones you rec & avoid the rats. :)