http://www.blogigo.co.uk/My_best_blog en ksanftr ksanftr Tue, 25 Mar 2008 20:56:53 +0100 daily 1   One by one, Joe Chip said to himself as he piloted the big car through traffic, we’re succumbing. Something is wrong with my theory. Edie, by being with the group, should have been immune. And I- It should have been me, he thought. Sometime during my slow flight from New York. “What we’ll have to do,” he said to Don Denny, “is make sure that anyone who feels tired – that seems to be the first warning – tells the rest of us. And isn’t allowed to wander away.” Twisting around to face those in the back seat, Don said, “Do you all hear that? As soon as any of you feels tired, even a little bit, report it to either Mr. Chip or myself.” He turned back toward Joe. “And then what?” he asked. “And then what, Joe?” Pat Conley echoed. “What do we do then? Tell us how we do it, Joe. We’re listening.” Joe said to her, “It seems strange to me that your talent isn’t coming into play. This situation appears to me to be made for it. Why can’t you go... Tue, 25 Mar 2008 20:56:53 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/My_best_blog/My-post-number-one/1/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/My_best_blog/My-post-number-one/1/