have an information packet that is very helpful in filling out the necessary forms properly and in triplicate.
“Aleisha, will you bring Mr. Workman an SBSA-7642779 packet and be so kind as to explain the material to him? And make sure he has a property pass for his packet to get it out of the building.” Col. Norbeck rose from his chair. “Sorry, please excuse me,” he said, “I have a briefing in ten minutes.” He extended his hand. “A pleasure meeting you, Mr. Workman.” Then he circled behind his desk, picked up a file folder covered with a bright-red Secret sheet marked for cleared personnel only, and left the room without another word.
“Personality of a rattlesnake,” Jack muttered after Col. Norbeck left the room.
“Excuse me, were you speaking to me?” Aleisha asked in a soft, almost concealed southern accent as she entered the room.
On his feet and halfway across the room to receive his packet, Jack said, “No, no, just thinking out loud. Thank you for all your help. If I can just take the packet, I’ll be on my way.”
“But Colonel Norbeck instructed me to explain the packet information to you,” she said.
“Don’t worry, young lady, I’ll figure the forms out, and I won’t tell the colonel if you won’t.” He tipped his Stetson and retraced his steps out of the Pentagon, tucking the packet firmly under his right arm. Surprisingly, he was only challenged once to reveal its contents. He flashed his property pass and was waved through. The last guard at the entrance collected his property pass when he exited the building. Once outside, Jack hailed a taxi for the Willard Hotel, where he hoped to study the forms before Rod returned from sightseeing.
Two hours later, Rod burst through their hotel room door, dragging his feet in mock agony across the room, and collapsed onto the overstuffed chair. “I think I wore out the new shoes already. If I didn’t see it today, it ain’t worth seeing.”
“Good,” Jack responded, “but don’t get too comfortable in that chair. After supper we have to pack up and head back to Texas.”
“How come? I came along to caddy for you and we haven’t even seen a golf course.”
“Yeah, I know. I had planned to spend a couple more days up here, but things have changed. I’ve got to go back and fill out a bunch of papers and get my facility ready for a government inspection, so I can start landing government contracts by the end of the year.”
Chapter 12
The Lakewood Country Club kitchen staff was enthralled by Rod’s animated description of his trip to D.C. “And there he was, Junior, big as life, the President of the United States! Can you believe that? He was shaking my hand and talking to me just like I was somebody.”
“Guess you think you some big shot since you been to Washington and met the President. Well, you best be careful or your helmet won’t fit this year,” Junior said.
“Yes, it will. What’s the matter with you?” Rod shot back. “You’ll like Washington, too. When we are making winners out of the Dallas Cowboys, we’ll go up there and kick ass against the Redskins. Can’t say that around Jack, though. He’s an old Redskin fan from way back. Sammy Baugh was his idol.”
“You been listening to all his crazy talk. Now you startin’ to believe it. Like I said, just make sure your head don’t get too big for your helmet. We have ten games to win or there won’t be no college and there sure as hell won’t be no Dallas Cowboys,” Junior said. “I ain’t got time for talking, have to get busy raking and smoothing out sand traps,” he said over his shoulder, heading for the door.
Have I gotten just a little bigheaded over my trip and meeting the President? Rod wondered. Things hadn’t been smooth with Junior all summer. And now this. Rod walked over to the members’ locker room to see if Jack was there. He hadn’t seen much of Jack since their return. Too busy getting ready for the government inspection to
“Aleisha, will you bring Mr. Workman an SBSA-7642779 packet and be so kind as to explain the material to him? And make sure he has a property pass for his packet to get it out of the building.” Col. Norbeck rose from his chair. “Sorry, please excuse me,” he said, “I have a briefing in ten minutes.” He extended his hand. “A pleasure meeting you, Mr. Workman.” Then he circled behind his desk, picked up a file folder covered with a bright-red Secret sheet marked for cleared personnel only, and left the room without another word.
“Personality of a rattlesnake,” Jack muttered after Col. Norbeck left the room.
“Excuse me, were you speaking to me?” Aleisha asked in a soft, almost concealed southern accent as she entered the room.
On his feet and halfway across the room to receive his packet, Jack said, “No, no, just thinking out loud. Thank you for all your help. If I can just take the packet, I’ll be on my way.”
“But Colonel Norbeck instructed me to explain the packet information to you,” she said.
“Don’t worry, young lady, I’ll figure the forms out, and I won’t tell the colonel if you won’t.” He tipped his Stetson and retraced his steps out of the Pentagon, tucking the packet firmly under his right arm. Surprisingly, he was only challenged once to reveal its contents. He flashed his property pass and was waved through. The last guard at the entrance collected his property pass when he exited the building. Once outside, Jack hailed a taxi for the Willard Hotel, where he hoped to study the forms before Rod returned from sightseeing.
Two hours later, Rod burst through their hotel room door, dragging his feet in mock agony across the room, and collapsed onto the overstuffed chair. “I think I wore out the new shoes already. If I didn’t see it today, it ain’t worth seeing.”
“Good,” Jack responded, “but don’t get too comfortable in that chair. After supper we have to pack up and head back to Texas.”
“How come? I came along to caddy for you and we haven’t even seen a golf course.”
“Yeah, I know. I had planned to spend a couple more days up here, but things have changed. I’ve got to go back and fill out a bunch of papers and get my facility ready for a government inspection, so I can start landing government contracts by the end of the year.”
Chapter 12
The Lakewood Country Club kitchen staff was enthralled by Rod’s animated description of his trip to D.C. “And there he was, Junior, big as life, the President of the United States! Can you believe that? He was shaking my hand and talking to me just like I was somebody.”
“Guess you think you some big shot since you been to Washington and met the President. Well, you best be careful or your helmet won’t fit this year,” Junior said.
“Yes, it will. What’s the matter with you?” Rod shot back. “You’ll like Washington, too. When we are making winners out of the Dallas Cowboys, we’ll go up there and kick ass against the Redskins. Can’t say that around Jack, though. He’s an old Redskin fan from way back. Sammy Baugh was his idol.”
“You been listening to all his crazy talk. Now you startin’ to believe it. Like I said, just make sure your head don’t get too big for your helmet. We have ten games to win or there won’t be no college and there sure as hell won’t be no Dallas Cowboys,” Junior said. “I ain’t got time for talking, have to get busy raking and smoothing out sand traps,” he said over his shoulder, heading for the door.
Have I gotten just a little bigheaded over my trip and meeting the President? Rod wondered. Things hadn’t been smooth with Junior all summer. And now this. Rod walked over to the members’ locker room to see if Jack was there. He hadn’t seen much of Jack since their return. Too busy getting ready for the government inspection to
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