That time has come ...

 The time has come,' the Walrus said,

      To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
      Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
      And whether pigs have wings.'



So, 4:00 pm Bloomer's  phone rings, and:

Hello, is this Mr. Henry?

Bloomer:  What you want? , what you need ?

< almost always answers the phone that way >

SL:  Mr. Henry , are you at all familiar with the technical term , KABOOM, or perhaps BIG KABOOM??

Bloomer: Not so much the BIG KABOOM, but definitely quite familiar with the common variety of that.

SL:  Well Sir, you happen to be in a wonderful position right now  to minimize, what is probably the effects of a pretty major -- KABOOM.  And so, if you would like to assist with this, I believe we can work through this together.

Bloomer:  K, just lay it on me ..

SL:  I have pretty good reason to believe, you are familiar with a very curious pick up truck from the recent past, and I am also pretty confident you have some way to communicate with this unusual vehicle at this time?  
Bloomer:  Okay, so far.
SL: Now for the really hard part.  You need to contact this " vehicle ", and indicate he should make great haste to your present location.  At that point, both you and he most travel to my present location.
Bloomer:  And what might that location be ?
SL:  K, if you can get him to travel high into your atmosphere, I can begin sending some navigational signals to you, if you have a sell phone.  Now, you don't actually have to be there , but definitely it would be extremely helpful, as you have had his acquaintance for some time and I assume can communicate well.
Bloomer:  Okay, sounds just a little creepy, but I will contact my friend, and we will go from there. If that all works out, then I will contact you at the number you called on.

Adios, Sayonara, or just latter... 




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