Sunday, December 2, 2012
My friend Jeff Baker has written a lovely witty historical story. It is 1941 and George Keaton has a full-time job taking care of his not-so-bright brother Ward. Ward has quarreled with his bookie and decided to kill the guy. Now, the world is littered with blunt objects but Ward manages to find what as a particular weapon? Joe DiMaggio's stolen baseball bat. This is not going to go well.
Needless to say keeping tabs on Ward while he was planning doing something in with a murder weapon half of New York was looking for was making my own day the kind Mrs Roosevelt usually didn't write about.