Just for fun - Where in the world is Ed?
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Just for fun - Where in the world is Ed?
We all know that Ed is on vacation - but where? Any guesses?
Who knows, Ed may be sitting across from you at your local Starbucks reading USA Today wishing he had brought his laptop along so he could check out Slate.com instead (and check up on us of course).
So, hmmnn, where in the world is Ed, anyway?
I'm guessing any of the following:
* a secluded fishing hole (Ed's own private Walden's pond)
* an eco-friendly resort
* any location on a volunteer vacation building homes for habitat for humanity
* India (Lenin, any sight of Ed in your neck of the woods?)
* Spain
* San Diego
Sheesh, that's enough guesses. But it's funny, you never know who's standing in line with you at Starbucks. I recently found out that our very own Elizabeth Ann West just recently moved away from my parent's home town - where my husband currently works and I regularly visit (it's only a half hour away). Who knows, we may have been stuck in traffic at the same intersection or sat side-by-side at the local movie theatre. It really is a small world. So, if any of you see Ed, say "hi" for me, will you?
Who knows, Ed may be sitting across from you at your local Starbucks reading USA Today wishing he had brought his laptop along so he could check out Slate.com instead (and check up on us of course).
So, hmmnn, where in the world is Ed, anyway?
I'm guessing any of the following:
* a secluded fishing hole (Ed's own private Walden's pond)
* an eco-friendly resort
* any location on a volunteer vacation building homes for habitat for humanity
* India (Lenin, any sight of Ed in your neck of the woods?)
* Spain
* San Diego
Sheesh, that's enough guesses. But it's funny, you never know who's standing in line with you at Starbucks. I recently found out that our very own Elizabeth Ann West just recently moved away from my parent's home town - where my husband currently works and I regularly visit (it's only a half hour away). Who knows, we may have been stuck in traffic at the same intersection or sat side-by-side at the local movie theatre. It really is a small world. So, if any of you see Ed, say "hi" for me, will you?
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Yeah, too bad I was JUST getting into writing when I lived out there Celeste, otherwise I could have picked your brain for tips in person! Beware though, I have a lot of friends who still live out there, and I dream of when I make enough I can just hop a plane to go see my most precious girlfriend Randi and her three boys. I may just look you up!
So hmmm, where in the world is ED?
Okay, so the real reason he couldn't *cancel* his vacation, since it's a most inconvenient time? He had to pull of an international heist with Carmen San Diego, and it's up to us gumshoes to apprehend him in the act of fencing the Rosetta Stone (he thought it held all the secrets to editing, and was dismayed when he learned he couldn't understand the translation). All to the soundtrack of Rockapella.
Or maybe, it goes like this:
Ed couldn't cancel his vacation because he's really in the Witness Protection Program, hence the moniker Ed the Editor, and the jig is up. The mob found out he was holed up in the middle of nowhere America, scratching a living from editing content on CC. I figured it all out since he often writes he will be "out-of town" with limited Internet access. I know he is really meeting with federal prosecutors. This 2 week "vacation," they are moving and changing his name yet again, when he returns, he will be Rej, the Rejection Specialist.
No, that won't do, the REAL story?
Ed couldn't cancel his vacation because he's married to an heiress with a bratty streak. She demanded a two week whirlwind tour of the Mediterranean. After all, she must have a tan before the start of the summer season in the Hamptons, and only poor people hit something as common as a tanning bed. Ed didn't want to go, because it is an inconvenient time, but sadly his prenuptial agreement states unless he gives into her every whim, her Daddy has the right to break all of his fingers so he can never write again. Ed, don't worry about making your heiress upset.... they have great painkillers now and voice recognition software that works like a dream...
Okay ALL OF THAT is complete FICTION. I've been writing fiction stories this morning, so forgive my overactive imagination, and I hope the person who laughs the most is Ed when he gets back! If he really is married to an heiress, testifying against the mob, or in cahoots with a fictional international robber, I apologize for the offense.
Always Smiling,
EAW
So hmmm, where in the world is ED?
Okay, so the real reason he couldn't *cancel* his vacation, since it's a most inconvenient time? He had to pull of an international heist with Carmen San Diego, and it's up to us gumshoes to apprehend him in the act of fencing the Rosetta Stone (he thought it held all the secrets to editing, and was dismayed when he learned he couldn't understand the translation). All to the soundtrack of Rockapella.
Or maybe, it goes like this:
Ed couldn't cancel his vacation because he's really in the Witness Protection Program, hence the moniker Ed the Editor, and the jig is up. The mob found out he was holed up in the middle of nowhere America, scratching a living from editing content on CC. I figured it all out since he often writes he will be "out-of town" with limited Internet access. I know he is really meeting with federal prosecutors. This 2 week "vacation," they are moving and changing his name yet again, when he returns, he will be Rej, the Rejection Specialist.
No, that won't do, the REAL story?
Ed couldn't cancel his vacation because he's married to an heiress with a bratty streak. She demanded a two week whirlwind tour of the Mediterranean. After all, she must have a tan before the start of the summer season in the Hamptons, and only poor people hit something as common as a tanning bed. Ed didn't want to go, because it is an inconvenient time, but sadly his prenuptial agreement states unless he gives into her every whim, her Daddy has the right to break all of his fingers so he can never write again. Ed, don't worry about making your heiress upset.... they have great painkillers now and voice recognition software that works like a dream...
Okay ALL OF THAT is complete FICTION. I've been writing fiction stories this morning, so forgive my overactive imagination, and I hope the person who laughs the most is Ed when he gets back! If he really is married to an heiress, testifying against the mob, or in cahoots with a fictional international robber, I apologize for the offense.
Always Smiling,
EAW
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Clues:
1. Five consonants huddle happily together in many words of the local language.
2. Vodka shots and beer were cheaper than Perrier.
3. Wowoweewah!
Strangely, I have distant ancestors who were called "Mustard." Don't know if there was a Colonal among them, though.
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1. Five consonants huddle happily together in many words of the local language.
2. Vodka shots and beer were cheaper than Perrier.
3. Wowoweewah!
Strangely, I have distant ancestors who were called "Mustard." Don't know if there was a Colonal among them, though.
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Good guess. I was in Poland. I highly recommend it. Efficient public transportation, excellent food, and a real sense of history. The people were so patient with my bumbling attempts to pronounce Polish words. However, I did have to chuckle at using "dzhenkooye" for "thank you." Except *I* was the idiot Borat-like traveler, making many faux-pas and misunderstanding the simplest situations, but I did not travel with livestock.
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