Surprise Melody Flintkote
Copyright© 2018 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 29
I didn’t have a legitimate reason to be suspicious of my University. But they were up to something. Generally, when academics are up to something they aren’t saying ... it’s like waiting for tuition to go up.
Every time an athletic staff wants a raise ... tuition goes up. When tuition goes up, there are always a percentage of students who can’t come back. Without that percentage in attendance, there is a monetary short-fall. To make up for that short-fall, the administration feels it must raise tuition ... before one knows it ... the only students available are the rich and infamous.
They are up to no good.
I know it. Behind every conspiracy theorist are the lessons of history. Without the study of history we are doomed to make the same mistakes.
The Cat and I took advantage of the 14 bus ... Dunedin to Port Chalmers. The bus is reasonably convenient ... the Hotel is the last stop before turn around and return. Every 30 minutes a bus arrives and departs. Just enough time for a cold one.
It’s perfect for me ... I beach my Apex in front of the Hotel ... as long as I keep out of the way of the seaplane I’m fine. I stop at the Pub. I had moved out of the Hotel with the arrival of the Farr-48.
“Mr. Howard?”
“Yes Miss.”
It works every time ... the patrons dissolve in laughter when Howard is forced to acknowledge me as owner.
“Mr. Howard, you have your pub back. From this moment forward, I am a student at the university. When you see me again it will be as a customer.”
“I’ll miss you, Miss Flintkote.”
“I’d appreciate it if you kept the Hotel open.”
“No problem there, Miss. We’re at 100 percent occupancy. I can not fathom why the former owners closed the residence.”
“Good Bye, Mr. Howard.” I gave him a hug. The bastard sprung a woody.
“Good bye, Surprise.”
We were out the door. I confess that I may have released a tear.
The cat and I motored out to the 65 and did all that was necessary to make ready for a voyage.
Cat took a nap.
I checked for possible falling objects, put the dishes in the washer and secured the oven and refrigerator doors. I turned on the radar, the sonar and took the remote helm to the bows. I saw to the vents and buoy bridle, started both engines and moved out to the channel. The tide was turning.
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