brochures, notes, and business cards.
“Coming here has been an ego boost,” Sidell tells Beau; “I spoke with a few people today who would hire me tomorrow.”
“I know,” Beau adds; “it makes you wonder why we waited so long to get out of that dead-end job.” He takes a swig of beer.
Beau hits the power button on a miniature Grundig radio he uses for travel. He quickly tunes in a little smooth jazz.
“You brought your own radio with you?” Sidell asks him.
“Yeah, I’ve had this one for years and years,” Beau answers. “I’m into radios.”
“That’s cool! I never knew that,” Sid tells him.
“Yeah, I’m always playing around with a shortwave at home. Last week I picked up Cape Town South Africa,” Beau brags.
“On a radio?” Sidell asks.
“On a radio,” Beau answers.
“How do radio signals get here all the way from South Africa?” Sidell asks.
“They propagate, or bounce off the upper atmosphere, the ionosphere, allowing the signal to skip around the earth’s curve,” Beau answers.
“That’s completely mind boggling,” Sidell says; “all the way from South Africa.”
“I can one-up that,” Beau adds; “the same night, minutes later, I picked up a message from the year 2069,” he says with a solemn look on his face.
Sidell looks confused. The room is silent for a few seconds, then they both chuckle, now feeling the beer.
“That’s movie material,” Sidell says rubbing his eyes. “Did you think that up or did someone really send you a message from 2069?”
“Neither, I’m guessing,” Beau answers; “but I did pick up the signal of a guy claiming to be in 2069. I didn’t make that part up.”
“Who knows?” Sidell says with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders, tipping his beer bottle back to wet his whistle.
Beau is tired and starts to yawn, ready to call it a night.
“I better get back to my room and review a few notes. I wanna follow up on some of these leads tomorrow,” he tells Sidell.
“Yeah, I’m beat,” Sidell says; “I could use some shuteye.”
Beau grabs his things and returns to his room, where he spends the next two hours reviewing notes and researching the companies he met earlier in the day. He’s excited about his prospects.
Moonliner 2:12
An early morning siren wakes Beau well before his alarm, so he turns the alarm off and his TV on, looking for little news.
“There are 239 people aboard flight 370. All are missing after the plane lost contact with radar shortly after takeoff over the South China Sea. A multi-national search force is under way. Back to you Ron.
“Thanks Cindy. Well it looks like rain is on its way. Stick with us and we’ll let you know which places can expect to get hit with the hardest right after this word from our local sponsors.”
Beau turns the TV off, jumps out of bed and into the shower. It’s the second and last day of the tradeshow and he’s anxious to make the most of it. He brews a cup of dark roast with the one cup coffee maker in his room and spends an hour or so reading.
Feeling prepped, he takes a walk down Robson Street. The sky has really darkened overnight. Rain looks very possible. Beau peers in shops though several have yet to open this early on a Saturday morning. He finds a crepe shop on Granville Street and sits down to have one, lightly sweetened with chocolate syrup and a dusting of powdered sugar. He has another cup of coffee with his
“Coming here has been an ego boost,” Sidell tells Beau; “I spoke with a few people today who would hire me tomorrow.”
“I know,” Beau adds; “it makes you wonder why we waited so long to get out of that dead-end job.” He takes a swig of beer.
Beau hits the power button on a miniature Grundig radio he uses for travel. He quickly tunes in a little smooth jazz.
“You brought your own radio with you?” Sidell asks him.
“Yeah, I’ve had this one for years and years,” Beau answers. “I’m into radios.”
“That’s cool! I never knew that,” Sid tells him.
“Yeah, I’m always playing around with a shortwave at home. Last week I picked up Cape Town South Africa,” Beau brags.
“On a radio?” Sidell asks.
“On a radio,” Beau answers.
“How do radio signals get here all the way from South Africa?” Sidell asks.
“They propagate, or bounce off the upper atmosphere, the ionosphere, allowing the signal to skip around the earth’s curve,” Beau answers.
“That’s completely mind boggling,” Sidell says; “all the way from South Africa.”
“I can one-up that,” Beau adds; “the same night, minutes later, I picked up a message from the year 2069,” he says with a solemn look on his face.
Sidell looks confused. The room is silent for a few seconds, then they both chuckle, now feeling the beer.
“That’s movie material,” Sidell says rubbing his eyes. “Did you think that up or did someone really send you a message from 2069?”
“Neither, I’m guessing,” Beau answers; “but I did pick up the signal of a guy claiming to be in 2069. I didn’t make that part up.”
“Who knows?” Sidell says with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders, tipping his beer bottle back to wet his whistle.
Beau is tired and starts to yawn, ready to call it a night.
“I better get back to my room and review a few notes. I wanna follow up on some of these leads tomorrow,” he tells Sidell.
“Yeah, I’m beat,” Sidell says; “I could use some shuteye.”
Beau grabs his things and returns to his room, where he spends the next two hours reviewing notes and researching the companies he met earlier in the day. He’s excited about his prospects.
Moonliner 2:12
An early morning siren wakes Beau well before his alarm, so he turns the alarm off and his TV on, looking for little news.
“There are 239 people aboard flight 370. All are missing after the plane lost contact with radar shortly after takeoff over the South China Sea. A multi-national search force is under way. Back to you Ron.
“Thanks Cindy. Well it looks like rain is on its way. Stick with us and we’ll let you know which places can expect to get hit with the hardest right after this word from our local sponsors.”
Beau turns the TV off, jumps out of bed and into the shower. It’s the second and last day of the tradeshow and he’s anxious to make the most of it. He brews a cup of dark roast with the one cup coffee maker in his room and spends an hour or so reading.
Feeling prepped, he takes a walk down Robson Street. The sky has really darkened overnight. Rain looks very possible. Beau peers in shops though several have yet to open this early on a Saturday morning. He finds a crepe shop on Granville Street and sits down to have one, lightly sweetened with chocolate syrup and a dusting of powdered sugar. He has another cup of coffee with his
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