Monday night, driving down the Great American Highway in a brand new Dodge Charger, just passed a sign that tells me I'm on a remnant of the historic Route 66 somewhere northern Illinois, Elvis on the satellite radio singing Unchained Melody, when suddenly my phone rings. It's Kleck, the mad German bombmaker I haven't laid eyes on in about twenty years.
This is all the more remarkable because I don't BELIEVE in coincidences of course . . .
. . . STORMBRINGER
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
A REMARKABLE COINCIDENCE
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