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Gold, Chapter Nineteen

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Outside the Yankee Pete zipped up his jacket against the cold.  The bar’s smoky haze seemed to have leaked outside. Grey wisps of fog swirled slowly around, like ghosts searching for their grave.  He stood in front of the saloon, hands in pockets, waiting, hoping that the electronic voice that’d summoned him would appear, preferably…

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Gold, Chapter Eighteen

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“So, gene-team, what’ve you all decided,” asked Justin, as he sat down at the table. “Well, sir,” said Jordan, “We seem to be in a bit of a coo-numb-drum.  Which is to say, Stephanie here is numb to the drumbeat of Operation Do-Dig.” “More like Operation Doo-Doo,” replied Stephanie, sipping her vodka.  “I’m not interested…

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Gold: Chapter Seventeen

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It was twilight as Pete strode towards The Yankee.  He hurried past a decades-old mural that featured “Potrero Hill” in once vibrant colors, its bubble-shaped letters set at a slant, a style reminiscent of Mr. Natural’s Keep on Truckin’…The fresco’s jauntiness seemed to mock Pete’s scrawny forward tilt, though both were equally faded.  A mass…

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Gold, Chapter Sixteen

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Pete sat on his aging sofa in his cluttered apartment, wondering where he’d gone wrong.  Twenty years ago he’d been in the thick of things, breaking important stories, appearing on local news programs to explain the complicated power struggles that made up City politics.  He knew who hated who, and which of these haters slept…

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Gold, Chapter Fifteen

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By Steven J. Moss Chester scooped up a litter of glass on the sidewalk, carefully placing the particles in a plastic bag. “Extra, extra!” Pete called out, as he strode towards Chester’s bent back.   “What?” said Chester, straightening-up.  “Oh. Hi Pete.”  “Hey there,” said Pete.  “Another smash and grab, eh?”  He whistled softly.  “It’s…

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Gold, Chapter Fourteen

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“Man,” said Chester, as he entered the nursery.  “Huge snow storm last night.” “How many did they get this time,” asked Maggie, who was rearranging garden ornaments that hadn’t sold in more than a year, shifting them from higher to lower shelves. “Oh, I’d say four, including our truck.  Which, as you know, has nothing…

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Gold, Chapter Twelve

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“Mr. Mayor, your 3 p.m. is here.  John Crocket and Specialty Development Group.” Nash stood, hands clasped at his waist, in front of William Wong’s large desk.  The mayor didn’t look up from the document he was reading, but lifted his chin upwards slightly. Over the months he’d worked for the politician, Nash had learned…

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Gold

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“Chester’s not here,” said Maggie, glancing up from the cash register counter towards the wooden entry door, which had clattered open.  She was bent at the waist, paging through the latest edition of The SF Lightning Bolt. “Why do you bother reading that rag?” asked John, as he stepped into the store.  “It’s a bunch…

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Gold, Chapter Ten

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“Have you heard of Henrietta Lacks?”   Stephanie was slumped in the bean bag chair, staring at the ceiling.  The fog from Nash, Justin, and Jordan’s marijuana exhalations was fading as the trio’s huffing at the vaporized herb slowed, and then stopped.  “And what up with the popcorn ceiling?  I hate that!” “Popcorn, yeah, that’d…

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Gold, Chapter Eight

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“So, what have we here?” Pete exclaimed. Pete had encountered Justin, trailed by Nash, Stephanie, and Jordan, just inside The Connecticut Yankee’s short corridor entryway, next to a wooden shelving unit that held newspapers and flyers.  He bobbed his head, birdlike, as he blocked Justin from moving past him in the narrow passageway.  Justin bobbed…

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Gold, Chapter Seven

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“Geez, I thought these guys might hangout someplace, I dunno, gayer,” said Jordan. He and Stephanie were at the entrance to The Connecticut Yankee, in Potrero Hill.  The bar-eatery was packed, two large televisions blared a baseball game. Many of the patrons wore San Francisco Giants’ colors.  “I don’t know what you mean by that,”…

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Fiction: Gold

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This is chapter three of a serialized tale of politics, capitalism, and corruption in San Francisco.  Look for the next fiction installment in each new issue of the View. “Mr. Mayor?”  Nash gently knocked on the Honorable William E. Wong’s executive office door.  The Mayor often did not want to be disturbed.  But neither did…

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Fiction: Gold

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This is chapter two of a serialized tale of politics, capitalism, and corruption in San Francisco.  Look for the next fiction installment in each new issue of the View. Chester inherited the property on which he operated the nursery from his father, Angelo.  Angelo had fled Cyprus in the early-1960s, when he was just 16…

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