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'After a memorable meal, the 'Boss' and Jim, ensconced in the air-conditioned, luxurious comfort of their huge, black Cadillac, begin their eventful journey to to some of the south western states of the old Confederacy - and to what was once, romantically known as 'Dixieland'.
It was with some relief that the 'Boss' noticed, as he spoke to the boys, that the individual that they had identified as Brandt left with his 'young lady'.
A little later the 'Boss' called for the Cadillac to be brought round to the main entrance.
Meanwhile, Glaux had already taken wing, and was on his way back to the penthouse.
The ‘Boss’ left the boys at the ‘Club Jaguar’, giving them a stern warning to be vigilant, as Brandt, or one of his ‘minions’ (if he actually had any - after all Damien had been killed previously) might be ‘trailing’ them.
He also reminded Jim to be up, and packed first thing in the morning, as he wanted to have an early ‘getaway’, in order to miss any morning traffic.
A little later the boys arrived at the 'Penthouse.'
On entering the main living room they found Glaux sitting on the back of one of the chairs, looking very pleased with himself.
“Yes, you’re a very good boy, Glaux - and don’t you know it !”, Ethan said, ruffling the little bird’s feathers.
Glaux burbled and shook his feathers, half annoyed (Glaux didn’t like to be touched without good reason) - but also a little embarrassed.
Ethan then went into the kitchen to put on some coffee, while Josh went over to Glaux and whispered some words of praise to the cute little bird.
“Thanks, Glaux.”, Jim said.
“What would we do without you ?”.
Zac, although he appreciated Glaux, had no time to praise him, as he immediately went into the office to make a ‘phone call to Kurt.
"He’s on the ‘big red telephone’ - which I'm not allowed to use - and he's making ‘secret’ arrangements with Kurt - as if we didn't know what was going on.”
Glaux gave Ethan a strange conspiratorial look, (which is quite a difficult feat for an owl).
Then Ethan noticed two large, expensive looking suitcases close by the door.
“Look like someone is giving you a hint that they want you to leave... Jim.”, Ethan said, grinning.
Zac, returning from the study, heard what Ethan had said.
“Oh yes... the ‘Boss’ gave instructions for Clare to pack some of your things for the trip.”, he said to Jim, explaining the suitcases by the door.
“Ah… so the ‘Boss’ didn’t trust you to get up and pack on time”, Ethan said.
“Well yes…”, Jim stammered.
“Ignore him… the ‘Boss’ knew that you had a tough day yesterday, and needed your sleep, so he got Clare to help you out.”, Josh explained.
“So, Jim, how’s your memory holding up ?”, Ethan then asked, changing the subject.
“Fine...”, Jim said, surprised at Ethan’s concern.
“Well actually I’m very pleased..”, Ethan said, seemingly embarrassed.
“In truth... I was really concerned when your memory went for a second time.”, Ethan confided.
“I know…”, Jim said.
“And I really appreciate it…"
And that night Jim went to bed early, while the others sat up late and talked about going with Kurt to get hand-guns, and about the excitement of going to a firing range to practice using their new ‘toys’...
So the next morning Jim was up bright and early.
Strangely so was Ethan - but then that was the lure of a new ‘toy’ (a hand-gun), rather than Jim’s departure.
The ‘Boss’ arrived at seven, with a suitably huge, roomy Cadillac limo.
The 'Boss', not surprisingly, waited in the Limo, and Jim expected Chuck to come up to the penthouse to collect him.
Jim was surprised, however when, instead of Chuck, Max, no longer wearing his bellhop’s uniform, but instead dark slacks, white Nike trainers, and a crisp white T-shirt, appeared at the penthouse door.
“Good morning, Sir”, he said in his usual, polite manner.
"I’ve come to collect your suitcases."
Max then picked up the cases with the aplomb that one would expect from a bellhop.
"Are you just helping with the cases, or are you coming with us ?", Jim asked, as Ethan, who obviously had his eye on the handsome bellhop, listened intently.
"My boss wants me to come with you, after all, you can't go around carrying your own cases, and doing all your own fetching and carrying.", Max said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Wow... wish I was coming...", Ethan whispered to Jim.
"Probably just as well your'e not !", Jim replied, grinning.
"Well, some people have all the luck !", Ethan replied - "unless, of course, Max is driving - and then... well, I'd prefer not to join you".
Max looked a little 'put out'.
"Don't say that, Ethan, after all you're going to be taught how to kill people - now that can't be bad.
"Suppose not..." Ethan said, not sounding completely convinced.
They all wished Jim an enjoyable trip, but warned him to 'take care' - which worried Jim somewhat.
With lots of pats on the back, Jim followed Max out of the penthouse and into the elevator.
On leaving the apartment building, Max carried the cases over to the limo, where Chuck, from the driving position, opened the electrically operated trunk (UK. 'boot').
Having settled everything neatly in place, Max checked with Jim that he was satisfied, and then Max indicated to Chuck to close the trunk.
Then Max led Jim round to the passenger compartment, and opened the door for him - and there was the 'Boss', looking very relaxed and comfortable in a white shirt (with the sleeves rolled up), grey slacks, and grey loafers.
Strangely so was Ethan - but then that was the lure of a new ‘toy’ (a hand-gun), rather than Jim’s departure.
The ‘Boss’ arrived at seven, with a suitably huge, roomy Cadillac limo.
The 'Boss', not surprisingly, waited in the Limo, and Jim expected Chuck to come up to the penthouse to collect him.
“Good morning, Sir”, he said in his usual, polite manner.
"I’ve come to collect your suitcases."
Max then picked up the cases with the aplomb that one would expect from a bellhop.
"Are you just helping with the cases, or are you coming with us ?", Jim asked, as Ethan, who obviously had his eye on the handsome bellhop, listened intently.
"My boss wants me to come with you, after all, you can't go around carrying your own cases, and doing all your own fetching and carrying.", Max said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Wow... wish I was coming...", Ethan whispered to Jim.
"Probably just as well your'e not !", Jim replied, grinning.
"Well, some people have all the luck !", Ethan replied - "unless, of course, Max is driving - and then... well, I'd prefer not to join you".
Max looked a little 'put out'.
"Don't say that, Ethan, after all you're going to be taught how to kill people - now that can't be bad.
"Suppose not..." Ethan said, not sounding completely convinced.
Of course, having his memory completely restored now had the effect of reminding Jim of the numerous occasions in the past when as 'Dominus' (Latin for master - 'Boss') he had made numerous journeys, and always had slaves fetch and carry his possessions, just as Max was now doing for him - and it was strange for him to compare the - similar - situations - some in the ancient past, apparently, and some in what he now took to be the 'present'.At that moment Zac, Josh and Clare arrived in the hallway.
They all wished Jim an enjoyable trip, but warned him to 'take care' - which worried Jim somewhat.
With lots of pats on the back, Jim followed Max out of the penthouse and into the elevator.
On leaving the apartment building, Max carried the cases over to the limo, where Chuck, from the driving position, opened the electrically operated trunk (UK. 'boot').
Having settled everything neatly in place, Max checked with Jim that he was satisfied, and then Max indicated to Chuck to close the trunk.
Then Max led Jim round to the passenger compartment, and opened the door for him - and there was the 'Boss', looking very relaxed and comfortable in a white shirt (with the sleeves rolled up), grey slacks, and grey loafers.
'Some Fashion info'.....Slacks implies pants of certain materials which are not part of a suit (jeans are not slacks, and you would not refer to the pair of trousers that came with a suit as 'slacks'.) Gray flannel trousers are a long-standing classic, and with good reason - the color goes well with almost everything, and the fabric is comfortable and durable, cool in the summer and warm in the winter. 'Loafers' are 'slip-ons', and are typically low, lace-less shoes. The style most commonly seen, known as a 'loafer' in American culture, has a moccasin construction. ... A less casual, earlier type of slip-on is made with side gussets (sometimes called a 'dress loafer').
And so the journey began.
At first the 'Boss' was preoccupied with business calls on his mobile, and then checking his emails on his laptop.
By the time he was able to take any notice of Jim they were cruising along an alarmingly straight highway, and heading across Arizona towards Santa Fe, their first scheduled destination.
Suddenly, in the middle of nowhere, the 'Boss' told Chuck, in the driving compartment, to stop.
Max then, without being told, immediately got out and opened the door of the passenger compartment.
The powerful air-conditioning had kept them cool and comfortable, but once the door was opened Jim was shocked at the heat that filled the vehicle.
"Well Jim, I thought it would be good for you to experience the heat of the desert....", the 'Boss' said, smiling.
"Iced water for both of us.", the 'Boss' told Max.
Immediately Max went into the passenger compartment and prepared the drinks from the on-board fridge/cocktail cabinet.
"It's amazing !", Jim said, taking his glass from Max.
"And not just the heat, but also the landscape.", Jim added, as he gazed at the dry, dusty desolation, and the blue tinged sierras in the distance.
The 'Boss' smiled, following Jim's gaze.
The 'Boss' smiled, following Jim's gaze.
"And what do you think of the limo ?", the 'Boss' asked, as he stood back and looked at the parked vehicle admiringly.
"Magnificent, Sir !", Jim replied.
At that point Max returned to his seat beside Chuck, and closed the door of the driving compartment, while Chuck closed the driving compartment roof (electrically operated), in order to give the 'Boss' and Jim complete privacy.
"So Jim,", the 'Boss' began, breaking away from his reverie,
"I'm sorry I ignored you to begin with, but I had a lot of work to do, and hopefully now, for much of the rest of the trip, I can give you much more of my attention.
But tell me - did you sleep well, and how are you feeling ?"
"Thank you, Sir... I slept very well, and I feel fine, but my memory now is so good, and clear and complete, that it needs some getting used to.", Jim explained.
"Well, that's good...
And you can take your time coming to terms with your memories as we have very little to do but relax.". the 'Boss' said.
"Now this, Jim, is the territory of the Navajo.", the 'Boss' said, making an expansive movement with his right hand in order to take in the vast landscape surrounding them.
"The Navajo are a Native American people.....
Until contact with Pueblos and the Spanish, the Navajos were largely hunters and gatherers.
The tribe adopted crop-farming techniques from the Pueblo peoples, growing mainly corn, beans, and squash.
When the Spanish arrived, the Navajos began herding sheep and goats as a main source of trade and food, with meat becoming an essential component of the Navajo diet.
Sheep also became a form of currency and status symbols among the Navajos, based on the overall quantity of herds a family maintained.
In addition, the practice of spinning and weaving wool into blankets and clothing became common, and eventually developed into a form of highly valued artistic expression."
The 'Boss' stopped, and looked at Jim with a quizzical expression.
"Stop me, Jim, if I'm boring you." he said
"No... go on... this is very interesting.
As you probably realize, I know practically nothing about the history of this country.", Jim said eagerly.
"Good... well the Navajos came into contact with the United States Army in 1846.", the 'Boss' said, continuing his explanation.
"Soon the white Americans, trekking West, began appropriating Navajo land, and the inevitable conflict ensued.
Eventually the Navajo were defeated by the American army, and were relegated to what the US government politely termed a 'reservation'." - (see map earlier in this chapter).
But let's get into the limo, as it's really getting too hot out here."
Max, seeing the 'Boss' heading for the rear doors, immediately got out of the driving compartment and opened the doors for the 'Boss' and Jim.
Once they were settled, the 'Boss', turned to Jim.
"If you want to hear a little more about he Navajo - I can go on...", the 'Boss' said diffidently, "but I quite understand if you's rather not, and just have a sleep, or listen to some music."
Jim was surprised.
This was the first time - since a very long time ago - a time that he could now, at last remember - that the 'Boss' had shown him such consideration, treating him almost as an equal.
"No, Sir... it's fascinating.
Please go on.", Jim replied.
The 'Boss' then indicated for Chuck to continue the journey.
"Well... the Navajo have since made some progress, after their initial conflicts with the settlers and the US government.
Today the Navajo Nation is the largest Indian tribe in the United States, with reservation land covering a total of 17.5 million acres.....
At the time that there were conflicts between the settlers, the US Cavalry and the Navajo, there was a famous American artist who painted some scenes involving the Navajo...
Frederick Remington... and I have a couple of those painting that I keep at the 'Villa Jaguar', so next time you're there I'll show them to you."
Jim nodded appreciatively at the suggestion to view the paintings at the villa, as the 'Boss' paused, opened up the cocktail cabinet, and poured out some more iced water for himself and Jim.
"Shall I continue ?", he asked, passing the drink to Jim.
"Yes... go on..", Jim replied, eager to hear more.
"The Navajo have very advanced religious beliefs.
They believe in two kinds of people: 'Earth People' and 'Holy Ones' - although the word 'Sacred Ones' might be a better translation."
As 'Earth People', the Navajo must do everything within their power to maintain the balance between the Earth and Man, however, it's only in the 'Glittering World', that true death came into existence, as well as the creations of the seasons, the moon, stars, and the sun.
Of course, 'modern' people would say that, with their dances and sand-painting, the Navajo are simply practicing 'magic', but this is a misunderstanding.
The Navajo rituals are methods of manipulating 'life forces', and 'time' and 'space', by seeking the aid and assistance of the 'Sacred Ones'."
"Please, I'd like to hear more...",Jim said enthusiastically, as the huge limo cruised quietly along the practically empty highway.
"I have many questions....like who or what are these 'Sacred Ones'
The 'Boss' stroked his chin...."Yes....", he said reflectively.
"Now it becomes difficult."
There was a pause, only punctuated by the faint noise of the air-conditioning and the muffled sound of the mighty V-eight engine under the hood (UK. bonnet) of the huge Cadillac.
"In simplest terms the Sacred Ones may be thought of as the 'gods' or 'spirits'.", the 'Boss said, sipping his drink.
"More recently, and in the light of Navajo masks and paintings... possibly they could be 'extra terrestrials' - after all, many strange lights have been seen for decades in the skies in the areas where the Navajo and other related tribes live..", the 'Boss' continued.
"And what do you think ?", Jim asked rather pointedly.
"Well....the masks and paintings, combined with the strange lights are interesting, but I think that is perhaps too simplistic an answer."
Jim looked puzzled.
"The 'Sacred Ones' are part of an ancient world-wide tradition.
Both you and I experienced it in 'another time' and 'another place'.....I'm sure that you know what I mean....."
Jim nodded.
The Boss' continued, warming to the subject.
"The Navajo themselves have legends that say that the 'Sacred Ones' - who they describe as 'super beings' - came from the sky - in fact from the area that we know as the 'Belt of Orion', which the Navajo say is the centre of the universe.
Their main deities are the Sun (see 'The Mayan Connection'), a great power; 'Changing Woman', the beloved deity who represents the powers of renewal inherent in the earth; and their children, the alien gods (?), the 'Hero Twins' (as in Mayan mythology), 'Monster Slayer' and 'Born-for-Water', but there are also many others.
These beings that the Navajo so rightly revere are - to my mind - Æons, or possibly Archons - the servants of the Æons - and I think you know what that means...?"
The question hung in the air.
Jim swallowed hard.
"You mean like Faunus ?", he said, half hoping that the 'Boss' would laugh at his suggestion.
"Just so....", the 'Boss' said, looking at Jim - his eyes twinkling, and a smile playing on his lips.
"And I hate to think what might happen if these fine, noble people were to know that one of their 'Sacred Ones' was happily living in a hotel room in Las Vegas - just down the road.
And, of course, strictly speaking, Faunus is an 'extraterrestrial' - after all, he's not from this world, or from our previous world - or any other world that we know of, for that matter."
Jim looked distractedly out of the tinted window for a moment, gazing up at the sierras.
"Wow... as Ethan would say.", Jim muttered under his breath.
"You see Jim, one of the big problems now is that this 'time' and 'place' where we now find ourselves is obsessed with technology.
Even beings like the 'Sacred Ones', non-Navajos have to imagine as creatures from an advanced technological race - ETs from UFOs.
But what 'technology' does Faunus use to do the amazing things he does ?... None.
And that's where Brandt went so wrong - and nearly injured you permanently in the process, with his 'stupid' machines.
Long, long ago men were taught that the mind is omnipotent... and why ?
Because all things - in this world, or any other world, are simply the products of 'mind'.
But enough....!
I'm just rambling on." the 'Boss' said, sitting back in the deep luxury of his seat.
"No.... not at all, Sir.
You've given me a great deal to think about... and I'm beginning to understand now why you brought me on this trip...
And I'm grateful." Jim said.
The 'Boss' - embarrassed - looked away, and told Chuck to stop off at the next roadside diner as it was well past lunchtime, and they undoubtedly all needed a meal.
Now, since arriving in the 'alternative' America, Jim had only eaten at the penthouse - mainly microwaved cheeseburgers provided by Ethan, - or delicious 'home-cooked' meals created by Clare, or 'Cordon Bleu' meals, taken in five star restaurants (often part of hotels owned by the 'Boss').
At that point Max returned to his seat beside Chuck, and closed the door of the driving compartment, while Chuck closed the driving compartment roof (electrically operated), in order to give the 'Boss' and Jim complete privacy.
"So Jim,", the 'Boss' began, breaking away from his reverie,
"I'm sorry I ignored you to begin with, but I had a lot of work to do, and hopefully now, for much of the rest of the trip, I can give you much more of my attention.
But tell me - did you sleep well, and how are you feeling ?"
"Thank you, Sir... I slept very well, and I feel fine, but my memory now is so good, and clear and complete, that it needs some getting used to.", Jim explained.
"Well, that's good...
And you can take your time coming to terms with your memories as we have very little to do but relax.". the 'Boss' said.
"Now this, Jim, is the territory of the Navajo.", the 'Boss' said, making an expansive movement with his right hand in order to take in the vast landscape surrounding them.
"The Navajo are a Native American people.....
Until contact with Pueblos and the Spanish, the Navajos were largely hunters and gatherers.
The tribe adopted crop-farming techniques from the Pueblo peoples, growing mainly corn, beans, and squash.
When the Spanish arrived, the Navajos began herding sheep and goats as a main source of trade and food, with meat becoming an essential component of the Navajo diet.
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| Navajo Textile |
In addition, the practice of spinning and weaving wool into blankets and clothing became common, and eventually developed into a form of highly valued artistic expression."
The 'Boss' stopped, and looked at Jim with a quizzical expression.
"Stop me, Jim, if I'm boring you." he said
"No... go on... this is very interesting.
As you probably realize, I know practically nothing about the history of this country.", Jim said eagerly.
"Good... well the Navajos came into contact with the United States Army in 1846.", the 'Boss' said, continuing his explanation.
"Soon the white Americans, trekking West, began appropriating Navajo land, and the inevitable conflict ensued.
Eventually the Navajo were defeated by the American army, and were relegated to what the US government politely termed a 'reservation'." - (see map earlier in this chapter).
But let's get into the limo, as it's really getting too hot out here."
Max, seeing the 'Boss' heading for the rear doors, immediately got out of the driving compartment and opened the doors for the 'Boss' and Jim.
Once they were settled, the 'Boss', turned to Jim.
"If you want to hear a little more about he Navajo - I can go on...", the 'Boss' said diffidently, "but I quite understand if you's rather not, and just have a sleep, or listen to some music."
Jim was surprised.
This was the first time - since a very long time ago - a time that he could now, at last remember - that the 'Boss' had shown him such consideration, treating him almost as an equal.
"No, Sir... it's fascinating.
Please go on.", Jim replied.
The 'Boss' then indicated for Chuck to continue the journey.
"Well... the Navajo have since made some progress, after their initial conflicts with the settlers and the US government.
Today the Navajo Nation is the largest Indian tribe in the United States, with reservation land covering a total of 17.5 million acres.....
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| Navajo Raid - Frederick Remington |
Frederick Remington... and I have a couple of those painting that I keep at the 'Villa Jaguar', so next time you're there I'll show them to you."
Frederic Remington (October 4, 1861 – December 26, 1909) was an American painter, illustrator, sculptor, and writer who specialized in depictions of the American Old West, specifically concentrating on scenes from the last quarter of the 19th century in the Western United States and featuring images of cowboys, American Indians, and the U.S. Cavalry, among other figures from Western culture. Oddly he was a member of the same family who owned the company that made so many of the guns used in the conflicts in the early West.
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| Evening in the Desert - Frederick Remington |
"Shall I continue ?", he asked, passing the drink to Jim.
"Yes... go on..", Jim replied, eager to hear more.
"The Navajo have very advanced religious beliefs.
They believe in two kinds of people: 'Earth People' and 'Holy Ones' - although the word 'Sacred Ones' might be a better translation."
Sacred means revered, and is generally the state of being perceived by religious individuals as associated with 'divinity', and considered worthy of spiritual respect or devotion; or inspiring awe or reverence among believers.The 'Boss' continued.., "The Navajo people believe they had passed through three worlds - or ages - before arriving in this world, the Fourth World or the 'Glittering World' (see Everett's 'Many Worlds Theory')
As 'Earth People', the Navajo must do everything within their power to maintain the balance between the Earth and Man, however, it's only in the 'Glittering World', that true death came into existence, as well as the creations of the seasons, the moon, stars, and the sun.
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| Navajo Sand Painting |
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| Navajo Sacred Dance |
The Navajo rituals are methods of manipulating 'life forces', and 'time' and 'space', by seeking the aid and assistance of the 'Sacred Ones'."
In the sand-painting of the Navajo the 'Medicine Man' -or Hatałii - paints loosely upon the ground of a hogan, where the ceremony takes place, or on a buckskin or cloth tarpaulin, by letting the coloured sands flow through his fingers with control and skill. There are up to 1,000 different traditional designs for sand-paintings known to the Navajo. They do not view the paintings as static objects, but as spiritual, living beings to be treated with great respect. More than 30 different sand-paintings may be associated with one ceremony.The 'Boss' had seemingly finished his explanation about the Navajo, but his explanation left many questions in Jim's mind.
"Please, I'd like to hear more...",Jim said enthusiastically, as the huge limo cruised quietly along the practically empty highway.
"I have many questions....like who or what are these 'Sacred Ones'
The 'Boss' stroked his chin...."Yes....", he said reflectively.
"Now it becomes difficult."
There was a pause, only punctuated by the faint noise of the air-conditioning and the muffled sound of the mighty V-eight engine under the hood (UK. bonnet) of the huge Cadillac.
"In simplest terms the Sacred Ones may be thought of as the 'gods' or 'spirits'.", the 'Boss said, sipping his drink.
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| ET at Monument Valley |
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| Navajo Sacred One |
"And what do you think ?", Jim asked rather pointedly.
"Well....the masks and paintings, combined with the strange lights are interesting, but I think that is perhaps too simplistic an answer."
Jim looked puzzled.
"The 'Sacred Ones' are part of an ancient world-wide tradition.
Both you and I experienced it in 'another time' and 'another place'.....I'm sure that you know what I mean....."
Jim nodded.
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| Belt of Orion |
"The Navajo themselves have legends that say that the 'Sacred Ones' - who they describe as 'super beings' - came from the sky - in fact from the area that we know as the 'Belt of Orion', which the Navajo say is the centre of the universe.
Their main deities are the Sun (see 'The Mayan Connection'), a great power; 'Changing Woman', the beloved deity who represents the powers of renewal inherent in the earth; and their children, the alien gods (?), the 'Hero Twins' (as in Mayan mythology), 'Monster Slayer' and 'Born-for-Water', but there are also many others.
These beings that the Navajo so rightly revere are - to my mind - Æons, or possibly Archons - the servants of the Æons - and I think you know what that means...?"
The question hung in the air.
Jim swallowed hard.
"You mean like Faunus ?", he said, half hoping that the 'Boss' would laugh at his suggestion.
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| Extraterrestrial - Faunus |
"And I hate to think what might happen if these fine, noble people were to know that one of their 'Sacred Ones' was happily living in a hotel room in Las Vegas - just down the road.
And, of course, strictly speaking, Faunus is an 'extraterrestrial' - after all, he's not from this world, or from our previous world - or any other world that we know of, for that matter."
Jim looked distractedly out of the tinted window for a moment, gazing up at the sierras.
"Wow... as Ethan would say.", Jim muttered under his breath.
"You see Jim, one of the big problems now is that this 'time' and 'place' where we now find ourselves is obsessed with technology.
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| Brandt's Machine |
But what 'technology' does Faunus use to do the amazing things he does ?... None.
And that's where Brandt went so wrong - and nearly injured you permanently in the process, with his 'stupid' machines.
Long, long ago men were taught that the mind is omnipotent... and why ?
Because all things - in this world, or any other world, are simply the products of 'mind'.
But enough....!
I'm just rambling on." the 'Boss' said, sitting back in the deep luxury of his seat.
"No.... not at all, Sir.
You've given me a great deal to think about... and I'm beginning to understand now why you brought me on this trip...
And I'm grateful." Jim said.
The 'Boss' - embarrassed - looked away, and told Chuck to stop off at the next roadside diner as it was well past lunchtime, and they undoubtedly all needed a meal.
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| Roadside Diner |
Roadside diners attract a wide spectrum of the local populations, and are generally small businesses. From the mid-twentieth century onward, they have been seen as quintessentially American, reflecting the perceived diversity and egalitarian nature of the country at large. As a rule, diners were always symbols of American optimism. Norman Rockwell (see 'Our America' and also 'The Art of Norman Rockwell') made his superb 1958 painting, 'The Runaway', generically American by placing his subjects, a young boy and a protective highway patrol-man, at the counter of an anonymous diner - and diners and 'soda fountains' have come to symbolize the period of prosperity and optimism in America in the 1950s. Diners almost invariably serve American food, such as hamburgers, 'french fries' (UK. 'chips'), club sandwiches, and other simple fare. Much of the food is grilled, as early diners were based around a grill. There is often an emphasis on breakfast foods such as eggs - including omelettes - waffles, pancakes, and French toast.
The Runaway - Norman Rockwell
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| Diner Cuisine |
As a result, he had no idea of what the average American would eat when not at home.
So this little roadside diner, just outside Kingman, Arizona, was a new, culinary experience for Jim.
Surprisingly for Jim, the 'Boss' took a table, and was joined by Max and Chuck - as well as himself.
They flicked through the menus, and all the while Western style music provided by KZKE 103.3 FM, played softly from speakers round the dining area.
So this little roadside diner, just outside Kingman, Arizona, was a new, culinary experience for Jim.
Surprisingly for Jim, the 'Boss' took a table, and was joined by Max and Chuck - as well as himself.
They flicked through the menus, and all the while Western style music provided by KZKE 103.3 FM, played softly from speakers round the dining area.
KZKE 103.3 FM, serving the Kingsman area, is a radio station broadcasting an Oldies format. Licensed to Seligman, Arizona, United States, the station is currently owned by Route 66 Broadcasting, L.L.C. and features programming from Jones Radio Network.
"So...the 'Boss' asked, as he lazily looked through the menu...., "What do you think of the music ?".
Chuck smiled, waiting for the answer.
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| Roadside Diner |
"Well, it's OK, but it's not like the music that I'm used to....", Jim replied, lamely.
"And what kind of music is that, Sir ?", Max asked pertinently.
The 'Boss' looked at Jim, hoping he was going to be discreet.
"Very different from this... but I like this - it's cool.", Jim replied diplomatically, lapsing into the kind of language that Max would feel comfortable with.
The 'Boss' gave a sigh of relief.
"And by the way, boys...", the 'Boss said quietly, "You can drop the 'Sir', except to me on this trip.
Calling Jim 'Sir', considering his age, will probably seem very 'odd' to anyone overhearing you."
Max and Chuck nodded, obviously understanding.
"So...", Jim began, wisely trying to take the attention off himself, "how did Max here come to the 'Club Jaguar' ?"
The 'Boss' smiled, realizing what Jim was 'up to'.
"Well Max is not like many of the people that I employ.
He was not a 'street kid' - far from it !".
Max blushed.
"Franklin (remember Franklin ?) had put in a regular advertisement for hotel staff, including bellhops, and Max applied.
He had quite a good education up to the tenth grade at high school - was polite and good looking, and ideal for the job.
So I took him on.", the 'Boss' explained.
"I see...", Jim said, playing with his food, and realizing that there was probably more to this story.
"And your parents are quite happy with you working late at the club ?", Jim asked Max, a little pointedly.
"Well let me intervene here....", the 'Boss' said.
He then turned to Max.
"May I explain a little more ?...", the 'Boss' asked.
Max nodded..."Well everyone knows...", he said.
"Well everyone except Jim...", the 'Boss' countered.
"Max's parents lived on the outskirts of Vegas, in the area close to where Brody lived.
Max's parents separated shortly after he was born, leaving his father to bring up Max and his older brother.
Max's father put him through school, and later he was quite happy with Max working at the Club because at the time Max's father was unemployed.
Max's older brother then decided to move north to get work, leaving Max and his father in public housing in Vegas.
Then, sadly, Max's father was killed in a road accident.
What little money Max had he spent on his father's funeral.", the 'Boss' explained.
"And what about Max's older brother... didn't he come back to help Max ?", Jim asked, looking concerned.
"No....", the 'Boss' replied bluntly.
"Max brother disappeared, and Max, no longer able to pay his rent, became homeless.
Eventually I found out.
Not wanting to lose a good boy like Max, I allowed him to stay in a small suite in the Club, and he's been with me ever since."
Jim smiled.
It was a typical story, with the 'Boss' unable to resist helping 'waifs and strays'.
"But enough of this... we're embarrassing Max.", the 'Boss' said, as he ordered the second course.
"The next thing we need to consider is where we're going to stay tonight.", the 'Boss' said, as the cute young waitress, in very tight denim jeans, went off to get the next course.
"Chuck - can we get to Flagstaff before nightfall ?", the 'Boss' asked.
"I suppose so, Sir, but I'll have to put my foot down, and we'll have to get off right away." Chuck replied, a little apprehensively.
"Right... let's go !", the 'Boss' said decisively, getting up and going to the counter to pay the tab.
Max ran ahead, to open the doors of the limo, and Chuck quickly got into the driving seat, and started the engine.
Only just in time Max scrambled into the front compartment, and the huge Cadillac began to roll away as he was closing the compartment door.
"The 'Marriott Courtyard'....", the Boss replied.
"Can you get it on your route finder ?", the 'Boss' asked.
Max punched in the name on the mini computer, and the address came up immediately - '2650 South Beulah Boulevard'.
"So, have you stayed at this hotel before, Sir ?", Jim asked the 'Boss'.
"Yes... a couple of times...", the 'Boss' replied vaguely.
"It's a little bit too modern for my taste, but it has good service, reasonable food, and a very nice pool, which I think that you and Max will enjoy."
And so they sped on into darkening landscape along the straight, almost traffic free road, with the glittering starry sky above, and the dark silhouettes of the sierras just visible on the horizon.
As they cruised the highway, the 'Boss' contacted the Hotel on his mobile, and reserved two suites, (one for himself, and one for Jim), and two single rooms, (one for Chuck, and one for Max), for a stay of a few nights, (he was undecided as to how long they would be staying),
By the time they were approaching Flagstaff, Jim was sound asleep, and the 'Boss' was listening to his favorite Italian operas via headphones connected to the on-board sound system.
Chuck steered carefully through the brightly lit shopping streets, following his computerized 'route finder' which guided him unerringly to the Marriott.
Meanwhile, the 'Boss' did his best to get Jim awake as gently as possible.`
"And what kind of music is that, Sir ?", Max asked pertinently.
The 'Boss' looked at Jim, hoping he was going to be discreet.
"Very different from this... but I like this - it's cool.", Jim replied diplomatically, lapsing into the kind of language that Max would feel comfortable with.
The 'Boss' gave a sigh of relief.
"And by the way, boys...", the 'Boss said quietly, "You can drop the 'Sir', except to me on this trip.
Calling Jim 'Sir', considering his age, will probably seem very 'odd' to anyone overhearing you."
Max and Chuck nodded, obviously understanding.
"So...", Jim began, wisely trying to take the attention off himself, "how did Max here come to the 'Club Jaguar' ?"
The 'Boss' smiled, realizing what Jim was 'up to'.
"Well Max is not like many of the people that I employ.
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| Franklin |
Max blushed.
"Franklin (remember Franklin ?) had put in a regular advertisement for hotel staff, including bellhops, and Max applied.
He had quite a good education up to the tenth grade at high school - was polite and good looking, and ideal for the job.
So I took him on.", the 'Boss' explained.
"I see...", Jim said, playing with his food, and realizing that there was probably more to this story.
"And your parents are quite happy with you working late at the club ?", Jim asked Max, a little pointedly.
"Well let me intervene here....", the 'Boss' said.
He then turned to Max.
"May I explain a little more ?...", the 'Boss' asked.
Max nodded..."Well everyone knows...", he said.
"Well everyone except Jim...", the 'Boss' countered.
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| Las Vegas Suburb |
Max's parents separated shortly after he was born, leaving his father to bring up Max and his older brother.
Max's father put him through school, and later he was quite happy with Max working at the Club because at the time Max's father was unemployed.
Max's older brother then decided to move north to get work, leaving Max and his father in public housing in Vegas.
Then, sadly, Max's father was killed in a road accident.
What little money Max had he spent on his father's funeral.", the 'Boss' explained.
"And what about Max's older brother... didn't he come back to help Max ?", Jim asked, looking concerned.
"No....", the 'Boss' replied bluntly.
"Max brother disappeared, and Max, no longer able to pay his rent, became homeless.
Eventually I found out.
Not wanting to lose a good boy like Max, I allowed him to stay in a small suite in the Club, and he's been with me ever since."
Jim smiled.
It was a typical story, with the 'Boss' unable to resist helping 'waifs and strays'.
"But enough of this... we're embarrassing Max.", the 'Boss' said, as he ordered the second course.
"The next thing we need to consider is where we're going to stay tonight.", the 'Boss' said, as the cute young waitress, in very tight denim jeans, went off to get the next course.
"Chuck - can we get to Flagstaff before nightfall ?", the 'Boss' asked.
"I suppose so, Sir, but I'll have to put my foot down, and we'll have to get off right away." Chuck replied, a little apprehensively.
"Right... let's go !", the 'Boss' said decisively, getting up and going to the counter to pay the tab.
Max ran ahead, to open the doors of the limo, and Chuck quickly got into the driving seat, and started the engine.
Only just in time Max scrambled into the front compartment, and the huge Cadillac began to roll away as he was closing the compartment door.
"So, assuming that we make Flagstaff in good time, what hotel do you want me to head for, Sir ?", Chuck asked.Flagstaff is a city in northern Arizona, in the south western United States. Usually referred to by the inhabitants as 'Flag', Flagstaff lies near the south western edge of the Colorado Plateau, along the western side of the largest contiguous ponderosa pine forest in the continental United States. Flagstaff is next to Mount Elden, just south of the San Francisco Peaks, the highest mountain range in the state of Arizona. Flagstaff's early economy was based on the lumber, rail-road, and ranching industries, and is home to Lowell Observatory, the U.S. Naval Observatory, and the Northern Arizona University.
Flagstaff
"The 'Marriott Courtyard'....", the Boss replied.
"Can you get it on your route finder ?", the 'Boss' asked.
Max punched in the name on the mini computer, and the address came up immediately - '2650 South Beulah Boulevard'.
"So, have you stayed at this hotel before, Sir ?", Jim asked the 'Boss'.
"Yes... a couple of times...", the 'Boss' replied vaguely.
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| Highway to Flagstaff - Sunset |
And so they sped on into darkening landscape along the straight, almost traffic free road, with the glittering starry sky above, and the dark silhouettes of the sierras just visible on the horizon.
As they cruised the highway, the 'Boss' contacted the Hotel on his mobile, and reserved two suites, (one for himself, and one for Jim), and two single rooms, (one for Chuck, and one for Max), for a stay of a few nights, (he was undecided as to how long they would be staying),
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| Entering Flagstaff |
Chuck steered carefully through the brightly lit shopping streets, following his computerized 'route finder' which guided him unerringly to the Marriott.
Meanwhile, the 'Boss' did his best to get Jim awake as gently as possible.`
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| Marriott Courtyard Hotel - Flagstaff - Arizona |
On arrival at the hotel, the 'Boss' went straight to the reception desk in order to confirm his reservation.
While the 'Boss' was attending to this, Chuck parked the Cadillac, and arranged for it to be cleaned, while Max unloaded the luggage, ready to pass the cases on to the hotel bellhops.
Jim however, had collapsed onto a sofa, looking very tired.
As Jim was seemingly unwell, the 'Boss' asked for the hotel doctor to have a look at him.
The young doctor checked Jim over, but was able to assure the 'Boss' that Jim was simply very tired, and needed a good night's sleep.
The 'Boss' offered to pay, but the doctor refused to take any payment, explaining that the hotel was only to pleased to offer the service freely for such an eminent guest - and that got Jim wondering....
He had never before though of the 'Boss' as being 'eminent'...
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| Jim's Suite - Marriott Courtyard Hotel - Flagstaff - Arizona |
As the Boss had explained, the hotel was well appointed, but decorated and furnished in a rather sparse, modern style.
Very comfortable, but not exactly luxurious - but then it was not that expensive.
Before retiring, the 'Boss' gave Chuck the next day off, but warned him not to stray too far, and to keep his mobile switched on, as the 'Boss' might need him.
Max was given instructions to look after Jim during the next day, and the 'Boss' suggested that Max and Jim use the indoor pool, as it might help Jim to relax.
The next morning Max was waiting outside Jim's room when the room service arrived with the breakfast.
Max immediately took over, dismissing the hotel waiter, and took the trolley, laden with a sumptuous breakfast, into Jim's room.
Waking up, it was obvious that Jim was fine after a good sleep, and was very pleased to see Max.
Max explained to Jim that the Boss wanted them to use the pool after breakfast.
Jim then surprised Max by calling room service and ordering a second breakfast for Max.
When it arrive (very quickly), Jim and Max enjoyed their breakfast together.
"So...", Jim said tentatively, "If we use the pool, what are we to do about swim-trunks ?
I haven't packed any....
"Nor have I.", Max said, "but the 'Boss' said there's a 'mini-mall' in the hotel, and a shop where we can buy some - and the 'Boss' has an account here, so we just put it on his account.".
Jim looked puzzled.
"He has an account here ?
That's odd - I never heard him mention Flagstaff, or this hotel before."Jim said quietly to himself.
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| Jim and Max in the Pool - Marriott Courtyard Hotel |
The 'Boss' goes all over the place, and has accounts everywhere."
And Jim though that was very strange.
He had thought of the 'Boss' as being confined in his business dealings to Las Vegas and Los Angeles.
So... Jim got dressed, and they went down to the 'mini-mall' with their towels, and each bought a pair of Speedos - blue for Max and red for Jim.
Very shortly after they found the pool.
It was not particularly large, but very elegant, clean and warm.
Not being sure of the depth they got in carefully, and then floated around in the soft warm water - and later did a few lengths (well not really lengths as it was only a recreational pool), but enough to have a couple of races - and Max turned out to be a good swimmer.
During their time in the pool the 'Boss' arrived, complete with his laptop.
He sat for a while on one of the many chairs that were placed round the pool, presumably receiving and sending emails.
Eventually he put the laptop down and went over and spoke to the boys.
"So....how are you feeling this morning ?", he asked Jim.
"Very well , Sir - and I think that the swim is helping.", Jim replied, feeling a little embarrassed as this was the first time that the 'Boss' had seen him practically naked.
"I see that you and Max got yourselves some nice Speedos.....
but you look like you've lost some muscle, Jim, so we need to get Zac to organize some more training for you.", the 'Boss' remarked.
"Yes,Sir.", Jim replied obediently.
"Well, I suggest that you and Max get to know one another a little better, and then later you cane join me for lunch in the dining room." the 'Boss' added.
"Yes, Sir... thank you, Sir... "Jim answered.
The 'Boss' then went off to retrieve his laptop, and left the pool.
Jim and Max looked at one another.....
"Get to know one another better ?", Jim said questioningly.
"I wonder why, and what he means by that ?", Max said, looking equally puzzled.
"And what's all this 'Yes, Sir... thank you, Sir...', business ?", Max asked.
"I'll tell you later - but now let's get changed and we can talk in my suite." Jim said, as he started to feel a little cold.
'And so Jim and Max talk...and much more, as they followed the advice of the 'Boss' and really got to know one another. And then after lunch and a stroll around some of the shops in Flagstaff, the 'Boss' takes them on an amazing trip to places far, far away..... and they meet a very odd astronomer...
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