The chase is on… INT. ANNE'S SUITE - CARLETON HOTEL - LATER Anne, David and George confront Vic, who sits on the sofa. His Men stand at the window and door. DAVID (accuses Vic) That password you used: January 30, 1933 was the birthday of the Third Reich.
when I was about ten or so, my father was trying to buy a used car from a guy in Detroit and the guy sold him a lemon. my father brought the car back and the guy tried to just shrug it off. my father said something like "I assumed you were operating in good faith." the dealer wrote 'ass-u-me' and explained it. since that day, every time I've seen or heard it, my blood just starts to boil...
I also "assume" he was, but the political environment was very different. maybe the important fact is that he was a used car dealer. not an occupation with a reputation for honesty.
I think he eventually made good, actually. I know we didn't leave Detroit with that car.
Ah a Michigander! Glad to hear the salesman did the right thing by your father. My husband grew up in Dearborn. We still spend a couple of months at the cabin “up north” every summer.
actually, I'm not. NYC through and through, to a fault. my uncle and his family lived in Detroit and we'd spend a good part of every summer there. I got to know it well. or at least, a very small part of it...the children of Jewish dentists for the most part. the summer was when I had my teeth taken care of.
I'd go into Big Boy with a bunch of these dentist sons so that they could hear me order " a black and white malted," with my Queens accent, which made them collapse with laughter. my uncle lived a few blocks from Seven Mile and Livernois. I became sort of addicted to all the Ford stuff in Dearborn, which my father indulged with real distaste because of what a miserable prick Henry Ford was. touring the plant was sort of enlightening insofar as I was able to eliminate "assembly line worker" from future employment possibilities.
that was a joke.
I did really like the time I spent in Charlevoix and Petoskey (Hemingway country, although there are writers I like a lot more). Lake Michigan is very, very cold. very. cold.
Good childhood memories! I agree with your father about Henry Ford. We love Charlevoix and Petosky, Hemingway can be a hard slog though. Yep, those lakes can be cold - but especially Lake Superior.
I couldn't wait; I re-read and made notes, so now I'm following. Awesome twists and uncertain alliances. Vic opens the van side door. Ahsan climbs in. ??!!?? Hmmm.... I remember this - for seven hundred years, we've been history's middleman. Rubbing my palms together in anticipation!
“‘Assume’ makes an ass out of you and me.” Love it!
when I was about ten or so, my father was trying to buy a used car from a guy in Detroit and the guy sold him a lemon. my father brought the car back and the guy tried to just shrug it off. my father said something like "I assumed you were operating in good faith." the dealer wrote 'ass-u-me' and explained it. since that day, every time I've seen or heard it, my blood just starts to boil...
I can understand that! I “assume” the dealer was a Republican! 😄😄😄
I also "assume" he was, but the political environment was very different. maybe the important fact is that he was a used car dealer. not an occupation with a reputation for honesty.
I think he eventually made good, actually. I know we didn't leave Detroit with that car.
Ah a Michigander! Glad to hear the salesman did the right thing by your father. My husband grew up in Dearborn. We still spend a couple of months at the cabin “up north” every summer.
actually, I'm not. NYC through and through, to a fault. my uncle and his family lived in Detroit and we'd spend a good part of every summer there. I got to know it well. or at least, a very small part of it...the children of Jewish dentists for the most part. the summer was when I had my teeth taken care of.
I'd go into Big Boy with a bunch of these dentist sons so that they could hear me order " a black and white malted," with my Queens accent, which made them collapse with laughter. my uncle lived a few blocks from Seven Mile and Livernois. I became sort of addicted to all the Ford stuff in Dearborn, which my father indulged with real distaste because of what a miserable prick Henry Ford was. touring the plant was sort of enlightening insofar as I was able to eliminate "assembly line worker" from future employment possibilities.
that was a joke.
I did really like the time I spent in Charlevoix and Petoskey (Hemingway country, although there are writers I like a lot more). Lake Michigan is very, very cold. very. cold.
Good childhood memories! I agree with your father about Henry Ford. We love Charlevoix and Petosky, Hemingway can be a hard slog though. Yep, those lakes can be cold - but especially Lake Superior.
OG wisdom, my dad used to remind me of that frequently.
I couldn't wait; I re-read and made notes, so now I'm following. Awesome twists and uncertain alliances. Vic opens the van side door. Ahsan climbs in. ??!!?? Hmmm.... I remember this - for seven hundred years, we've been history's middleman. Rubbing my palms together in anticipation!
I made notes, too! (Had to be sure I got a "handle" on it all.)
I can just imagine Tom Cruise insisting on jumping those roofs. (But honestly I can’t see him as Vic or Wilson.)
I laughed out loud!
Lovin' this!
Love the roof chase. Always exciting!
FINALLY.....she found the bug!!!!