I Don't Know If It's A Good

[ranger] "how's Your Mental Health?" He Asked. "i Heard About Soder." [stephanie] "i'm Rattled." "i Have A Cure." Oh, Boy. He Put The Truck In Gear And Headed For The Exit. "i Know What You're Thinking," He Said. "and That Wasn't Where I Was Going. I Was Going To Suggest Work." "i Knew That." He Looked Over At Me And Grinned. "you Want Me Bad." I Did. God Help Me.

Adaptation Is One Of The Great Advantages To Being Born And Bred In Jersey. We're Simply Not Bested By Bad Air Or Tainted Water. We're Like That Catfish With Lungs. Take Us Out Of Our Environment And We Can Grow Whatever Body Parts We Need To Survive. After Jersey The Rest Of The Country's A Piece Of Cake. You Want To Send Someone Into A Fallout Zone? Get Him From Jersey. He'll Be Fine.

I Knew There Were No Such Things As Death Cooties. Unfortunately, That's An Intellectual Fact. And Death Cooties Are An Emotional Reality.

A Uniform Cordoned Off The Area With Crime Scene Tape. The M.e. Pulled In And Parked. There Were Two Emt Trucks Idling At The Edge Of The Lot. I’d Stayed Close To The Back Door, And One Of The Rangeman Guys Had Taken A Position Two Feet From Me, Standing At Parade Rest. No Doubt In My Mind He’d Take A Bullet For Me Rather Than Face Ranger Over A Dead Stephanie.

And Then It Gets So Hot That They Keep The Supermarkets Too Cold. Hot, Cold. Hot, Cold. It Gives Me The Runs." Mr. Landowsky