Time travel had been one of his dreams. Even when he was a kid, where others wanted to be train drivers or jet pilots, he wanted to be a time traveler. Not just any time traveler though, he had little interest in the past. It was the future he wanted to see.

Jack Travers placed the half-eaten bacon sandwich back on the plate on the desk and picked up a screw driver. Now came the tricky part. The Hemingway Machine was almost finished. All he had to do now was install the crystal that powered the vortex generator, then it was finished, ready to take on its first flight through time.

“Hey you! I’m talking to you! You leave my gal alone, see? Or I’ll have to shoot ya, right”

—- from “Commander Cagney, Space Adventurer”

Agnes waited. It was three o’ clock, just hot enough to boil an egg, across the street she could see Jimmy and Darlene enter the diner on the corner…it was never wise to mess with Agnes….she’d be waiting for them when they came outside again.

——- from “Another Hotheaded Day”

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