Tom Johnson was always a bit anal in his work, and well, home life too. He was a large man with giant features and the mind of one of the best analysts out there and yet was stuck behind the look of a slightly whiter Shrek. He had kept every postcard, report card, business card and comic and they are mostly in pristine condition. He liked things as they were, not all broken and kidded up. It was 1989 and the job route that he had taken was all the way to a clerk in the Department of Energy, a numbers pusher really, no natural light for the most part except when something like the Exxon Valdez dumps a load and a trip is in order to go over other people's ten times checked numbers again. In the name of investors the day before he left he saw it again, Robert Newman. He knew he knew the name like you knew a bit actor in a movie or something but couldn't for the life of him remember where, so he scribbled it down on the manila folder he had his law school applications in.
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1992 Starbucks Completes initial public offering (IPO), with common stock being traded on the NASDAQ National Market under the trading symbol SBUX. A large share rally was on. Later that year three years after the Exxon Valdez disaster a ten million dollar donation was made to the Valdez School district from an anonymous donor. A very rare expenditure from an account years and years old.
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She was booking it down the trail, black fur and claws gripping the ground with every stride. She knew she shouldn't have been there, the place was clearly marked as off limits. But the rewards were greater than the risk she thought and she was changing her mind with every pant of breath, and whine of pain. She had heard her before, the Mother bear that woke up and started shooting at her. But she is as mad as a bee's nest and coming up behind the bear... is she gaining?...
A rock salt filled 20 gauge was in her left hand and she and the bear were about matched for size, she had a big Bowie strapped to her right leg and a Desert Eagle .50 cal strapped horizontal to her left front. The woman didn't even like guns really, but at times she needed to put on a show. As she is getting into her 80's though, the shows are farther apart than normal, yet still amazingly effective. She was screaming like a wild woman to scare the bear and because she was hurting too! The broken toe on her right foot and the swelling too was a real pain to walk on let alone run, she was running though.
Lori opened her eyes, it was early but light outside. She just laid there and wondered why she woke up? It was too early for her to normally wake up, what the heck? There was nothing on her mind, no dreams, no noise?... Was there a noise? She lay there contemplating if she was going to go back to bed or get up and go potty?... The bathroom won out shorty and she was putting on her slippers. As she grabbed her robe from the end of the bed she thought she heard something other than the birds outside, "damn they are loud" she thought. Then as she was in the middle of her constitutional and really agreeing with herself that she was going right back to bed. Boom, a gunshot? She didn't know whether to hit the floor or finish up. She heard the most blood curdling screams and they were coming closer, like really close, and right towards her.
In 1994 the North American Free Trade Agreement went into effect and some more numbers were needed for the suits in the big games.
The ground was still wet from the evening rains and morning dew. Tom Johnson looked out over the United States Capitol from his new office. It was a nice office he shared with over 100 other guys in cubicles as part of the Department of Justice. His resume included a newly passed Bar rating and an invitation from one of his old bosses at the Department of Energy. They were some of the best around him and he felt pretty good about his work, he was OCD about it so it meant a lot to him. His current
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