Perish the thought. Every so often--last week for instance--I simply take an unscheduled vacation. Sometimes I spend a few hours at my favorite hideaway; other times I am simply too perplexed by events to put thumb to Blackberry.
I might have been blissfully incommunicado yet, had Skinformants not tracked me to a Tijuana hotel and lured me out with bribes of potable water and tantalizing hints of Microsoft's latest plan for world domination. I went after the story like it was the worm at the bottom of the Tequila bottle.
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