Peter the grip-warrior

We're really getting into it now. The call sheet is done. I sent it to Morgan but he's having rotten luck opening the file. He's been terribly busy with chopping firewood and elaborate ritualistic mid-morning egg breakfasts lately. Plus this unseasonable cold snap we're having took him off guard and killed all the newborn calves and he's gone to pieces over that. He said he can't even look at veal parmigiana anymore.
Gary has a handwritten itinerary ready to spring on us in Minneapolis. We're going to the University, the zoo, and possibly even a liquor store. There will be bonfires and cookouts. I

rented a car and got me and Morg a room at the renowned Minneapolis Raddison-Mall of America/Airport. It received an average rating of two stars. One for me and one for Morgan. At any rate, it will hopefully afford us a little more control over the production process. Last time we stayed in Gary's room. Morgan had to sleep on a suspect mattress in a dark enclave and I crashed on Gary's queen size. Luckily Gary sleeps like a cadaver. You just roll yourself against the wall and pray for daylight. See? Easy.
I've been making a few preparatory calls out there to the midwest and we may have to run a bit of a shadow operation to get all the interviews we need. Sometimes separating truth from legend can be a delicate surgical process. Other times you just get in there and kick a few walls down.
Speaking of legend, I'm flying in renowned olde world chandelier repairman Peter Mills for the Minneapolis phase of production. He will be working for us as an audio consultant, regional location coordinator and B&B manager. He will also do some agenting and deal-making while in town.
Mean Dean the Vespa is packed away in the back of the garage. Lar will fire it up once a week and let her idle for 15 minutes to keep the pipes greased and the battery juiced.
I must go to the bank today for $1000 dollars in traveler's cheques and 200 in cash.
I woke up this morning and everything was frozen and dead. Time to be gettin on to more accommodating climes.
Lar is driving me to Albany tomorrow at 3:45am.