Frank Arcilesi has a degree in Mass Communications; and Mathematics from Towson State University in Maryland. He has written numerous stories, and articles on collecting, travel and other topics, and has financial and business experience.
By Toni Hull of Epic Book Promotions:
Frank Arcilesi has recently authored Everyday a Bird Learns How to Fly.
Montgomery Village, Maryland is an area of rolling green hills, beautiful parks and cherry blossoms. Dubbed 'The Best Hometown in Maryland', Montgomery Village is a short train ride from Washington DC, and less than an hour's drive from Baltimore. Along with 40,000 other people, Frank Arcilesi calls Montgomery Village his home.
The air was crisp and the sky was bright the October morning that I asked Mr. Arcilesi to fill me in on his novel Every Day a Bird Learns How to Fly, and his life in general.
"I grew up in Baltimore, Maryland with my mom, dad and older brother. The city had a special charm with its small ethnic neighborhoods and friendly people. Of course there were the Orioles and Baltimore Colts, until they (Colts) were unceremoniously hijacked at midnight by the Mayflower vans. Johnny Unitas and Brooks and Frank Robinson were my heroes.
When I was a kid my mom worked as a buttonhole maker in a custom suit factory and my dad pressed garments. These were tedious un-fun jobs but they kept food on the table for my brother and me. School was a little out of the ordinary. My high school was all male and we had to rent female cheerleaders from other schools for our football games. We never knew if they were really cheering for our team or the opposition." Today the cheerleaders are more honest in their enthusiasm since the school is now coed. Later I attended college just eight miles north of Baltimore at Towson State University. That is where I studied mass communications and mathematics. I'll let you decide which one I found boring."
"How about favorite places?"
"Antiques shops are fascinating and I will stop at any new one I discover. I also love to drive through the countryside of Pennsylvania during the fall. In the summer though, my favorite spot is the resort town of Ocean City, Maryland, with its sandy beach and long, long boardwalk stretching past the many souvenir shops and food stands. I also like to search the small resort town for new restaurants specializing in fine seafood. There are some excellent ones which I discovere...
This is a short story. Political humor. Do all our politicians talk this way behind closed doors? Let's hope not. There's defintely no phoney PR talk here as the mythical governor of a northern state has a nitty gritty conversation as he shares his crude blunt philosphy and thoughts about people and politics with his aide on a car ride to a PR function.
Excerpt:
"Oh yeah, I forgot. And refresh my memory--what the hell are we going there for?" I mean, what have they to offer us?"..........
......."And what speech am I giving tonight. Not that damn thing about global warming again!"……..
The governor bristled. "I hope you've got that teleprompter thing fixed this time. I almost made a damn fool of myself last week at the Press Club with that damn global warming speech. The damn speech started running backwards halfway through, then restarted and it took me a while to notice it. And that nitwit idiot running the thing—what's his name?
"Seymour."
"Right, that Seymour idiot. That idiot fool couldn't get the damn thing running right and I can't remember crap from memory. Where did we get that imbecile anyway?"
"Mrs. Harrison's son."
"Who!"
"Mrs. Harrison--Chairwoman of the local Women's Liberation Group. President of the local teacher's union, Chairwoman of Women Against War……….
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........."You mean the Journal of The Free Citizens Republic."
"Yeah that outfit. Have we succeeded in getting those bastards audited yet?
"No sir. Our contact at IRS wants more charity gift cards."
"Well damn son, give them to her. What's her name—Sitch, Fitch, B____H or something like that?"
"You mean Miss Flitchley."
"Yeah I remember now—Miss Flitchley, the tax b____h."
"As you say governor."…………….
".........The mayor and his AIDES will just have to suck it up for a while. Say, he's still s_______ng that b______ secretary of his isn't he?"
"You mean Miss Jameson?"
"Yeah MISS Jameson—Miss strawberries on shortcake--that redheaded skirt flipping b____."
Beckman cleared his throat. "Well sir, I do believe there is still a COVERT relationship going on in that department."
"I take it that means he's still s________ her. I wouldn't say it's covert. He's so open with it, it's a wonder the papers haven't printed something about it. He let's his dog out to piss and everybody knows what tree he peed on. What a ….
Título : The Governor's Aide
EAN : 9781370243983
Editorial : Frank Arcilesi
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