THE LOAD(ed) QUESTIONER
My afternoon catnap in the executive suite at the Phlegm Building in downtown O’Fallon, Mo., was quickly shattered by the urgent ringing of my padded cell phone. Placing the offending object in the general area of my head, I grunted a weak hello.
“Martin, I need a Chevy-only quiz for Max Chevy," the voice barked.
It was publisher Burk.
“Chevy only,” I thought. “What do I know about Chevys? I had just one auto shop class in my life, got an ‘F.’ And besides, how many people on the good ship Lollipop, care about ONLY Chevys. What about Packards, Kaisers, Ramblers, or, for that matter, Diamond Reo cement mixers?”
I leaned around the edge of my cubicle and sputtered.
“One question or five?”
“Five.”