I knew he was a glocker crewman the first time I saw him. The skinsuit gives them away; the working stiffs never bother to unfasten their gloves, even in civic pressure or on a planetary surface. He was sitting disconsolate in one of the little bars near the old cargo port on Smitty's World.
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Merry Christmas, Bobbi!
Merry Christmas, Roberta....and thanks for the story!
Reading this little gem on Boxing Day ... still a holiday here in the remnants of the British Empire. I know your Christmas was a happy and successful one, Roberta. Have a great week and the two of you gird yourselves for the end of the year.
Regards.
Happy belated Christmas, and thanks for the story. I liked the gentleman's locution: there was a bit of Gwilym Morgan (and maybe a touch of Dai Bando) in it, but unique as well.
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