A group of senior muckedy mucks from the New York City
Transit System were due in yesterday to tour our facility and pick our brains on
our experience with electric buses over the last two years. I noted this on my
calendar a few weeks ago and did no prep work since this was going to be
answering questions and little more. That is until yesterday morning when my
excellent boss’ neck went on the fritz and all of a sudden I was in charge of
hosting the entire group.
I had to get real smart real quick – never an easy task even
under good conditions given the brain pan involved. They turned out to be a
very engaging group, even with their Yankee allegiances fully exposed. I took
them up to O’Conner’s for a typical New England (Irish) dinner which was a big
success. The food was typically awesome but the conversation even more so. We
live in different work worlds with our small fleet compared to the thousands of
buses they are responsible for but they still seemed interested in how we did
things. One of their managers had an advanced degree from M.I.T. which is
something our system certainly can’t afford. I didn’t get home until nearly 11
o’clock and then had to turn around early this morning since they wanted to
start their tour of the facility at 6a.m. (Yankee Fans!)
I finished my latest Kyle Mills’ book, Burn Factor,
which was a tough read for most part. His hero this time out was a brilliant
young female FBI analyst who stumbles upon a hidden serial killer. She doesn’t
know who to trust until she falls into company with a super intellect guy who
was previously her prime suspect. They are soon on the run from the real killer
who’s ably supported by a nefarious defense contractor (are there any other
kind?).
My main problem was the obviously brilliant pair of heroes
took a full half of the book to figure out the very apparent connection the
killer had with the defense contractor. I hate it when something so blatant is
delayed simply as a plot device when it makes no sense whatsoever. When Mills
gets them past that point and in a fight for their lives with the killer the
book truly takes off. The killer is a Nobel Prize winning brain himself and
would give Mr. Lector a run for his money in deviousness. Mills is starting to grow on me but I almost
gave up on this book before it started making sense.
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