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Show Acting Alone Page 22 "Sammy here. The hell are you?" "Sammy old man! How's the weather up there in Iowa? Scorcher down here!" "Mmnf. Say, Mike, the reason I called. May I speak hypothetically to you for a moment? And then, depending on your gut reactions, maybe I'll speak a little more firmly about something big that is going on up here. Something real big. Bottom line, it could mean dozens of thousands of big samolians for the both of us, if you catch my drift." "I'm all ears, Sammy, you know it!" Respect. Vocal inflections of attentiveness and respect over the phone were what Sam was in this racket for, he decided. Sam slightly exaggerated the firmness of the personal committment that he and the hostage enjoyed at this point in time; but he got stroked with respect from the most successful and formidable of his little Jewish prepschool friends. If everything else turned to shit, Sam would have this at least. Just like in the song: R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me! So, one day Sam excused classes for a week and a half or a month and made a date with Shannon to cruise ninety miles due north to Kiev, Nebraska, the rustic home of Sergeant Spikey Wamsutter: Marine extraordinaire, former Iran hostage, current American saint, and first cousin to Sam's number-one A-plus student. What more personal connection was needed? Sam was positive that Norman |