Murder Comes to Life

Good evening, friend. This is your host to welcome you through the creaking door into the inner sanctuary. Come in, come in. Fell over a word this morning while cleaning the ghosts out of the attic.

Long jeopardy. Means living on and on without a stop. Death dug in for keeps. A century old uncle of mine is still around, a regular, hard hill for an hill. Absolutely wild about outdoor living spends all his time haunting the garden like a century plant.

Yeah, we water in Plaijide. And I have an aunt who hasn't gone a day older since her 85th birthday, just as if time had stopped for her. Confidentially it did. Auntie died promptly at the stroke of 85.

Tonight's inner sanctum mystery, murder comes to life, was written by John Robert and stars Charles Irving in the role of John with Santa Sautéga as sorrowful. And now for our weekly busy spell. We're aboard a ship, the SS Monterey entering San Francisco harbor.

Alone deckhand leans over the rail, brooding in the front. As if keying his ears in mind to a sound in the sea. His head as if the name glances off him meaninglessly. He moves a hand across his face.

As if removing mist that cloud his vision. As if desperately anxious to accept the identity, Shire on the blank as his own. Shire on the blank. Here's your name. Her name I forgot long ago when I fell apart.

And if it is my name, I can't accept it and believe it. Why do I insist I'm someone else and run? Sean, the Blurranks, everywhere I've gone through the years, the names pursue me, demanding that I stand my ground and pace it everywhere.