Boulder Noir: A Good Time For Brain Storm #42, Free CBD.

Frank Bronski was in his borrowed office at his borrowed desk,
thinking. Frank was not what he would call a wise head, what most people today would call smart but he had his moments. He just had a brain storm, which in Franks case was usually the sign of a brain cell dying and giving up its last thoughts. Yes plural, we’ll give Frank the benefit of the doubt.

Frank would credit the Scotch but the brain cell dying is a better bet.

He had come up with an idea to help pare down the multiple Steve Simpson doppelgängers that existed in Boulder. Now the problem was much more than just selecting the guy named “Steve Simpson”, because wouldn’t you know the names of the three guys listed on the internet were, S. Simpson, Sam Sims and Jon S. Doe. The last guy dropped the usual “h” so as not to make it appear too obvious. This guy was a real Einstein.

His idea was a variation of a copper device he’d seen on various police shows. They usually had a list no good punks who had warrants out for them but who disappeared 1

They would trap them by notifying them the had won some gift.
To get them they had to a specific destination to pick them up whereupon they would get arrested. Go directly to jail and do not collect your gift. The cops couldn’t find these guys but strangely enough the crooks picked up their mail.

Go figure.

Frank always thought that was a pretty wise idea. For Boulder he thought he would need a little different idea but since pot was now legal he didn’t think that would attract anyone let alone middle aged men. His alternative was CBD oil2. Today’s panacea for aches, mood swings and pain in the ass bosses. He didn’t know a middle aged man who wouldn’t try anything new to tackle the new aches and pains that were suddenly cropping up.

Thanks to the magic of the internet Frank had the doppelgängers addresses and now he needed to concoct a letter and a questionnaire that would help identify the real Steve Simpson. Fortunately he only had to make three copies of the same letter. He was on a thin budget and any savings helped.

Dear Sir,

We have a wonderful product for you free of charge.

We have developed a new type of CBD oil guaranteed to get rid of all your
aches and pains and help you deal with pains of the non physical variety in your life.

The new product is Final Frontier CBD. We’ve gathered experienced stoner Trekkies from the area and have crafted the purest non THC containing CBD oil on the market. Just show up to 1313 Pearl Street on the third Monday in this month anytime between 8am to 8 pm. Once there your only requirement will be to present this letter and fill out a simple questionnaire before picking up your free CBD oil.

It will be, um, cool to meet you.

Yours truly,

FF CBD LTD

Frank thought the more acronyms the better.

Now he just had to send the letters and wait for the CBD lineup Monday.

What could go wrong.

Note: 42? Apparently a number in the title will get the blog post more clicks. Sometimes I just go with it. I am sure Frank has had more than 42 brain storms.

Boulder Noir: The Town is Still a Little Quirky.

Long after Allen Ginsburg, Timothy Leary and Mork left their mark on Boulder Colorado, it continues to be shall we say a little quirky . It’s not as obvious as it once was but if one were to slow down and pay attention, signs of quirkiness will reveal themselves.

“I sat at the leftover desk in my “abandoned” office pondering my discussion with the entity I call the shadow. I tried not to stare at it. Besides being rude it was very difficult to focus on . For all practical purposes it was an actual shadow but from time to time a face would appear along with a shimmer. I could not even begin to describe it’s appearance. It showed up when talking and it was just too freaky to look at it for longer than a second or two.”

“Enough of what the shadow did or did not look like. What it said was really strange”

“Time flows like a river. Sometimes water forms eddies and pools around transient objects and allow for something wonderful to be exposed or to join the river itself.”

Yeah he’s from Boulder alright. Enough of the guys soliloquy. The bottom line is there has always been some strangeness to Boulder and no one knows exactly why. It could be ghosts of Chief Niwot, remnants from the Beat and the “Tune In and Drop Out” generations or aliens left behind by Mork and Mindy but there are phenomena that can not be explained. Once such phenomenon is that the town seems to be a magnet for an unusual amount of dopplegangers. In detective speak “dead on lookalikes.”

The shadow had no explanation or at least nothing beyond the eddy speech which didn’t clarify anything and maybe he threw that in to make him more mysterious. I consider that a wasted effort because he is a freakin talking shadow. Nothing added it to it would make it more mysterious.

It turns out Steve Simpson, the potential philanderer who’s wife had hired me, has at least one known dead on lookalike and probably more.

My first case had just gone from simple to complex and really quirky. If there are a degrees of quirkiness. I’m going to earn my dough on this one. Now fortunately I’ve kept up on internet technology and I know that Google has a feature that can do image searches across the internet. If found it will give you the source, where it was found, of the image. So if it was found in a local paper or a magazine or even TV or film, It will tell you that.

The good news is that it found the image of Steve Simpson. The bad news is that it found 3 guys that look like him in a 10 square mile radius of Boulder .

I thought “This definitely puts me behind the eight ball. Time to rack my brain,” and I reached for the bottle of GlenBargain.

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