Nice Meeting Place

As I was leaving my day job, my myrth-hearing picked up the faintest whispering plea for help. And faster than you can translate “muckadaymashkeekiwabu” from Ojibwe, I raced back into the revolving door and exclaimed, “This is a job for MYRTHMAN!!!”

I was off to the myrthmobile as fast as the crossing signal allowed! I really wish my myrth-speed worked during rush hour, but such is Houston! Anyway, all is well at this great place to meet! There’s a well-hid container, a log sheet, and a happy CO!

Now, to take off my cape and put on my teaching hat... Hey! Where’d he go?!

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