Fodor a CIA Agent?
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Aug 19th, 2004 | 02:11 PM
#27
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Message: "When Eugene Fodor died a few years ago an article about him seemed to indicate he was a CIA cooperative in Europe. Any truth to this - I don't care, just curious!"
My father was affiliated with the CIA when we lived in the Netherlands, a hotbed of espionage activity. One of his cohorts was indeed Eugene Fodor, that most dismally UNcooperative of all CIA cooperatives.
As you know, the Company employs convoluted means of communication, the better to stymie the enemy, and code names.
There was a particular mechanism in place by which to summon Mr. Fodor to clandestine meetings. It involved a cumbersome box strapped at all times to my father's left shin.
Opening the box required the use of seven coded keys and, evidently, the fervent recitation of elaborate Bulgarian curses.
From the box, my father would carefully extract a golden vessel engraved with arcane inscriptions.
"Now", he would solemnly intone, "I shall summon Eugene."
But no matter how vigorously he rubbed the golden vessel, no matter how often he whispered, "Come out, Genie, come out!", Mr. Fodor remained stubbornly secluded within.
Needless to say, the man's CIA career was short-lived. Thereafter, Eugene AKA Genie Fodor, social pariah, had no choice but to align himself with other ridiculed outcasts of the same pestiferous class: tourists.
My father was affiliated with the CIA when we lived in the Netherlands, a hotbed of espionage activity. One of his cohorts was indeed Eugene Fodor, that most dismally UNcooperative of all CIA cooperatives.
As you know, the Company employs convoluted means of communication, the better to stymie the enemy, and code names.
There was a particular mechanism in place by which to summon Mr. Fodor to clandestine meetings. It involved a cumbersome box strapped at all times to my father's left shin.
Opening the box required the use of seven coded keys and, evidently, the fervent recitation of elaborate Bulgarian curses.
From the box, my father would carefully extract a golden vessel engraved with arcane inscriptions.
"Now", he would solemnly intone, "I shall summon Eugene."
But no matter how vigorously he rubbed the golden vessel, no matter how often he whispered, "Come out, Genie, come out!", Mr. Fodor remained stubbornly secluded within.
Needless to say, the man's CIA career was short-lived. Thereafter, Eugene AKA Genie Fodor, social pariah, had no choice but to align himself with other ridiculed outcasts of the same pestiferous class: tourists.
How many candles ?
Aug 20th, 2004 | 10:28 AM
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Thank you, Scarlett. Of course, I'll never tell. No one in NYC knows the truth and why should they? Looking good and having health is all that matters. Why spoil that with someone's preconception of the meaning behind numbers.
Aug 20th, 2004 | 10:54 AM
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Actually, the Black & Decker got a little too close as I gave my best <i>blow</i> 
and I ended up with a new haircut. Thank God the wispy look is in. Now, if someone can tell me what to do with the bald patch. (No comments from Holly, please.)
and I ended up with a new haircut. Thank God the wispy look is in. Now, if someone can tell me what to do with the bald patch. (No comments from Holly, please.)
