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In the 'About Time' Novel:

A Birthday Gift From Macha!

Cricket spent most of her childhood in Boston, Massachusetts, with her nose buried in books. These books were always about archaeological expeditions and discoveries OR movies! Therefore, as she grew older, realizing she was not destined for show business (much to her parents relief), Cricket ended up with degrees in Archaeology and Anthropology.

Eleanor Carson had been called ‘Cricket’ since birth. Her mother told her that when she cried it sounded more like the chirrup of a cricket rather than the cry of a human baby, undoubtedly due to her premature birth weight and size. Now, barely 5'1", blonde, blue-eyed Cricket had never let her diminutive size, or voice, stop her from becoming a valued Archaeologist for the U.S. Department of Interior, Bureau of Land Management. (Known only to her closest friends and colleagues, Cricket has also maintained her fascination for the “Silver Screen,” studying actors, actresses, and movies almost as feverishly as her chosen career. Sometimes this ‘fascination’ tends to show up in her daily language and written work!)

Having worked together in the past, Dr. O’Connell felt that Cricket was destined to find a place in her newest project. She invited Cricket to attend a top secret lecture. Afterwards, Cricket almost felt as though she should drag out her collection of time-travel movies and books. However, she was wise enough to know that just about anything might be possible, given the theories and revelations of some of the world’s most astounding scientists, physicists, and even some incredible authors, such as H. G. Wells, who seemed to have had an eerie ability to predict scientific breakthroughs hundreds of years before they would become reality. You just couldn’t say ‘no’ to anything with any certainty!

Keeping an open mind was one of Cricket’s strong points, and Dr. O’Connell had been astute enough to recall this talent. Knowing Macha's reputation and determined spirit, not to mention a night of reminiscing about past friendships and adventures, Cricket had wisely chosen to join The Team!

Being part of the team destined to remain in the present seemed more of a challenge to Cricket. She knew that her archaeological expertise would come in handy, especially finding and deciphering clues left by the team who were to travel back in time. Her decisions might mean the difference between life and death...for all of them!

Oh, one more thing! Cricket also has a proven, highly developed Sixth Sense! You can trust her intuitions and gut feelings. In fact, you can just about bet your life on them!

In 'The Really Kookie Antics of Helios High School' Novel:

Click on the Juke Box for a wild ride back to 1956,
Or pick a disc for a cool slide into 2006!

Cricket is one of the coolest kids at Helios!
So, here she is!
And, here's the song that made Cricket famous in California!
It was written for Cricket and her boyfriend, Kookie!
How ginchy can you get? *S*

Here's Kookie! Combing his hair, of course!

Edward Byrnes & Connie Stevens
Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb!
From: "77 Sunset Strip"

Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

Well now, let's take it from the top and grab some wheels
We'll wail along and talk about some cuckoo deals

But Kookie, Kookie lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

Now you're on my wavelength and I'm readin' you just fine
Don't cut out of here until we get on cloud nine

But Kookie, Kookie?

I've got smog in my noggin
Ever since you made the scene

You're the utmost!

If you ever tuned me out
Dad, I'm the saddest, like I'm green

The very utmost!
Kookie? Lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

Man I got my burners lighted
And my flaps are gonna bend
You're gonna send me to that planet called
You know it baby... the end!

Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie?

If you ever cut out then I'd be a stray cat
'cause when I'm flyin' solo, nowhere's where I'm at

Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb
Kookie, Kookie!

What's with this comb caper, baby?
Why do you wanna latch onto my comb!

I just want you to stop combing your hair... and kiss me.
You're the maximum utmost!

Well I'm beamed in on dreamsville and I'm moving right now
'cause that's the kind of scene that I dig
Baby, you're the ginchiest!

Thank you for your wonderful card, Guy!
Does this mean we're going steady? *wink*

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About Time - Out of Print
The Really Kooky Antics of Helios High School - Out of Print

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Hopefully not the last post!
Aug 10, 2012 03:40 pm
Great job!!
Nov 14, 2009 05:42 pm
You are one"mean" writer *S* please continue
Sep 13, 2009 06:23 pm
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May 2008

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