WRONG FOOT WESTERN THEMES Previously—a brief look back at Foster Valley to get you ready you for a three piece suit Preview WrongFoot Navy—an honor to serve Marshall Brody—Western theme Foster Talent: Larry Derek Part 1—Foster gives a client a chance to get some exposure Spraythewalk—no spaces tween words means itz what it iz Alcapulco Accapella—the sea, the surf, the sound of the 50s Foster Talent: Johnny Lang—Foster gives a newcomer the time of day Foster Talent: Larry Derek Part...

Maraca Vamps on Her Wrong Foot—Who doesn’t like maracas? Foster Talent: Biff is Happy But...—Our most favorite talent agent Foster Valley meets with Happy Tooman, an old associate, who has an idea for a project Foster won’t like which has a role Happy shouldn’t play. Hobnobbin’—R U Hobnobbin’? Toasting Bread—Who doesn’t like toast? Extend-a-Dream—Keep your eyes shut and nobody gets hurt Outros/Credits

OLD SHOW 6:DEATH OF A WRONG FOOT Preview Maraca Vamps on Her Wrong Foot—Who doesn’t like maracas? Foster Talent: Biff is Happy But...—Our most favorite talent agent Foster Valley meets with Happy Tooman, an old associate, who has an idea for a project Foster won’t like which has a role Happy shouldn’t play. Hobnobbin’—R U Hobnobbin’? Toasting Bread—Who doesn’t like toast? Extend-a-Dream—Keep your eyes shut and nobody gets hurt Outros/Credits

Mack gives up half of his computing power for the hand held device he loves.  And in the end, he is less than the sum of his and her parts combined.  Sort of a self-inflicted obsolescence, you could say. 

As we wind down the old Wrong Foot, we'll be playing classic episodes in their entirety as they were first aired.   This show was first aired in March 2012.  Later in December, the motion picture "Her" opened. This is the story of Mac.  He was born a personal notebook computer from a small town in another part of the world, she got him at 25 percent discount.  As soon as he arrived, it was clear things were different.  Soon they were inseparable.  Love with a wireless connection, if you...

When Mr. Golden checked in to The Happy Ho(t)Spice, he had no intention of leaving before check-out time, following his last meal and final words, again.

Say Goodbye to the Toll Guys "Changed"—In the last installment of this mini-series, Rocky makes his getaway plan by cutting through corporate red tape, while Roger goes with gelt.   Bonus track of Roger and Rocky explaining things.

"Welcome to Exit 21"-- Roger and Rocky are forced to care about your passing    "We Take Tolls" -- Rocky and Roger become the stars of their very own reality show

They stood in a booth as life passed by.  They weren't voting.  They were taking tolls.  In this episode the guys are on the night shift, because some people drive without sunshine.  Not much to do this time of night, so Rocky gets Roger to play fantasy football using passing cars to determine the plays.  Sounds like fun, right?  No?  What does it sound like?   

They held out their hands and people put coins in them and then waited for change and on a rare occasion a receipt.   I remember like it was yesterday.  I was working at the Figtown Ferry Bridge and the boss comes over and says they're trading me to another toll booth.  I said, what?  He said they made a deal with the Turnpike Authority.  The NE Regional Highway Interchange, which operated the Figtown Ferry Bridge independently, was going to get Myra Fontaine and I was going over to Exit 21...

The Toll Story Back by demand, the adventures of two men stuck in their lanes with on-coming traffic and no one to turn to, but each other.   In this episode Rocky tries to get Roger to admit his failings as a human being, which can only be corrected by following Rocky’s advice to venture into new territory with a scheme to start a pet identification company that leaves a permanent mark on animals.   Will Roger recognize the potential of this plan or will he follow his fears and remain...

Your Name Bank Negotiations He Who Knocksworst (Lunchtime Playhouse) Giant Check Bank

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   He made his move.  I made mine.  Mine was towards the pile of garments a few feet to my right.  His move was towards me.  I had the crucial decision whether to put on my briefs or grab the essentials before I was grabbed.  He moved fast for a man who seemed to relax on life support and got hold of my arm.  Was I about to enter a sparring match with this old coot?  And if so, is it billable time?

     Before Buttercup could cipher his way through this unexpected set of circumstances, Delicacy Smoke had pulled up and opened the passenger door to her Buick.   Almost as if she was waiting for me to tell her I had something she might want to know about.  We pulled out of the Breezy’s parking lot before I could close my door.  When I did, I could see in the passenger side mirror my former suitors discussing whether or not to follow us.    "Would you like to know where we’re going?," she...

"Now where you going?" "I'm going to back-track." "Just make the next possible left." "When did they make this a one-way street?" "When they put those signs with the arrows up." "If I take Montgomery, I can pick up 42." "There's construction on 42." "If you take this thing off my head, maybe I can help you find your way," I said. "Don't make me reach back there and smack you, mister!" "That's what my father used to say when we took family trips," I said. "Mine, too." "Buttercup,...

       "They wanted bigger nuts and they were, but the Swiss couldn't spit 'em out fast enough." "The Swiss were making them?" "No, they couldn't spit 'em out of their mouths fast enough.  They tasted like dirt. You see a black walnut, might as well be called the black widow, cause she's death.  Her bark is worse than her bite.  Poison, plain and simple.  You don't mix nothing with a black walnut.  Nothing that you want to … savor." I could see this was more than just an old piece of local...

The sign on the car said Pat Dab Properties.  The sign on Flip Gab might well have said, Property of Pat Dab.  The one on his front.  The one on his back, Kick Me.  I’m sure he thought an easy sale was coming down the pike, but we were on local roads.  The only property I needed to investigate was the little fellow with all the signs I told you about.  And I was already dressed like a deep sea fisherman, so all I needed was a little bait to bring him in.  A little chum for my little chum.

My pedometer read 14,241 steps which meant my dogs were barking for a sit-and-stay after my long day of sniffing around Nountown.  I still wasn't sure what I was looking for or how much of it I might find.   I was still a good 50 yards from the Breezy Inn and maybe my weariness was driving my mind off its path, but a big, blue Buick drove me into the muddy ditch skirting the roadway.   I could barely see the driver except to spot a kerchief on her head and I'm guessing it was a her, but I'd...

Yeah, the Boss always wanted to see me.  Wanted to see me with a suitcase, getting ready to hit the road.  But when you hit the road, the road often hits back.  But I’m getting too far ahead of myself.  I am Raymond J. Tracker, a consultant.  People pay me to tell them what’s wrong and then they pay me to tell them how to fix it.  And sometimes they pay me to tell them how they should fix it in a more detailed way, which can be mistaken for telling them how to do their job.  The Boss likes...