Gryphon
Dr. Spots
Doc
There was some time taken off recently due to work demands and therefore no time left to keep you updated on the coup in the Aerie. For news up to this point, please see Coup Archives.
Der Coup ist KAPUT! 
At the height of the ordeal Doc was brutally going through all my files and alternately making gagging noises and laughing hysterically. Natasha kept herself busy by eating all my cinnamon-raisin bagels when she wasn’t taunting me with mayonnaise.
It all came to an end one day when they left me locked in a closet so they could go to a rally of some sort. Doc came back by himself and, crying uncontrollably, let me out of the closet. Almost incoherently he related the afternoon’s events.
They had gone to a campaign rally for Republican Robert F. McDonnell in his run for governor in the
Naughty Natty
Commonwealth of Virginia. The two of them were smoking El Presidente cigars and getting into the mood of the festivities. Things were starting to heat up. The crowd was being worked into a cheering mob by the candidate.
Natasha became over excited and climbed on Doc’s shoulders and began singing something in Russian. She tore off her fatigue shirt and camouflaged brassiere and began waving a pocket flag of the former U.S.S.R.. Candidate McDonnell stopped in mid sentence and stared. Soon all eyes were on the singing, bare-breasted, cigar-smoking, flag-waving Natasha. Doc tried to get her off but she clamped her muscular thighs that much tighter around his neck, cutting off his wind. He fainted and the two of them fell into the packed throng.
By this time, private security was well on the way. Three Men in Black fell on the duo and wrestled them apart. Natasha became blood lusted and starting fighting in tried and true hand-to-hand combat moves learned in the Russian Army. Two of them went down incapacitated and she was moving in on the weeping third, when 
the crowd became involved. Two Republican men in blue suits and one woman with close-cropped hair and sensible shoes descended on Natasha. Doc, meanwhile, was crawling though the crowd on his hands and knees.
Natasha made quick work of G.O.P.ers but was overwhelmed by sensible shoes. The weeping Man in Black reclaimed authority and Doc was hauled by his ankles after Natasha who was being hustled roughly through the crowd screaming obscenities in her native Slavic tongue.
They were separated and Doc did not see her again.
Eventually they released Doc after he convinced them that he did not know Natasha before meeting her at the rally and only agreed to hang out with her because she had promised him that after the rally that they would “do it like Ukrainians.” I was afraid to ask what that meant.
The final injury toll was 4 broken bones among the three Men in Black, 1 dislocated shoulder on one of the Republican
bankers, and a broken heart on sensible shoes. Doc suffered severe fatigue pants burns on his neck and grass stains on
his hands and knees. Natasha came away with a lightly lacerated Gluteus Maximus when she fell on a pint bottle of vodka in her hip pocket.
Robert McDonnell’s reputation wasn’t enhanced. Or, maybe it was. All that is politics and more in Doc’s line of work to tell.
Well, Doc was sincerely repentant of his takeover of the Aerie. He promised that he would turn control back to me. He had begun to have feelings for “Natty” (he called her “Naughty Natty”) and didn’t feel like he could continue his life without her. I soothed his damaged ego as best I could but told him that there would have to be some form of punishment for what he and Natasha had done.
All this happened last week. Doc sent Natasha, who was in INS detention, the last of his Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups which is truly touching considering his obsessive fondness for the sweet treat himself. We found out yesterday that Natasha has been deported back to her native home of Belorussia. She will be missed by exactly half of us.
Tricky Dick
Doc, for his role in the coup has been kept on as a news writer for the Aerie but has been named Foreign Correspondent and stationed in Yorba Linda, California. The contradiction between title and station is driving him crazy but not done for that purpose. I can think of very few places quite as foreign as California where even the governor doesn’t speak English.
His first assignment is to do a sentimental retrospective on the life of Richard Milhous Nixon.
It may kill him.
I am back in charge of the Aerie. I promise good things to come.
And We Thank You For Your Support.
Gryphon
The election in Virginia is this coming Tuesday.
Vote Early.
Vote Often.
Actor Tom Bosely (left) is most known for his role of Howard Cunningham, father of 
Richie Cunningham (Ron Howard), in the 70s sitcom “Happy Days.” He also had a recurring role as the sheriff on “Murder She Wrote” with Angela Lansbury.
