Roaring Thunder: A Novel Of The Jet Age - Plot & Excerpts
The rooms were clean, and in the basement the Tiki Bar featured entertainment every night, including a rotating lineup of amateur and professional ladies who were happy to meet visitors from out of town. The food—steaks and a pretty good take on Trader Vic’s faux Chinese—was not bad, however, and the Windsor was centrally located and cheap. The scanty per-diem-paid military types covered the hotel bill and one or two meals a day, so even the more fastidious guests didn’t complain about the women who wore a shade too much makeup.Tom had picked Harry up at McChord Field, where he had flown in a T-33, and started back on the long, wet ride from Tacoma to the Windsor.“Is it always raining like this?”“Pretty much, but you get used to it, and when it’s not, it is so spectacularly beautiful that you won’t believe it.”Then they got started on their mutual tales of marital woe.“I tell you, Harry, I cannot understand it. You remember what a hot little number Marie was before we got married?
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