Bonnie Lea

The Gumshoe Misfits Bonnie Lea

Ah, there is another person looking at me as though I am off my rocker. Just because I have started dictating into a hands-free tape player to keep records and perhaps help me solve a case I am working on and to have memoirs for my later years, people have a tendency to think that I am talking to myself. Perhaps, in a way, I am. These new gadgets, they have no tape or CD and are marvelous. I have an earpiece that looks like the hands-free phone headset that I talk into. The tape player, which is no bigger than a candy bar, stays in my pocket. At the end of the day, I can download onto my stick on my computer until I have a chance to type them onto paper. So let them look on. I will smile and keep on talking.