Harlan Made Me

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Nick Brennan is sitting at home when an old friend drops in for a visit. Their conversation inspires Nick to make a big change in his life.

Submitted: December 23, 2017

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Submitted: December 23, 2017



We meet people in our lives everyday. That is just one of the "perks" of being a member of the human species. Whether we want to admit to it or not, human interaction plays a huge role in how we live our lives. Personally, I didn't really care for human interaction. All I wanted was to be left alone.

Harlan Sinclair on the other hand, wasn't gonna let me be alone.

Harlan was an old friend from my days in Journalism. A legendary reporter, Harlan covered anything and everything possible under is "Sinclair Spotlight" column. A man of medium height and build, his green eyes always had a twinkle of mischief and his beard was always well groomed. We had traveled together for 4 years when we covered European Politics. Harlan in fact, was the one who encouraged me to write books.

I was at my home in Ridgeview, contemplating a return to Montana. I had just published a novel called "My Chevy, My Map And Me". It was a failure and I felt the pain of it all over. I had decided that writing was no longer for me after that. It had been four months and I still didn't have an answer for what my next move was. I was fine financially, but in truthfulness I was bored.

Jimmy Ibbotson was singing " Telluride" on the radio and I was contemplating a move to there when I heard a knock at the door.

Getting up, I made it half way to the door when it opened.

"You lazy bastard. You only listen to cheesy 1980's pop. What is this?" Harlan said.

We shook hands and went to the living room. Harlan was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and tight Wrangler jeans. I laughed.

"You look like a weird cross between Chuck Norris and Magnum PI." I said.

"Style my boy. That's all it is." Harlan said.

I handed him a Pepsi. He took a sip.

"I heard your latest book sucked." Harlan said.

"Way to keep it simple," I said.

"Novels are hard work. Not everyone can write one." Harlan said.

I knodded in agreement.

"Truthfully, I hadn't read it yet. I bought it but was gonna read it after my trip." Harlan said.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"Florida. Ft Lauderdale to be exact. I got hired by a Newsradio Company to cover an election down there. Senate Campaign. Gonna be boring." Harlan said.

"I'm glad I don't cover politics anymore." I said.

"You only liked the expense account." Harlan said.

"And?" We both laughed.

"It's great to see you Harlan. It has been way to long. Almost 5 years, I believe." I said.

"Yeah, right about the time you left The Gazzette." Harlan said.

"How long are you here for?" I asked.

It was then that Harlan pulled something out of his jacket. It was a blue piece of paper. I took it from him and read it.

"Sinclair Brennan Entertainment," I read. "Very nice."

"I am looking to do a podcast." Harlan said.

"Isn't everybody?" I asked.

Harlan leaned forward. His intensity was showing. I took attention.

"You wouldn't believe how successful podcasts are. Topics on everything and anything. I wanna do one about two old reporters sharing stories. Think about it. Sinclair Spotlight and Best of Brennan. We have two of the most respected columns in the world. We can be entertaining as hell and making people listen. I wanna start this company 50-50. It will be fun." Harlan said.

"I don't know man. I really don't. Do we know anything about podcasts?" I said

"I have the equipment. Just come with me to Florida. Oh, I almost forgot." Harlan said.

He reached for his jacket and handed me a press pass. I laughed.

"I have no plans of being a journalist. I did that once and I do not want to do it again." I said.

"Well, you technically aren't reporting anything. Your classified as a researcher. I'm gonna split my fee with you and we can record a couple of episodes as a trial. What do you think?" Harlan said.

Sitting there, letting every bit of information sink in, I knew what my answer was.

"We will leave first thing in morning." I said.

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