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Johnny Calfhose-Information officer of the Wopotami tribe; he picks
up a phone and usually lies. He also still owes Sunrise Jennifer
bail money. What more can be said?

Arnold Subagaloo-White House Chief of Staff. He flies off the
handle (free on government aircraft) whenever anyone mentions
that he's not the President. What more can anyone say?

The rest of the personae may be of lesser importance, but it is vital
to remember that there are no small parts, only small players, and
none of ours are in that ignominious category. Each carries forth
in the grand tradition of Thespis, giving his and her all for the play,
no matter bow inconsequential the offering. "The play's the thing
wherein [we'll] catch the conscience of the king!" Or maybe some-
body.

PROLOGUE


The flames roared up into the night sky, creating massive shadows
pulsating across the painted faces of the Indians around the
bonfire. And then the chief of the tribe, bedecked in the ceremonial
garments of his office, his feathered headdress swooping down
from his immensely tall fraine to the ground below, raised his voice
in regal majesty.
"I come before you, to tell you that the sins of the white man
have brought him nothing but confrontation with the evil spirits!
They will devour him and send him into the fires of eternal
damnation! Believe me, my brothers, sons, sisters, and daughters,
the day of reckoning is before us, and we will emerge triumphant!"
The only problem for many in the chief's audience was that the
chief was a white man.
"What cookie jar did he jump out of T' whispered an elderly
member of the Wopotanii tribe to the squaw next to him.
"Shhh!" said the woman, "he's brought us a truckload of
souvenirs from China and Japan. Don't louse up a good thing,
Eagle Eyes!"

THE
ROAD
TO -OMAHA
........................

The small, decrepit office on the top floor of the government
building was from another era, which was to say nobody but the
present occupant had used it in sixty-four years and eight months.
It was not that there were dark secrets in its walls or malevolent
ghosts from the past hovering below the shabby ceiling; quite
simply, nobody wanted to use it. And another point should be made