Happy Birthday to Agent Molo!
It's the very last day of June, the summer's upon us, the water's fine, and the daylight stretches right into night hours. We would be remiss in wishing farewell to the lovely and magical month of June if we did not first wish a special, heartfelt happy birthday to the incomparable Agent Molo - aka Morgan Logan.
Molo - I am a greedy consumer of your Starsky & Hutch stories. I read them with tremendous pleasure and excitement and admiration. You have such a great handle on the guys. There they are - wrapped up by your words in angst or hurt or cases or confusion - where they shine through in spirit and presence. I swear, in your stories, I can see them come to life! Your skill is incredible, your respect for them pure and clean, and the way you write Hutch just tugs at my heart.
May you have a birthday and a year ahead that is as wonderful as the stories you write.
Best-
-Angel
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Oh...hold on...I think the boys are passing through on their way to Huggy's, where they will tip one in your honor!
Starsky: Hutch, I sure enjoy celebrating Molo's birthday. Huggy gives us drinks and tacos on the house!
Hutch: That's my boy. Measuring evey single event by what's in store for his stomach.
Starsky: After we get our treats, let's go home and I'll read you a nice Molo story. Maybe "Jericho." That's my favorite...she hurt you darn good in that one. You know her motto when it comes to you --
Starsky & Hutch together: "MUST HURT WUBBIE!"
Starsky: Heh. You Wubbie, you. I got an idea. Let's go see her and give her a birthday spanking.
Hutch: No. She wouldn't like that.
Starsky: Okay then. Let's go see her and sing her a birthday song.
Hutch: Heck, no. She might not like the song we choose.
Starsky: Fine. Let's get Huggy to bake you into a birthday cake and deliver you to her door. I'm pretty sure she'd like that.
Hutch: You think?
Starsky & Hutch: Happy birthday, Agent Molo!
Molo - I am a greedy consumer of your Starsky & Hutch stories. I read them with tremendous pleasure and excitement and admiration. You have such a great handle on the guys. There they are - wrapped up by your words in angst or hurt or cases or confusion - where they shine through in spirit and presence. I swear, in your stories, I can see them come to life! Your skill is incredible, your respect for them pure and clean, and the way you write Hutch just tugs at my heart.
May you have a birthday and a year ahead that is as wonderful as the stories you write.
Best-
-Angel
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Oh...hold on...I think the boys are passing through on their way to Huggy's, where they will tip one in your honor!
Starsky: Hutch, I sure enjoy celebrating Molo's birthday. Huggy gives us drinks and tacos on the house!
Hutch: That's my boy. Measuring evey single event by what's in store for his stomach.
Starsky: After we get our treats, let's go home and I'll read you a nice Molo story. Maybe "Jericho." That's my favorite...she hurt you darn good in that one. You know her motto when it comes to you --
Starsky & Hutch together: "MUST HURT WUBBIE!"
Starsky: Heh. You Wubbie, you. I got an idea. Let's go see her and give her a birthday spanking.
Hutch: No. She wouldn't like that.
Starsky: Okay then. Let's go see her and sing her a birthday song.
Hutch: Heck, no. She might not like the song we choose.
Starsky: Fine. Let's get Huggy to bake you into a birthday cake and deliver you to her door. I'm pretty sure she'd like that.
Hutch: You think?
Starsky & Hutch: Happy birthday, Agent Molo!