Quote from: tomswift2002 on March 12, 2024, 07:28:32 AMI just saw on the news that 1970's hit maker, Eric Carmen died yesterday. His Hardy Boys connection is that he wrote Shaun Cassidy's #1 hit "That's Rock 'N' Roll" )"(from Cassidy's self-titled album) that was featured on the 1977-1979 The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries. Shaun Cassidy also recorded "Hey Deanie" for his second 1977 album, "Born Late" and the song was also featured in the show as well. Both songs were included on Cassidy's 1979 "Shaun Cassidy Live" album.Yes- sad news indeed. I saw Shaun Cassidy post a nice tribute to Eric Carmen on his Facebook page. I pray God brings comfort to Mr. Carmen's family and friends. I watched "The Mystery of the Flying Courier" of The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries last night in tribute.
Quote from: MacGyver on February 27, 2024, 01:59:34 AMHonestly, that's one thing I like about reading these books now. It's nice to be back in a world for a bit where it doesn't feel like technology has taken over everything.
Quote from: tomswift2002 on February 26, 2024, 08:49:09 AMReading Terror On Track shows the datedness of the book. At one point Frank and Joe receive a telegram when the train pulls into a station, and then there are a few times where they want to update Fenton, however they can't because they do not have a cellphone, whereas nowadays in 2024, they probably both would have had a cell (along with the conductor, who after Andrew Driscoll is found murdered, says that he needs to let the engineer know to radio the station ahead to have the police waiting to come aboard and conduct an investigation) that they could have called Fenton, even if they had entered an area with no cellphone reception for a little while, rather than waiting. (Of course there were cellphones in 1991, but outside of big cities the reception was spotty. Also they were expensive.)
Quote from: NZone on February 24, 2024, 12:34:28 PMThis book contains one of the few instances of Frank being a flirt:That is pretty funny!
Quote"Can't you watch where you're going?" a female voice demanded.
Joe stepped back. The woman he'd rammed in to seemed to be in her early twenties. Her eyes were green, and her honey blond hair just touched her shoulders. She wore a green blouse and black jeans. Hanging from her slim neck was a camera fitted with a small tele-photo lens. At her feet was a brown suitcase. "Sorry," Joe said.
Frank picked up the girl's case. "Forgive my brother," he said. "He's the family klutz."
The woman glanced from Joe to Frank. Her full lips relaxed into a slight smile. "Your brother?" she said.
"I'm Frank Hardy, and, yes, he's my brother, Joe." Frank nodded toward Andrew Driscoll.
"And this is our friend Andrew."
"Pleased to meet you," the young woman replied. "I'm Talia Neiman." She gestured at the platform. "I'm taking the Chicago train. Are you traveling or just meeting someone?"
"We're on the Chicago train, too," Frank said.
"Maybe we'll bump into each other again," Talia said with a grin. "Or maybe-hey, Frank, want to catch a late lunch in the dining car?"
Frank's eyebrows went up. "Sure."
Talia gave him a smile. "Good. Long train trips get so boring without someone to talk to. Shall we say three-fifteen?"
Frank nodded, and Talia set off across the platform and disappeared in the crowd.
"If I knew that's what happened on long-distance trips, I'd take the train more often," Andrew said.
"Some people are just born lucky," Frank told him with a grin. "Come on, let's find our compartments."
. . .
Picking up a towel, Frank went out into the corridor to wash his face in the lavatory. He filled the basin and splashed cool, refreshing water on his face.
"Beautifying yourself for lunch?" Joe asked Frank as he returned. He was still a little jealous. "She should have asked me. I'm the one who bumped into her." He gave his brother an evil smile. "Funny how she looks a little like Callie Shaw."
At the mention of his girlfriend's name Frank's head snapped around. "You know, she does." For a second he felt slightly guilty.
"But don't worry. I won't tell Callie that you go out with strange women whenever her back is turned. You can trust me, Frank." Joe was enjoying teasing his brother.
"It's just lunch," Frank protested.
"Sure. Just think of Callie while you're out enjoying your lunch. And maybe you can spare a thought for Andrew and me, while you're putting pleasure in front of business."