<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Painted on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/painted/</link><description>Recent content in Painted on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/painted/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Short Man, Big Man &amp; Co</title><link>/stories/2011/08/31/short-man-big-man-co/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/08/31/short-man-big-man-co/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a very long night, and the small mid-town apartment was a dump. Officer Anne Frank was tired of getting the crappy stakeouts that never had anything to gain. The apartment overlooked a warehouse, about two blocks away. From this point, she could see both entrances, and the side loading docks; making anything going in or out of the premises impossible to miss. There had not been a truck, car or van near the place in two days. It was obviously empty, and she did not know if anyone was going to show up. After all the layoffs around the docks, this was not unusual, even the busy warehouses were at half staff, and most had part time shifts. This end of the docks was really slow by 3:00pm every day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>