How Long to Read Article VIII

How Long Does it Take to Read Article VIII?

It takes the average reader 5 hours and 8 minutes to read Article VIII by C.B. Kerns

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CHAPTER I Monday “Jeazel Pete is at it again. The investigation into the death of a local undercover agent continues. Wildfires are ravaging the west. The Vice President’s ahead in the latest polls. And it looks like it’s going to be clear for the weekend,” the TV announcer said although nobody was really listening as the sound softly filled the almost empty hotel lobby. “We’ll be back in two minutes with the details here on WKYT-27,” he continued. I glanced down from the TV perched on the wall as the commercial began. “What channel is that in the room...” I asked the receptionist as I glanced at her name tag adding “...Debbie?” “That’s channel eight, sir.” “OK. I want to catch the weather.” “$52.25 is your change and here’s your key. Have you ever stayed here before, sir,” she asked with a smile. I nodded in the affirmative and she continued. “Well good, you’re in room 315, which is in the first building on the right when you come into the parking lot, it’s the one next to the indoor pool. Check out is 12 noon. Enjoy your stay at the Cumberland Inn.” I counted out my change like a miser and then picked up the key-card from the counter top. “Thanks” I said as I turned and walked out to the parking lot. As I glanced around I thought, man, this is a nice place, much nicer than I remembered. Double spiral staircase, baby grand...don’t touch the keys, an elegant portrait of the founders, looking stately in their golden years, hung over the fireplace which had a mantle that must’ve been over a hundred and fifty years old. Upon the tables, strategically placed around the lobby, were books which had equally elegant, multi-colored bindings, all with a look of age that said, ‘I’ve been here a while’. I don’t know how I missed all this stuff the other times I had been here. But that was work and I was always in a hurry to check in and get to my room. As I walked through the double set of glass doors I saw a grounds keeper standing by my ’85 Nissan pick up. He turned and looked at me and said, “Good Afternoon.” “Afternoon...uh, Doug,” I returned, glancing at his nametag. “I was just admiring your bumper stickers, you’re sure getting around,” he said motioning to the tailgate of my truck with his eyes and a slight movement of his head. “They look kinda new.” On my tailgate were 11 bumper stickers indicating that I was a tourist. Some placed horizontally, some vertically and others at angles. The stickers appear to be placed haphazardly, but there is a grand plan to this madness. “Yeah,” I chuckled. “I’m doing some sightseeing and I want to see if I can cover the whole tailgate before I head back home.” That wasn’t quite the truth, but he would never know. He chuckled like he understood why I was doing it, but I could tell he didn’t share my enthusiasm for my effort. “We’ve got some in the lobby, do you want me to get you one?” “Sure, I didn’t even see ‘em in there,” I said. “I was too taken in by the setting. Man, this is a pretty nice place, especially for being so far in the middle of nowhere. What’s the scoop here anyway?” “Well, it’s actually owned by the college, Cumberland College that is, and one of the main focuses of the college is accommodation and comfort management. Hotel/motel management, you know,” he said like I was having trouble understanding his meaning. “Most of the people working here are students working through the summer and getting some extra credits to boot.” “That’s pretty cool.” I said as I nodded my head and looked him in the eye. “Let me get that sticker for you.” He turned to walk into the lobby. I glanced at my watch and I thought about how badly I just wanted to get to my room. After what seemed like an hour Doug came struggling through the heavy glass doors. “That door is tough,” he mumbled as he came through and walked up to the back of my truck where I waited for him. “We’ve got two of them, take your pick.” “Gimme the one the says CUMBERLAND INN – KENTUCKY” As he peeled the back off he asked, “Any place particular?” “Yeah, right under the one for Niagara, up and down” I replied. I knew that he had no idea what pattern I was trying to achieve, but the way he said it, I sensed that he knew there was an underlying plan to this random disorder. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wad of change from Debbie. From the crumpled bills I fished out the two one dollar bills and tried to iron out the wrinkles with my hand by pulling the bills, one at a time, through my first two fingers. After three or four swipes of each bill I handed then to Doug saying, “Thanks.” “No, thanks,” Doug said with a tone of genuine wholesomeness. I just had a feeling he was a country boy. But, I also sensed that he was a little embarrassed to take my gratuity. “Hey man, if you are going to make your career in the ‘accommodation and comfort management’ business you’d better get use to accepting tips. That’s part of the fringe benefits of the profession, the perks, you know,” I said as I looked at him trying to get him to take the money from my extended hand. I didn’t want to make the kid feel bad, but I did want him to accept this tip. “Thanks,” he said as he finally relented and accepted my money. It seemed like this was a big step for him. I could just imagine him being raised as a Boy Scout doing a good deed every day, running to the mailbox for his grandmother, helping a neighbor with farm chores, or shoveling the sidewalk and driveway for some unfortunate who could not do for themselves and getting the good feeling that comes from helping others in need. And here I was trying to force him to surrender that instilled kindness for a few measly bucks. “I’m Doug Chaster. If you need anything just let me know.” He took the bills and stuffed them into his pocket without even counting them, or even looking at them. “OK, Doug,” I said as I opened the truck door and sat behind the wheel. Through the opened window I said, “I’ll be here for a few days, so I’ll see you around.” As I pulled out of the loading zone I heard a faint “Have a nice day,” coming from Doug. I glanced at him and waved briefly saying, “Thanks!” That’s one expression I hate. Half the time the sentiment seems false and, frankly, I don’t know what to say in response. I don’t feel right saying, “Have a nice day,” because I don’t know most of the people who say it to me, and frankly, I don’t care if they have a nice day or not. The people that I know don’t say that to each other. Usually the best I can get out in response is a feeble, “You, too.” I slowly pulled through the parking lot looking at the rooms listed on the plaques located above each building’s entryway. That was easy, but considering there are only two buildings it shouldn’t have been that hard. I pulled into a parking spot that was isolated from the other four cars parked at that end of the parking lot. I glanced at my watch as I opened the truck door. That little encounter with Doug may have caused me to miss the weather on TV. I grabbed the straps to the two duffel bags in the king cab area of the truck. Pulling and tugging on them I struggled to squeeze them through the gap between the driver’s seat and the door opening. They popped through and hit the blacktop with a small thud. I positioned the straps so that I could pick them up, sling them over my shoulder and have a free hand to pick up the zippered canvas bag I had in the bed of the truck.

How long is Article VIII?

Article VIII by C.B. Kerns is 304 pages long, and a total of 77,216 words.

This makes it 103% the length of the average book. It also has 94% more words than the average book.

How Long Does it Take to Read Article VIII Aloud?

The average oral reading speed is 183 words per minute. This means it takes 7 hours and 1 minute to read Article VIII aloud.

What Reading Level is Article VIII?

Article VIII is suitable for students ages 12 and up.

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