I'm walkin' to New Orleans.Posted by Fat Man at June 10, 2014 4:18 AM
"Drama of the Day" sounds better in French, has a better alibi.
Every morning, before the break of day, I chase the vestiges of blues away with a strong cuppa black tea and a ciggie (Danish shag, a nice jolt).
Sometimes I get to drifting, lose sight of shore. This column gets me farther out faster.
"Ship to shore,
Can't see the coastline anymore;
I shouldn't be here,
I thought I made that loud and clear" Hiatt
Oh, comments. Er, um yeah, I got 'em here somewheres ...
Posted by chasmatic at June 10, 2014 5:44 AM
The only comment I could come up with is:
"If time didn’t go by so fast I wouldn’t dwell so much in the past." — ZippyPosted by chasmatic at June 10, 2014 3:09 PM
Don't bring a knife to a gun fight!
Bring a can of pepper spray and your bridal registry instead.
Lucky kid, brave, but lucky. I'd like to send him a book for a wedding present, Jimmy Doolittle's autobiography "I could never be that lucky again".Posted by On the North River at June 11, 2014 5:00 PM