There is so much to discourse. The weekended, the Ryan Martin graduation suarée, the Kay-lossal turkey fry and shrimp boil-o-rama. The sunday that saw no race, but did see Rich with his hands in the till or on the tiller. Then there's the gnashing of teeth and snarling of sleeplessness, the zombie state that ended in a bowling alley and a 158 average for 4 games, for some and a 136 average for others. The accursed battery on the Bimmer, and the lack of motivation. All the people that moved through the mist of the last four days. The fireworks, the conversation, the cultured conch (that fritters and wastes the hours in an off hand way), Jeff "the jumper" Barber--on his birthday, Mary E. Martin and her birthing remembrance. Yes there is much to bring to light, but sadly I can not now. Which means I probably won't get back to it, so I can only apologize to those left out and these kept in the dark.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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