Thoughts of a recluse about little things, and the Big . . .
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Over the Ocean
While flying over Canada and Newfoundland I had a little bracer — a Jim Beam on the rocks. Then, a short time after, a delicious meal along with a California red.
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And as I flew back from Ireland, my true home in this crazed exile, the crying was stopped mostly by great conversation from a young and very garrulous seatmate, but also by all the grand food and brew, yes. I was almost alive as we touched down.
1 comment:
And as I flew back from Ireland, my true home in this crazed exile, the crying was stopped mostly by great conversation from a young and very garrulous seatmate, but also by all the grand food and brew, yes. I was almost alive as we touched down.
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