Personal note
We arrived in that unnamed port city to the south, aka the sweltering hell hole. Hard to believe we made the troops come down to this place to hang around Palma Ceia until we were ready to send them off to invade Cuba.
Anyway, everything is fine. Went to Inkwood book store and spent a lot of money buying books neither of us have time to read. Then off to Mother's.
Depending on how I feel, this either means I will be posting a lot this week, or not at all. Too soon to tell.
But it is hotter than blue blazes down here. Tomorrow, Long Boat Key.
on the whole, I'd rather be in Philadelphia.
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posted by Clemens @ 9:57 PM
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4 Comments:
Philidelphia? Why Philidelphia? Why not someplace like Barrow, Alaska?
Hide in the a/c somewhere and finish your syllabi!
Old One:
Philadelphia: hometown of W.C. Fields (which see, in Wikepedia).
He was the man who said "Ahh yes. It was a woman who drove me to drink. And I never even wrote to thank her."
One of my favorite comic actors.
Maire:
Syllabi? We don't need no stinkin' syllabi!
Or words to that effect. This week I work on the Alans article. NEXT week I worry about school work.
After all, if the good folks of NC don't care about their children's education, why should we?
But I'll get around to it. Eventually.
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