Conversation Snippets

Sometimes you overhear just enough of
a private conversation in a public place
to have a very surreal experience.

Today, I was heading out of Barnes &
Noble when one of two women heading
in said to the other, "I know where underwear
goes, and they don't go in the refrigerator."

Very random.

Once while I was visiting my mom in the
nursing home, one of the female detainees
walked past and said to herself, "I feel
like the last rose." The image that popped
in my mind almost floored me.

Very powerful.

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Early Teal

To be candid, Early Teal stank. It was just
short of a disaster. The Go-Devil was in the
shop. Our canoe committed suicide off the
top of the jeep. We had a crappy draw at
the WMA. The water which should have
been shin deep was chest deep. The
duck weed was like oatmeal. There weren't
any ducks flying near us. We had a mile plus
walk both ways. The shirt I wore was
still impregnated with poison ivy.
The mosquitoes only slightly outnumbered
the fire ants. My shoes came untied.
I had to swim a ditch. The Jeep didn't
have a/c. A stool fell off the sled and
we had to double back to find it.

But, it was only a near disaster. Dave
killed a duck. SUCCESS!

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Cardboard Coffins

I saw the above from Galveston after Ike that
showed coffins that had burst from the ground.
Hopefully, a cardboard coffin wouldn't have
this problem, but it can have other problems.

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I Can See Clearly Now the Rain is Gone

No Tropical Activity. Ahhhhh.........

yIKEs

From the Houston Chronicle website:

Waves crashing into the Seawall reach over the memorial to the hurricane of 1900 as Hurricane Ike slams Galveston. Photo by Johnny Hansen.

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More like it

I don't wish the poor people of Cuba any
ill will, but it's time something flushed
the Castro regime away. ¡Cuba Libre!

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Ah, nuts

Here we go again. Isn't it North Carolina's turn yet?



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