Saturday, July 25, 2009

Confession

Disappointed she was elsewhere not dispensing is all.
Trouble is I met several other woman; demurred.

Thought I wouldn't go back to Finnegan's this evening on account of church tomorrow but am leaning toward that after the DBacks. It would be the best course. Yet even there many people are terribly wooden and, unfortunately, desensitized.

Just had that same scenario. Told the Unter den Linden story: the museum had a show of photos postered up of all the construction occurring in Berlin (Featured coffee presently Berlina.) upon the stomping grounds of the border hassles. Vacant remnant of The Wall snaking below cranes and boxed sets of glassy upscalers signifying not much, Checkpoint Charlie the only real installation as far as I'm concerned. (Need to find out where it's gone.) So I take in the pictures on the main floor and head up to the mezzanine overlooking. Several matrons and docents are loitering. I wet me whistle and did several in spades. Presently raised a cup to Arthur Harris and Henry Harley Arnold. Lest we forget - we'll make amends and amenities.

So there; we're awfully sorry they haven't our savoir-faire.
Easy to say, "Nothing but ack-ack."
Ah, yes... God punish England, eh?
All are punishéd. I'm saved.

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