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    I was gone for a while but now I'm back. Computer trouble.
    Now on to the items.

      Today I was on the bus and sitting next to me was a young lady and on her lap she had a book titled London. It was a traveling book.
        “Are you going to London?” I asked.
        “Yes.” She replied.
        “Have you ever been there before?”
        “Well.” I said. “Blah, blah, blah...Tate Gallery, Blah, blah, blah, Covent Gardens.”
         She said that she was 24 and was going to be there for a month and a half, but didn't seem to know much about it.”
          I said, “And don't miss Windsor Castle.”
          “Oh, I love castles.” She said.
          See what I mean.
          “If you can get out of London take a trip up to Liverpool.” I said.
          “What's that?” She asked, and I'm not kidding.
          “Liverpool, where the Beatles were from. You can take a Beatles tour.”
          “I don't know much about London or England.” She said.
          I let it roll off my back until I said, “And you can't leave London without going to Herrods to go shopping.”
          “What's that, where is it?”
          I smiled and asked, “How did you decide to go to London, close your eyes and stick a pin on a map?” But in a nice way.
          I wished her well and have a great trip as I got off the bus, but honestly, my son at age 10 knew more about England.

     In an unrelated story:

          It All Started on a Snow Day.

          A very special, fateful snow day in upstate New York. At the residence of the Abbey's...

          Spencer Abbey was an air traffic controller, but he was at work, stuck there because of all the snow. This kind of thing happens often so no big deal. Anyway he doesn't really enter into the story much except he named their eldest son.
          They lived in a nice, quiet, bucolic, suburban neighborhood. With nice, quiet, bucolic, suburban people. Spencer promised his wife one day he would show her the world.
          Cherry Blossom was his wife. She was not Japanese, or Chinese nor did she come from Washington D.C. Her parents were hippies, so she was a librarian. She went by the name of Cherry. But isn't that cool, her name was Cherry Blossom Abbey. They had an Irish Setter named Goldie, after Goldilocks because it took her forever to get comfortable anywhere when she was a puppy. She was four then.
            Their oldest son was named Richard after Keith Richards. His friends called him Keef or Abbey Road depending on how loud it was in the room. Keef sort of gets lost in the shuffle of a loud party but not Abbey Road. He was 16 and a good kid, he got good grades but liked to see how much trouble he could get into without getting caught. He was the outdoors guy. He was a surfer stuck in up state New York but he well made up for it by improvising.
           He had a girlfriend named Cindy and they did everything but that. Cindy played the drums and Richard thought that was cool. Cindy called Richard Ricky and so did his mom.
           Next comes Allen age 10, named after Edgar Allen Poe, Cherry Blossom's favorite author.
    He was also a good kid and curious about everything, especially how things work. He shared Cherry Blossom's sense of fun and love of all things Halloween.
           Both kids seemed to possess a higher than average I.Q. Richard preferred Risk over D&D.
    Allen liked Pictionary.
           After breakfast Cherry Blossom decided to take advantage of a day at home and take care of some overdue laundry.
           She went to collect the cloths then stopped in at the kitchen to announce things before she headed down to the basement.
           “Ricky I want you to stop over at Miss Robbie's to see if she's O.K. Ask her if she needs anything, and offer to shovel her walk. Then shovel ours. See if your friend can come over with the thing to do the drive way, I'll pay him. Allen, go outside for a while and get cold, build a snowman, or get your friends together to build a fort. Or have a snowball war, or something. When you come in I'll make cocoa, we're going to have homemade soup tonight.”
            RING, RING, RINGY, RING...
            “That's your father, go, get.”
            Miss Robbie was a 75 year old neighbor of theirs that always brought over cookies and watched the dog when they went away.
            Richard understood a long time ago that if just did certain things without a grievance, or without too much of one he got special privileges, and this was a Friday. So he bundled up and went outside. Anyway he knew his friends would be around with some good smoke.

            A few hours later...

           Allen came home, he was all done in.
           Cherry Blossom looked at him and smiled, “Come here honey, let me help you.”
          Then she proceeded to help him off with his boots, and gloves, and coat.
          “Go get these wet cloths off you and I'll make you some cocoa.”
          “Afterwards you can watch some movies.”
          “Did you see your brother around?”
          “Yes.” Said Allen. “His friends came by and they went towards the woods.”
          “Did he do Miss Robbies walk?”
          “Yes. But I was at Mark's house.
          “Well he better get home soon, it's getting dark outside.”
          “Come on lets get you warmed up.”

           Well sometime after Richard cleared Miss Robbie's walk and before he was done with his, his friends came over with some really good smoke.
           “Hey.” He said as they came up to him.
           “Keef!” They responded.
           “What's up Doc?”
           “Well I got to finish this. Do you have anything green on you?”
            He stopped shoveling and really looked at his buddies then shook his head and said. “Stupid question.”
            “Come on, one of his friends said, I've got some Heinekens in here take a break and lets go somewhere else.”,
            “No I want to finish this, I'm almost done. If I do this maybe my mom will let Cindy stay over.”
            “Well no beer for you until you finish.”
            “It would go a lot faster if you help, there's more shovels in the garage.”
            “No, I'm fine just watching you.” said the other friend.
             Richard finally finished and all three of them trudged through the snow, about a football field away to their favorite wooded spot to drink and get high.
             They stayed long enough to drink a few beers and get toasty.

             “Well it's getting late and I'm beat said Richard, I'm going to go home. Wanna come over later, after dinner? We'll play.”
              “Cool, I'll call you.”
              “Hey, give me a little bud for the walk home.”
              “You're lucky I'm so cool.” Said Richard's friend.
               As Richard trudged back home he decided to save that bud and enjoy it in the garage.
               Inside the house Cherry Blossom put on The Wizard of Oz for Allen as she was making the soup. Every 15 minutes she would stop and look out the windows and doors for Richard.
    Finally she saw him walk up to the house and was relieved.
                Richard grabbed the shovels and work gloves and proceeded to take them into the garage. Great this is the perfect opportunity to hit the pipe one last time for a while, just to top everything off.
                Richard came in the back door and immediately sat down at the dinner table.
                “I Was getting worried a bit.” Said Cherry Blossom.
                “Mom, I was O.K. But now I'm tired.”
                “Well go change cloths, I'll make you some cocoa and a sandwich.”
                “Great.” Said Richard.
                 From the kitchen Richard could hear the TV.
                 “The Wizard of Oz. “Richard said.
                 “Yeah I put it on for your brother.” Cherry Blossom said.
                 Richard peeked in and saw Allen curled up on the couch fast asleep. He smiled and left to go into his room.
                 “He went back into the kitchen and said, “The guys want to come over later after dinner and play.”
                  “Risk?” Asked Cherry Blossom.
                  “Oh, can't you play a peaceful game for once?”
                  “What game is that? I'll be right back, I'm going to go change.”
                  Now it's a curious thing the way the house is situated. If you're in the back of the hallway you can look down and see the TV.
                   Richard went into his room to change and as soon as he did he turned on his music. Maybe because he was so tired from shoveling snow, and the grade of pot, he was in a certain mood so he put on Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon.
                   He put the music on then laid down on his bed for a time to let the pot really hit him.
                   Eventually he got up, changed, and went into the kitchen, but kept his music on.
                   As he was walking down the hall he thought he noticed something.
                   “Hum.” He thought.
                   He went into the kitchen to get a root beer.
                  “I'll be right back I want to listen to the side of the album.”
                   He went over to the TV and turned down the volume Allen was so out of it there was no chance for a protest.
                   He walked backwards down the hall, looking at the TV and listening to the music.
                  “This is freaky.” He said to himself. He went into his bedroom and turned up the music and stood in the hallway just looking.
                   He was so engrossed he forgot he was holding a glass of root beer.
                   He just stood there as The Great Gig in the Sky ended.
                   Then suddenly he sort of woke up, anyway Cherry Blossom was on her way to get him, his cocoa was getting cold.
                   As he walked into the kitchen he thought the guys are going to trip all over this.
    We are so going to do this when they get here.
                   If dad gets home we'll just go down in the basement.
                   And that's how it all started.

                   The Wizard of Oz came on AMC yesterday and I remembered this story.
                   I had Linux Mint installed and took Windows off. Anybody else use it?

    "Too much. There's too much fucking perspective now." David St. Hubbins

    by nellgwen on Tue Apr 23, 2013 at 09:12:12 PM PDT

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      Why not put it in a diary entry instead of a comment?

      Tell me what to write. 'To know what is right and to do it are two different things.' - Chushingura, a tale of The Forty-Seven Ronin

      by rbird on Tue Apr 23, 2013 at 10:14:24 PM PDT

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