Susan Abbott: From the heart of a lonely poet, came a song for the girl he adored. 'Tho she tried very hard not to show it, she was terribly, terribly bored. (Anchors Aweigh 1945)
From the footprints, it looks like someone was skating on the snow--lots of fun, until hit a bad patch and land on your face.
Did I mention I had Thanksgiving dinner on Poplar Street, overlooking the Brooklyn bridge? The building front was old Brooklyn, with gas streetlamps, but the interior was run-of-the-mill 80's. Wish we'd had time to look around, and I was driving, so I didn't get in much sightseeing from the Deegan and whatever roads we barrelled down at frightening speed. Driving home in the dark and rain was relatively easy, but maybe it was the tryptophan.
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8 comments:
Better known as a snanchor - it keeps your house from blowing away in a big storm.
Professor--
You're the anchor in the snow.
Susan Abbott: From the heart of a lonely poet, came a song for the girl he adored. 'Tho she tried very hard not to show it, she was terribly, terribly bored.
(Anchors Aweigh 1945)
"You're the anchor in the snow."
Jesus. Unless you mean cold, stiff, and unnecessary, then I'm going to be sick.
From the footprints, it looks like someone was skating on the snow--lots of fun, until hit a bad patch and land on your face.
Did I mention I had Thanksgiving dinner on Poplar Street, overlooking the Brooklyn bridge? The building front was old Brooklyn, with gas streetlamps, but the interior was run-of-the-mill 80's. Wish we'd had time to look around, and I was driving, so I didn't get in much sightseeing from the Deegan and whatever roads we barrelled down at frightening speed. Driving home in the dark and rain was relatively easy, but maybe it was the tryptophan.
Brr. I'm so glad I live in Hawaii. I froze my patootie off in Madison for five years!
Clever! When the polar ice caps melt, that will be the only building that won't float away.
Did you see his ghost, in a basement down the stairs?
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