Monday, December 05, 2005

Fw: Re: RE: We know...MIB

You are correct I was working outside the MIB headquarters on a new tunnel (very well disguised MIB looks like a metal staircase when the door is open nothing like the movie) there to put a new tunnel that allows the subway cars to be fully occupied (instead of only the first four due to the radius of the track turning into the South Ferry terminal, newly opened where those take flight on escalators to the second deck of the ferries to Staten Island, once fought over to its identity with New Jersey, who said its ours which we said its ours, an island and then proved it. We have a yearly sail-around to commerorate the 17th century boundary dispute.) Ah I was getting tired of the "Amish Market" franchise there for dinner (4 in NYC) and they stopped my Swing Shift due to finding something then canned me for a blog entry the term for that "dooced" (maybe from voo doo I wouldn't be surprised having been too close to one F-101 Voodoo when a young impressionable Foxtrot fan, at the airshow, wandering off to look in its cockpit in an empty hangar. Good thing the keys weren't in it! Only kidding.) Off to see Adelaide nee Urquhart, my mother, once frequenter of Grand Manan since a youth and last holder of 12 room house in Seal Cove before it was taken down when the Province ordered it painted and fixed, next to their well-painted school. Its foundation was cracked, a large cobble where it did on a almost scandalously thin foundation of concrete for such a large real 2"x4"s etc. structure with plaster and lath walls with room in the attic for three more on a 100'x100' next to Bakers and the school. I'm not sure what she'll want to do with it someday. I sometimes wonder if I had painted it pink for the "Bermuda of the Fundies". Well, anyway, it was pretty weather beaten twisting on its foundation like a big sail, it might have been a "Big Pink". Interesting site: A-1 Women's Discount Bookstore

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