Thank you for reading "The Pond." The stories that are perceived by yours truly, which in turn are then manufactured as forays into the infantile, have always been submitted for your approval and perusal.
Thanks to my buddies the bbq man, slippery, and hoots [ in no particular order of importance ] who have inspired me through the years. [ apologies to Kenny Rogers ]
If it weren't for them there is no telling what the fork I would be doing right now; Shirley, not sitting in front of the computer.
Hoots now writes his own blog called "hootsbuddy's place." Professionally done as if it were Walter Winchell or Edward R. Murrow's place. From Iraq to jokes to abortion, the boy, a semi-retired flower child of the 60's, has got it going on.
Me and Slippery hooked up [ urban slang ] about a year ago. Once members of "The Band on the Run" back in the hey-day of Rowdy High, our alma mater, we are now fraternal hombres of the cosmos-may the [ synchronistic ] force be with you. Slippery has been fretting lately over a career move. He has made his decision and is now content with telling the brass to "fork-off." Good move, slip; we will be pulling for you.
Mi amigo in sunny, eastern Florida, the enigmatic bbq man and I met on the Internet. An unlikely alliance, eh? For some reason we cliqued. [ sp? pun, perhaps? ] We used to IM each other all the time but after he got married, moved into his house, and weaned himself from a company for which he once toiled, we don't communicate as much as we used to. C'est la vie. It's all food biz, er, show biz.
Well, the clock on the wall says it's time to bid adieu. Plus, John McClain is about to free the hostages via "Die Hard." So, thanks again to mi tres hombres.
Gimme shelter, v.c.
P.S. Yippie Cow-Eh, mother....Happy Trails, Hans
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