In the middle of the stories about Alabama life goes on at home in Key West. The car isn't fixed so Cheyenne gets her daily walks much closer to home. The heat of summer is building but we are still getting raked by strong northeast winds from the recent, rather weak, cold front.
Last night I actually had to stop on the way home to put my waterproofs on as a sudden cold downpour hit the highway. I was hopping around on one foot under a street light at Mangrove Mama's at 2:20am and it was feeling just like summer.
I might be wearing waterproofs more often in the near future, after a winter of carrying them around in my saddlebag. The wind too is howling, which is good as it will doubtless dry the clothes hanging on the line. Summer, season of mellow fruitfulness, howling winds and rain. Welcome back.
Last night I actually had to stop on the way home to put my waterproofs on as a sudden cold downpour hit the highway. I was hopping around on one foot under a street light at Mangrove Mama's at 2:20am and it was feeling just like summer.
I might be wearing waterproofs more often in the near future, after a winter of carrying them around in my saddlebag. The wind too is howling, which is good as it will doubtless dry the clothes hanging on the line. Summer, season of mellow fruitfulness, howling winds and rain. Welcome back.
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Dear Editor/Key West Dairy:
You wrote, "Summer, season of mellow fruitfulness, howling winds and rain. Welcome back."
This line is almost a verbatim theft of text from "Doctor Zhivago," written by Boris Pasternak. Except for the fact that Pasternak was speaking of "Winter, a period of souless desolation, endless whiteness and penetrating cold. The legacy of Mother Russia," you'd really be screwed.
The internet has made it much easier for people of my ilk, to check up on those of yours. I hope this warning will discourage you from making mistakes like this in the future.
Sincerely,
Алекса́ндр Серге́евич Пу́шкин,
Mr Conchscooter:
thank goodness for the above post, I was having a hard time trying to find the right words
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
I thought I was paraphrasing Shakespeare or TS Eliot. I am looking for the NKVD on my doorstep now with a one way ticket to the Amur River and the Chinese front. Thank you, Alexander Sergeivich Lenin for the advance warning.
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