Oh my gosh! RJB actually raised his voice? And used a bad word? I just don't know what to think, I'm so disillusioned. Sigh.
Osso, I don't think I've read that one, although I have read most of his. One good thing about getting old and losing my memory is that I can reread books and find them almost like new.
Diane wrote:Oh my gosh! RJB actually raised his voice? And used a bad word? I just don't know what to think, I'm so disillusioned. Sigh.
Not buying. That must have been an imposter.
No, that can't be right. Tak don't talk like that either.
I was there and I don't remember expletives. Then I'm well inured. But we were avid to find TJ's. Long story...
Your secret is safe, johnboy.
yeeeup
it fell on deaf ears.
So........... will Obill ever go to one of these south'eners gatherings?
shewolfnm wrote:So........... will Obill ever go to one of these south'eners gatherings?
Seriously considered this one. Bummed I missed it. Perhaps next time.
maybe I should have a part at my home
well gathering if you will
shewolfnm wrote:yeeeup
it fell on deaf ears.
Flames in fine graphics...
Okay, raising my voice was something I would never do. "Earthy" language is something different.
So I sat in the back seat behind Osso and Roger. And, is my wont, I told a long story as we seached for Trader Joe's. It had a beginning, a middle and an end, I can't remember what it was about. It could have been about my hitch-hiking across the US as a lad. It was a fine story.
But only when I shouted "Turn left" did either of them seem to hear a word from me of what I said.
(I am making some of this up. I tend to do that a lot). -rjb-
You sly dog. I of course don't remember not hearing you, at least entirely.
This was a multi travailed endeavor.
So, about fifteen minutes before Roger picked me up, perhaps I'm exaggerating, say twenty or twenty five, he mentioned not knowing where TJ's was. And I did mean to look it up, but then something intervened, and by now I forget what. He'd been there before..
He picked me up, we picked up JohnBoy, and proceeded with cell phone on Highway 40 to find out the TJ address. Thus followed a comedic episode with Osso just giving up with the operator (what what what what what what) and handing the phone to RJB, of the good hearing, saying, what what what what what what. I now forget the address, but when we finally found TJ's, it was an extremely minor road, off of a major one.
Meantime, we had Roger who had been there before. Suffice it to say we did some exploring. Me, I don't know that side of town much: roads curve. We picked Juan Tabo and zoned into a Flying Star. Too bad we were due at a Flying Star across town.
I sat in the car while JB went in and then Roger... and they met a German visitor who told them, go up to del Norte and go east. Which we did, and found it.
Actually, that was all rather fun.
shewolfnm wrote:maybe I should have a part at my home
well gathering if you will
I hope you mean party, and if you do, count me in - and yes, obill - come.
Yes it was amusing, osso. At the Boston meet, my friend George offered to drive me back to my hotel in a suburb of Boston. He grew up there, but we got lost. We ended up in industrial parks and dead end streets of residential areas. But we eventually made it. I reckon getting home is an achievement.
It was for me, let me tell you. Every single night I was there. There's something about the dark that inhibits your ability to read those suddenly teeny tiny street signs which are now somehow obscured by trees. I don't think I got home the say way twice.
Exactly, Osso. We were Exploring - NOT Wandering.
Albuquerque's street signage is probably the worst I've ever seen. Totally fk'd.
Once in a while I consider storming offices, but I've other stuff going on.
Signage by dooffuses.
Of course you made it every time, Mame. And I had no doubt you would.
You really didn't seem like the "lost and helpless" type to me.
<snort>
