Cont'd to G OB: OK - am out of that meeting and have to get on the shuttle back to New York. Snow, rain, sleet, wind - classic Boston-in-January.....
Can you, Lola, Bernie and I find some quiet space elsewhere than on the main Cafe?
Does this site provide such things as private rooms? If all else fails we can send pm's to each other cc everybody else. Thanks.
Lola - this coffee house of yours is much too quiet. Spooky, almost. Btw, pls send to G OB whatever files he asks for; I'll be back next week. Thanks!
Hellen,
That is too complicated. If there is something you wish me to consider doing, put it together and ask me yourself. I will consider it seriously. No guarantees - there may well be some old friends involved.
Hi george and Helen..........sorry I've been neglecting this place. Right now I'm off to the Waldorf for a cocktail party. Be back later.
Ah. the sporting life......
<Eva throws open door to the Cafe...BAM!...the icy wind pours into the room>
Hello, everybody, whatcha been....
Hey, where is everyone?
Joe, is it just the two of us tonight? Wassau, pour us a couple of nice Irish coffees, would you? It's cold out there. <noticing roaring fire in the fireplace) I've been looking for a place to warm up.
<sitting down next to Joe> So tell me, my friend, what's been on your mind lately?
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up
in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box
was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game,
sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love,
the lady that's known as Eva.
When out of the night, which was fifty below,
and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks,
dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
Don't stop there, georgeob!
--Eva
(aka "Lou")
Here's one for Lou.........
Quote:You can have your Army khaki,
You can have your Navy blue,
But there is still another fighter,
I will introduce to you.
His uniform is different,
the finest ever seen.
The Hun's called him Devil dog,
But his real name's Marine.
He trained at San Diego
The land that God forgot.
Where the sand is 14 inches deep.
And the sun is scorching hot.
He has set many a table,
And many a dish he dried.
He also learned to make a bed,
And a broom, he sure can guide!
He has peeled a million onions,
And twice as many spuds.
He also spends his leisure time
In washing out his duds.
Now girls, take a little tip,
I'm handing it to you.
Just grab yourself a good Marine,
For there's nothing he can't do!
And when he gets to heaven,
To St. Peter he will tell
"Another Marine reporting Sir,
I've served my time in hell!"
georgeob1 wrote:Hellen,
That is too complicated. If there is something you wish me to consider doing, put it together and ask me yourself. I will consider it seriously. No guarantees - there may well be some old friends involved.
Thank you very much, G, but that's precisely my problem also: there ARE old friends involved. I can pass on the raw data, but have the most godawful difficulty putting a coherent presentation together on that particular subject. No matter - at least now I know that I've done all I could about the subject and I'm finally free to move on to other things. Truly I appreciate you feedback on this as well as Lola's and Blatham's.
Ah, the Coffee House! Make mine an Americano
with an extra shot. Excellent!
May have a trip to lovely Palmdale, CA in the offing. Argh!
Keeping a low profile and hoping one of the young bucks will
pull that duty.
Palmdale, I've been there. Not long though.
Home from meetings........must go to bed. Up early tomorrow, back to meetings......kiss to all. Later.
Perhaps I can lure Lola back with these very special verses. Leonard Cohen wrote the song with Jennifer Warnes, who recorded it exquisitely.
I'm feeling rather wistful this evening. The lyrics, or rather, memories of my sister playing this song, keep running through my head tonight.
Sweet dreams to all my friends at the Cafe'. Yes, there is mercy in this world. We find it in each other. As my friend, Joe Nation would say..."Peace. It's still possible."
SONG OF BERNADETTE
There was a child named Bernadette
I heard the story long ago
She saw the Queen of Heaven once
And kept the vision in her soul
No one believed what she had seen
No one believed what she heard
That there were sorrows to be healed
And mercy, mercy in this world
So many hearts I find
Broke like yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just want to hold you
Won't you let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do
We've been, we fall, we fly
We mostly fall, we mostly run
And every now and then we try
To mend the damage that we've done
Tonight, tonight I cannot rest
I've got this joy inside my breast
To think that I did not forget
That child, that song of Bernadette
So many hearts I find ...
That is so goddam romantic!
If you're not happy with the giant box of chocolates that Blatham gave you, Lola, just pass 'em over here.
