Incoherent Praise Over..................

I love this, Letty. It's so irrepressible; I have read it about five times with glee. It got me thinking above all: 'isn't it grand to have a sort of family of friends on this board?'

and so it is, drom. Wonder whatever happened to London whose first and final post was: "Any Brits on Board"?

I never heard of him, Letty. How many posts did he make?

Two!

A ; I wonder why he wanted we Brits?

Neat, guy, drom. Just feeling safe in the arms of England.

Still................I have to laugh at Johnny Horton's song:

In 1814, we took a little trip,
Along with colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip,
We took a little bacon, and we took a little beans,
And we fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.

Well, we fired our guns and the British kept acomin'
Wasn't neigh as many as there was awhile ago.
Fired once more and they begin arunnin'
Down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico.

Know something? We love the sounds of the past.
We love the sense of being.
But we never forget to look
At what we all are seeing.

And what we see is "any human to another"....
I've never been anywhere, drom.
And in that I share our sorrows, our thoughts, and our
Greatest expectations.