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Oh, my Gawd, Bob. That is fabulous.

Reminds me of the kid who went home after Sunday school and told his mom that he now knew God's name.

His mom, mildly puzzled, asked her son what God's name was upon which he replied, "Howard, cause it said so in the prayer. Our father which art in heaven, Howard be thy name."

Then there was the hymn about Gladly, the cross-eyed bear.

Listeners, please send us your anecdotes about the words of wisdom from children.

Heard two kids going to an elevator,

- One of them : that's me who "click" on the button...

<Cyberspace>

Good Day everyone.

Interesting lineup for today's Birthday celebs:

1725 Giovanni Casanova, adventurer/memoirist (Venice, Italy; died 1798)
1805 Hans Christian Anderson, children's author (Odense, Denmark; died 1875)
1834 Frederic Auguste Bartholdi, sculptor of the Statue of Liberty (Colmar, Alsace, France; died 1904)
1840 Emile Zola, novelist (Paris, France; died 1902)
1908 Buddy Ebsen, actor (Belleville, IL)
1909 Luke Appling, baseball player (High Point, NC; died 1991)
1914 Sir Alec Guinness, actor (London, England; died 2000)
1928 Joseph Cardinal Bernardin, archbishop of Chicago (Columbia, SC; died 1996)
1940 Penelope Keith, actress (Sutton, Surrey, England)
1941 Leon Russell, musician (Lawton, OK)
1945 Linda Hunt, actress (Morristown, NJ)
1947 Emmylou Harris, singer (Birmingham, AL)
Camille Paglia, literary and cultural critic (Endicott, NY)
1955 Dana Carvey, actor/comedian (Missoula, MT)

Francis, great to see you back. Now let's see. That's me who click on the button? I'm assuming the "me" is you, right? As to your shock at cyberspace, that is simply a way of identifying our radio space and giving us a station break.

Here's one for you, Frenchman:

Three French boys peeking through a bedroom keyhole watching a couple.

The six year old asks, "What are they doing, fighting?"

The twelve year old, " Non, they are making love."

The sixteen year old, " Oui, and badly, too."

Raggedy, Do you find it odd that Casanova would appear at about the same time as we were discussing great lovers of the world?

Ah, Leon Russell. Always loved his version of "This Masquerade"

This Masquerade
Leon Russell

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Are we really happy with this lonely game we play,
Looking for the right words to say?
Searching but not finding -- understanding anyway,
We're lost in this masquerade.

Both afraid to say we're just too far away
From being close together from the start.
We try to talk it over, but the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play.

Thoughts of leaving disappear each time I see your eyes,
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason why we carry on this way
We're lost in this masquerade.

We try to talk it over, but the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play.

We're lost in a masquerade.
And we're lost in a masquerade.

Or, perhaps, this version by Stevie Wonder:



THE MASQUERADE IS OVER (I'M AFRAID)
WRITERS HERB MAGIDSON, ALLIE WRUBEL

My blue horizon is turning gray
And my dreams are drifting away
Your eyes don't shine like they used to shine
And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love
Your love and so is love
I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci and get myself a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci with tears in my eyes
You look the same
You're a lot the same
But my heart says "No, no, you're not the same"
I'm afraid the masquerade is over
And so is love, and so is love
Your words don't mean what they used to me
They were once inspired, now they're just routine
I'm afraid the masquerade is over,
And so is love, and so is love.

Letty, your one is fine!

My translation was bad.

I heard one of the kids tell the other : I'm gonna "click" on the elevator's button.

It made me think of our cyberspace.

Oh, Bertholdi's there too -just for Francis.

I find nothing strange around here anymore, Letty. Those sychronicity waves -they just keep rolling, keep on rolling along.

I would have posted "Inchworm" in honor of Hans and since we were on the subject of kids, but I have to start in on my much dreaded spring cleaning (while my daughter's available) and I broke my resolution that I wouldn't play around here for more than 15 minutes a day until it's all done.

Did someone call for a Casanova? C'est moi! I'm so glad our friend from La Belle France is here. It serves as an intro to our next example of communication.

Three men were sitting on a bench in Paris discussing savoir fair. One of them was young, one middle aged and one old. The youngest said "My idea of savoir fair is when a husband discovers his wife in the arms of another man and says excuse me, he has savoir fair. The middle aged man shook his head and said " If a husband discovers his wife in the arms of another man and says "excuse me, please continue", he has savoir fair. The old man shakes his head and said "When a husband finds his wife in the arms of another man and says "excuse me, please continue" and they do, they have savoir fair.

Thank you for your warm welcome


Le savoir-faire à travers les ages.

Savoir-faire through ages

It's always a pleasure conversing with you Francis. So often I've been confronted with opinions by uninformed Americans that the French are hostile towards us. Nothing could have been further from the truth in all, let me repeat, all the social interactions I had in France. You have certainly provided evidence that my opinion is well founded.

One of the reasons I'm still on A2K, while hostile comments on the French flow on some threads, is that I know not all Americans think that way.

Most of the people I speak with, here on A2K and on my trips to the US, were as friendly as it can be.

And for myself, I dont dislike, even the rednecks.

Why, oh, why did Raggedy mention spring cleaning. I don't have an upstairs maid, folks. Come to think of it, I don't have an upstairs. As for Hans C. Anderson, ehBeth has a birthday thread going for him, not to worry.

Bob, I love that bit of humor, and indeed you are not only a lover of words and songs, but a gentleman of honor. Isn't it nice to have Francis back again, though?

A welcome back song for the elevator man. (No, not Otis)


C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou,
Bras dieses bras dessous,
En chantant des chansons,

Cesset si bon,
De se dir' desmots doux,
Des petite rin du tout,
Mais qui en dissent long.

C'est si bon,
Lovers say that in France,
When they thrill to romance,
It means that it's so good.

C'est si bon,
So I say it to you,
Like the French people do,
Because it's oh, so good.

Every word, every sigh,
Every kiss, dear,
Leads to only one thought,
And it's this, dear,
Nothing else can replace,
Just your slightest embrace,
And if you only would be my own,
For the rest of my days,
I will whisper this phrase,
My darling, c'est si bon!

Ertha Kitt

Where are the Brits and the Germans? and Norway has vanished as well.

Hey, you versatile folks, is there any way that we can lure them back?

You are right, Letty, c'est si bon!

I've seen battling McTag on another thread.

It seems our Westphalian friend is out today!

Speaking of Eartha Kitt, I've this song in my car...


I don't wanna be alone - where is my baby?
I don't wanna be alone - where is my man?
spend hours by the phone - where is my baby?
chew my fingers to the bone - where is my man?
I need a man who can take me then tount me and make me

Buy the things that I so richly desenre.
A man who knows what I require
the things that I desire -
Is there anyone out there who has the nenre?
I spend hours by the phone - where is my baby?
I chew my fingers to the bone - where is my man?
Where is my baby? He can't be far.
Look for an Ascot
a big cigar
tell him to find me

Send his car to this address I have to stress I need him now.
I don't wanna be alone - where is my baby?
I don't wanna be alone - where is my man?
The kind of man that I adore's the kind of man that gives me more

Of all the better things in life that aren't free.
Such things as summer by the sea
the Hamptons
Malibu
Capri.
The kind of man
Who comes alive
When he comes near Rodeo Drive
Is the kind of man
Who winds my heart
With style and class.
You know I've tried
Some other men

The kind with zeros
Lessthanten
But everytime I grab
The ring it's always brass.

I don't wanna be alone -
Where is my baby? . . .
I don't wanna be alone -
Where is my baby? . . .

Vive l'entente cordiale!

J'ai lu la semaine derniere, que les gens in Languedoc ne sont pas heureux. Le comite regional d'action viticole est tres ......... no, it's no good, my French is too poor and I'm to idle to go tolook for a dictionary. Anyway, je suis tres desole that we're not drinking enough french wine and i can assure you that I personally am trying to address that issue.

Which is a great link into the next request, on the turntable now

"I'm prayin' for rain in California (Languedoc-Roussilon)
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine...."

UhOh, Them Scots know how to do battle, Francis, just ask William Wallace.

Perhaps this might do it:

McTag, McTag, the pipes, the pipes are calling,(Irish, however)
Or even Londonderry Aire. (Nope, that's more for Steve)
Hey, McTag is versatile. He even likes gospel music.

Well, folks, back later after I inhale the breath of spring.

Dear Letty, after you return from your spring walk, look back here, because our posts seem to have crossed.

It's 9:15 in the evening here and I am going now to make FionaB and myself a pot of tea. (Had some wine last night!)

McTag - I was suspicious about you having "un beau brin de plume" in french but know I'm sure!

At least, I'm with you in adressing that issue!

BREAKING NEWS: John Paul II has died. The Vatican has announced that he passed away about 45 minutes ago.

I am not Catholic, but I mourn his passing. He was a giant of a man whom I admired very much. May he rest in peace.