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Dys, that's too funny!

I declare, Francis. You even know American slang expressions. As well funny just doesn't work, does it.

Here's something of interest to everyone:



Border Wars
Tuesday April 05, 2005 1:00PM PT

Minuteman Project
You might think the British were coming, seeing the news of armed minutemen on patrol. Except, it's 2005 and a group of volunteers really have organized, though this time along a dusty stretch of the Arizona-Mexico border. The Minuteman Project, a "civilian patrol" and immigration protest, initiated its month-long effort to watch for illegal border-crossings on Monday, and we've seen interest in the project storm the Search box. "Minuteman Project" soared 3,342% and "minutemen" rose 763% over the past 30 days.

70% of those seeking minutemen information are men in the 35-45 age range -- either potential recruits or outraged immigration activists, we're not sure. Unsurprisingly, most of these searches hail from Arizona and Texas, with a smaller number originating from California. Queries on the "U.S. Border Patrol" -- which hasn't been too pleased with novices underfoot and the possibility of vigilante activity -- spiked 120%. Related searches on "immigration," "border patrol," and even "green card" rose in the 11-12% range.

While some Americans are busy watching the Southwest border, others seem to be contemplating the northern one. "Canada immigration" jumped 10% yesterday.

American history question:

Where was the shot that was heard 'round the world?

My grandfather poured it in George's saloon in Fitchburg, Mass.

Well, in honor of your grandfather, I must dedicate him a poem, George.

Concord Hymn


Sung at the completion of The Battle Monument,

April 19, 1836

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creep.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.


-THE END-
Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem: Concord Hymn

The end? Speaking of shots. It's happy hour here at the Letty household.

(hi)

(Hi, glad you're back)

Virginia John! How wonderful to see you back again. What winds carried you back here from old Virginia?

All of you may be interested in the fact that being chosen Physician of the Year is contingent upon the fact that they donate $1,200.00 to the Republican party, and dear Peter Jennings was on for a brief moment tonight in raspy voice, but with still with his usual aplomb.

Another coincidence? One entire section of Jeopardy is dedicated to Virginia.

I've got a lot of catching up to do, but I sure do want to thank bobsmythawk for posting the lyrics from the Mikado that have been driving me crazy for days trying to recall: "A wandering minstrel etc"
A local women's group sponsored an annual production of a Gilbert and Sullivan play. My mother was the president of the club when I was about 12 or 13 so, of course I "volunteered" to be a page. That meant wearing some kind of tight fitting costume. Which when you were about 12 or 13...

But I survived that then and now, 45 years later, I can survive the frustration and embarrassment of being one of the most computer illiterate folks around .

These modern day minute men seem more like vigelante men to me.

Vigilante Man

Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I've been hearin' his name all over this land.

Well, what is a vigilante man?
Oh, what is a vigilante man?
Has he got a gun and a club in his hand?
Oh, what is a vigilante man?

Rainy night down in the engine house,
Sleepin' just as still as a mouse,
A man came along and he chased us out in the rain.
Was that the vigilante man?

Stormy days we passed the time away,
A sleepin' in some good warm place.
A man came in and we give him a little race.
Was that a vigilante man?

Preacher Casey was just a working man,
And he said, "Unite the working man."
He was killed in the river by some strange man.
Was that a vigilante man?

Oh, why does a vigilante man?
Oh, why does a vigilante man?
Carry a sawed-off shot-gun in his hand?
Would he shoot his brother and sister down?

I rambled around from town to town,
I rambled around from town to town,
And they herded us out like a wild herd of cattle.
Was that the vigilante man?

Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I've been hearin' his name all over this land.

ah, John. The hawk and his keen eyes can see into our darkest corner.

Listeners, can you picture our realjon in tights? UhOh, three little maids are we.

edgar, The Vigilante man can be any one of us here.

Now it's time to celebrate:

Will that be red wine or white?
Bourbon or rum?
Martini or Scotch on the rocks?
Champagne or ouzo?

Espresso with a bit of Kahlua and brandy on the side?

Jack black and coke?

Name your poison, listeners.

Hmmm. Hope that nimh realizes that our man in Charlottesville is back with a bit of jack black.

Hi realjohnboy. Glad to do it. As soon as I saw A wandering minstrel I, The Mikado jumped into my so called mind. I saw some time ago a Canadian company perform here in Boston with my then wife Solveig. I worked in Boston so we arranged to meet at the theater. When she showed up she suddenly realized she'd left the binoculars at home. I told her there wasn't time to get them anymore. So we entered the theater and an usher showed us down to the first row center. She didn't know and I love having my little jokes. The performance was wonderful.

Well, he's got him a house on the hill
He plays country music till you've had your fill
He's a fireman's friend he's an all night DJ
But he sure don't think much of the records he plays

He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town

Well, he don't like the young folks I know
He told me one night on his radio show
He's got him a medal he won in the War
It weighs five-hundred pounds and it sleeps on his floor

He's been like a father to me
He's the only DJ you can hear after three
I'm an all night musician in a rock and roll band
And why he don't like me I can't understand

He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town

What are you doin'
Marshall McLuhan?

Well, dys. Not all dj's are of your descriptive ilk, and I've known a few.

<smile> and Marshall is still drinking that good Canadian blend. It's called the hand is an extension of the plyers. (or should that be pliers)

Someone who knew, once told me that rose(ros-long a) was a bastard wine. My, my.

Bob, shouldn't that be opera glasses?

One of America's great national pastimes
Is drinkin' a Coke
Takin' a smoke
Tellin' a joke
One of America's great national pastimes
Is playin' ball
Takin' it all
And thinkin' so small
Ah, but the great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and the tired the weary and the sore
The great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and the tired the weary and the sore
One of America's great national pastimes
Is chocolate fudge
Carryin' a grudge
Bribing a judge
One of America's great national pastimes
Is poisoning rain
Acting insane
Inflicting pain
Ah, but the great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and the tired the weary and the sore
The great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and the tired the weary and the
One of America's great national pastimes
Is the worship of speed
Planting the seeds
Takin' more than she needs
One of America's great national pastimes
Is cutting the grass
Grabbin' some ass
Living too fast
Ah, but the great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and the tired the weary and the sore
The great taste of Coke has refreshed players
The hot and the tired the weary and the

Yes Letty they should have been opera glasses but they are only 2X or 3X and the binoculars at 7X are necessary where we usually ended up. I couldn't believe it but those seats had just been canceled and it was a special occasion so I sprung for it.

This station is driving me to drink.

If you ever go down Trinidad, they make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme, guarantee you one real good fine time

Drinkin' Rum and Coca Cola, go down Point Cumana
Both mother and daughter, workin' for the yankee dollar...
Oh beat it man, beat it

Since the yankee come to Trinidad, they got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice, make Trinidad like paradise

Drinkin' Rum and Coca Cola, go down Point Cumana
Both mother and daughter, workin' for the yankee dollar...
Oh you vex me, you vex me

From Chacachacare to Monos Isle, native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave, make every day like New Years Eve

Drinkin' Rum and Coca Cola, go down Point Cumana
Both mother and daughter, workin' for the yankee dollar...
It's a fact man, it's a fact

In old Trinidad I also fear, the situation is mighty queer
Like the yankee girl, the natives swoon, when she hear Der Bingle croon

Drinkin' Rum and Coca Cola, go down to Point Cumana
Both mother and daughter, workin' for the yankee dollar...

Out on Manzanilla Beach, G.I. romance with native peach
All night long make tropic love, next day sit in hot sun and cool off

Drinkin' Rum and Coca Cola, go down Point Cumana
Both mother and daughter, workin' for the yankee dollar...
Oh it's a fact man, it's a fact

Rum and Coca Cola-ahh
Rum and Coca Cola-ahh
Workin' for the Yankee dollar.....

I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, why has every well I've drilled gone dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man
We's like desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin' for a train
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a train

The day 'fore he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang one more verse to that old song


Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'

We're desperados waitin' for a train
Was like desperados waitin' for a train.

Opera glasses and a monocle. Yes, it's tough when one doesn't have his own box, Bob.

Ah, the Yankee dollar and the euro.

And, when the Yankee first went to Trinidad,
Some of the young girls were more than glad,
They say the Yankee treat them nice,
And they give them a better price.

(chorus)
They buy rum and coca-cola,
Went down Point Cumana,
Both mothers and daughters,
Working for their Yankee dollars. (Bis)

Ah, look I had a little chick the other day,
But her mother came and took her away,
Herself, her mother and her sisters,
Went in a cab with some soldiers.

Chorus
They have some aristos
In Port-of-Spain,
I know a lot, but I won't call name,
And in the day they won't give you a right,
But you could see them with the foreigners late at night,
Drinking

Chorus

I know a couple who got married one afternoon,
And was to go Miami on their honeymoon,
But the bride run away with a soldier lad,
And the stupid husband went staring mad.

Chorus.

Pity this poor Yank, who has never had a rum and coke, not hurt a fly and that's no joke.