Yo! bid ed!

Congrats on your 1,000 Ed. Here's looking at ya.

 

See ya in San Diego for Brunch.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4192448.stm

 

I have a sad tale to tell. My Daughter and Son-in-law made the brilliant decision last Fall to move from San Diego (probably the greatest place in the World to be) to Ft. Lauderdale (Hurricane Heaven). Duh!!

San Diego for Brunch is doable.....we can get a table oceanside and watch the Great Whites gobble up the Locals!

Languishing in Los Alamos, l'il ed

Ps...I kinda feel like Cannon Fodder down here in 10F quite often! Blacksmerg and his minions take no prisoners.

When I was just a wee lad I saw 'The Great Zuccini's' perform their Shot from the cannon act. I think there were 5 brothers. Whoever aimed the cannon (Blacksmerg wasn't born yet so he's clean) miscalculated slightly so that the Shootee went over a Ferris Wheel and almost overshot the safety net. The melee that ensued was hilarious to watch. I think that was when I learned all of the bad Italian words!

 

The locals are all out to sea.. we might need your cannon..got beans ?

 

http://www.edwardsamuels.com/illustratedstory/chapter%209/zacchini.jpg

 

Too bad the kids moved..

We might not be able to find a Hotel room in SD....big convention going on.

 

I snapped a pic of 'Baked Bean Man' preparing for the shot!

Recuperating in Regina, Reggae ed

 

Took wifey out there a yr. or so ago for 'The National Rose Society' convention. I am pretty sure that I may have spotted you in the shrubbery!

Delayed in Davenport, Dig ed

 

How could you..with a PM boxen as full as yours...it could have been any one.

Empty that thing for more info on Grimsby





A man placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother and started back toward his car when his attention was diverted to another man kneeling at a grave.

The man seemed to be praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die?"

The first man approached him and said, "Sir, I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but this demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before. For whom do you mourn so deeply? A child? A parent?"


The mourner took a moment to collect himself, then replied, "My wife's first husband."

 

Take that you perveyer of phalse and particular phooeys pertinent to the placing of poopy particles on parchment!!!

Philandering in Pelopenesia, Preppy ed