You wake up very early in the morning of Thanksgiving, put on your US flag lapel pin, the one sent to you by this wonderful lady in Texas, who received it from a Pearl Harbor veteran and who finds the time to support the troops, take care of her husband and daughter, work, read numerous blogs, be an aesthete passionate about modern art as well as a connoisseur in sci-fi and horror movies, a provider of Texan hot sauces and chili cooking advices
and an enthusiast, sensible and witty correspondent you're much honored and pleased to call
a friend, you drive all the way to Paris, arrive there in a totally unexpected thick fog yet manage to enter the departure terminal at least three hours ahead of time. Then you board your plane.
And wait in there 50 minutes because of the bloody fog.
No problem. You keep reading
your book with a thought for the friend who offered it to you.
I just told you she was wonderful. Weren't you listening?
Look, if you're running low on D.L. Jardine's, all ya had to do was say so!
I'm not some french politician you have to kiss up to!
DF,
Thank you for the honor of calling me your friend. They were just a few tokens of appreciation for your brave and steadfast support of America. May she ever be worthy of your amiration.
Have a wonderul time in London, hope you can find your way home
from that party! Next time bring the frogfans!