Subject: Who he?
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Sun Nov 25 2001 - 05:16:47 GMT
Better late than never, they say.
I certainly hope so because I'd especially wanted to send
Thanksgiving greetings to my American chums, this year
above all, in the hope of drowning out all those moralistic
little rodents poking heads out of holes to offer sanctimonious
advice on how to run the world.
As far as my gang are concerned, fellas, you're doing fine,
just fine. And I, for one, am as glad as I've ever been in what
is now a medium long life to find us entrenched once again
on the same slope of the valley.
But I have the most marvellous excuse for my dilatoriness.
(Yes. It exists.)
We had a guest. Someone as delightful & engaging as we'd been
led to expect from his prose style & cyber manners. It was far
too short a visit, only a couple of hours, & it was only after
we'd seen him back onto the Dublin train that we realised we'd
forgotten even to mention Thanksgiving - & that he'd been too polite
to remind us. So, apologies, Mr X, we were simply too taken up
with the pleasure of your company. Come back soon.
And I hope you forgive our insistence on marching you down
to OUR pond to show you how OUR ducks survive the winter.
By George, I hazard they're quite as handsome as the ones
in Central Park - though I do apologise for their bog Irish accents.
OK, gang, now for the quiz. As a non-travelling mountain,
I've been honoured with three Mohammeds: Matt K., Cecilia
&, now, Guess Who. As a hint, I'll just say that with his charm,
humour & general civilisation you're damned lucky that we're
letting you have him back.
Scottie B.
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