check out the *doppio*…
(sorry, i cut off the top of the sign which reads: 8oz, 12oz, 16oz and 20oz)
ALL SIZES? why would i want to have a 20oz doppio? isnt it like 2oz max?
if someone has a reasonable answer, i sure could use a clue…
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here are a few pix from a recent flight-see my friend dave (pilot extrodinaire) took zabaleta the elder and younger on…. i LOVE the doppler effect of the george glacier calving…
and, i had to include the picture with a prop shadow – props RARELY show themselves unless the picture is a set up…. which this was not…
and i beleive we were in a piper p14… brad? corrections?
make that a PA-28 – thanks brad!
Tags: Add new tag, galcier, piper plane
i miss my cat.
i’ve been sick these past few days with a sore throat – makes my world a not so shiny place. whenever i would feel bad, bob would come and snuggle with me, search out my hand with his head for a scritch, make bread on my chest… all to let me know that, this too, would pass.
miao.
theraflu works too good. it says take every four hours. i started sipping about 10.30p last night… say it took me 30 min to finish. the pain in my throat woke me at 3.30a. hamn those chemists are smart.
time to boil more water…
(play me ^)
The dapper secret agent stands up in front of the large steamer trunk. Quick footsteps are heard receding in the tunnel below.
“Artie, I have to go after Loveless…”
“If you don’t stop him Jim, he will use the Ultrasonic Reverberator to destroy the railroad trestle. The President and all the European ambassadors will die!”
“Train of fools…” mutters Jim.
Jim stomps his boots; knives shoot from the toes. He lowers himself into the trunk, front-pointing into the mine shaft.
“And Artie, could you change into the strumpet outfit… that green dress does bring out your eyes…
(play me>)lerossignol
LE ROSSIGNOL
Le Rossignol was the best of the cat burglars. He could be in and out of a building in seconds, never setting off an alarm. He never did it for monetary gain. No, it was always for singing.
He’d intone Gregorian chants in marble bathrooms, and trill arias on grand staircases. Once, he even broke into Cathedrale Notre-Dame to sing Mozart’s Requiem by himself.
However, Rossi lost an early morning challenge to Le Coq, who thought the Eiffel Tower should be his personal roost.
Shamed, he jumped the Big Pond.
Americanized, “The Nightingale” now busks in Grand Central Station.
o to be in calgary…
my friend was telling me, that even in winter, a chinook wind can blow, and they will dine alfresco.
this picture was taken a few weeks ago. i imagine that the apples are ripe for picking now.
Comeoncomeoncomeon
Stupid Neon won’t start again. Lemme try once more…
I’m gonna be late and I’ve already missed the bus.
Comeoncomeoncomeon
I shouldn’t… Strange things happen when I do…
But once Geoff entertained the thought, he was possessed.
Reaching over, he popped the glove box and took out the fuzzy dice.
The final act was to hang them on the rear view mirror.
This time when he turned the key– there was no anemic 4 cylinder chug,
It was the throaty rumble of a 58 Fury V-8, toreador red, iceberg white.
Lighting a Lucky Strikes, Geoff growled, “Let’s roll, baby”.
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i will add the new stories as they are produced; if you like these, check out what the other (more) talented writers are coming up with at the 100 word weekly challenge!
for longer shorts (now isn’t that oxymoronic?), visit http.//greathites.blogspot.com.
sent jeffrey a story (at the last moment, seems to be my trade mark), but as i didnt record it, i dont know if he’ll use it
Asphalt is consumed by my Galaxie 427, the miles marked by hypnotic dashes flying by.
Fuzzy dice hang from the rearview mirror of my mind, bouncing with every bump in the road…
a glance into that mirror reflects a panoply of awards and indiscretions.
There’s only one answer: step on the accelerator.
A prickling of neck hairs brings my attention to the road again.
Headlights blind me, I hold steady, muttering anathema.
One final, hard jounce and it’s fresh pavement.
How long will it last?
No telling, but I enjoy it for the moment, and bear down on the accelerator.
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i scratch on paper while houston floats away.
this was the story submitted, but there was an alternate, mopar curse. which do you like better?
Tags: 100 word weekly challenge, driven
montana isn’t the only place that has the big sky. seems like hurricane ike sucked all the wind from the northland south to texas, because this evening was beautifully still.
there is still light at 7:30p, but it is fading fast. full dark happens mid november… this evening is reflected in a small pond by the sag river.
Tags: clouds, reflections
