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In a message dated 3/21/2005 2:00:04 A.M. Central Standard
Time, Cuyler writes:
I smell the fresh air and delight in = magic deck is on the way..........many times when crawling around the stone
I have wondered what would have happened if I had stayed in the city
and had got one of those cush jobs at the mob controlled Javits Center or the
Museum..with no rain in the face , no dealing with Moe Larry and Curly who when
turning with the shovel... bangs the other in the head.
No it would be a world of intelligent men (and women) who spoke
lyrically of Whitman and Pr oust and would eat at refined
luncheons on white table cloths wearing ties and white shirts.
As I finish the last of my Subway wearing splashes of Dijon
and crumbs for a tie
I am reminded of a post card I saw stuck on a interior mud
wall in the Camel trading center of the Sahara .(Douse in far
southern Tunisia on the Algerian border)
There in the card was two outdoor cafes , one in
Paris and one in North Africa
The one in Paris showed the men dreaming about Palm trees and sitting
at an outdoor cafe in the desert.
The one in North Africa showed the men dreaming about the Eiffel tower and
sitting at an outdoor cafe in Paris.........Unless you have a new lover every
month there is" no simple life" we are creatures of habit ;and after
the age of 55 we get under our shell ,hold what few cards we got, think
ourselves brilliant, and snap our claws at every crustacean above and below us
who thinks they have got it figured out.
Py
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