I'm more in the sick camp, myself.
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I'm more in the sick camp, myself.
I am Spartacus
I am bored
I am that I am.
My point, way back when, was that the post race simply can't be a sprint. Only an insane person could win in a sprint.
It may've been the Mardi Gras ball. We all went to Krew de la Maison de Calcasieu's and Krew of Cosmos' ball.
Yeah, that was it.
Ah, facebook. I can't say I was missing that.
Great Blue Heron just caught a foot long fish in the brook in my backyard. He waited patiently for it to stop flopping around to actually eat it!
We call them doo-doo birds because they're always in the ditches.
My wife calls them egrets.
The state calls them herons.
We have Snowy Egrets that will occasionally find the brook (once a year I might notice them). These GB herons are regular visitors. To see him flying down the stream bed with that big wing span (six+ feet) always impresses me. Our yard is the first one that has very little woods along the near side - so they often tear out of the brook and climb right over my office window.
RIP James Cotton :cry:
James Cotton, Blues Harmonica Veteran, Dead at 81