Cafe de la Paix

How many times have I walked by that without knowing? The 9th, eh? Oh my.

What a choice for the day, brought on as it was by the random, late-scheduled meeting; no curling, but surprise four hundred; lack of Halloween interest; and the call of the sea and Service.

There are lines from the poems I must recite here, and bizarre plays beyond belief to record. Like curveball, side-pocket; and Hulse to the dug-out. And "freedom's most a fraud" and the wizened Spanish man at the Cafe and nothing else to do but buy another drink and the shielding serene from sordid fate and daring the desert lone and my last seeing be the moon, my last sound the sea.

Glorious. Is there a more beautiful word? We doubt it. Acadia executive director off to Yangshuo and Glaswegian 25 years in Canada who finds it too busy so "must away" and the non-alcoholic Caesar. "Dear strangers who we see everywhere, we do not know you but we have nicknames for you and you are awesome."

Tell me this sad world is not beautiful. Tell me the Third Guinness is not the best. Tell me ... Heh. Tell me about the 8/4 volunteering plan.

Tell me how you have planned your escape.