Red Mosquito

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

spike wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Guys, my drive is from NC to CT, going near Philly and NYC. It will be a nightmare.

Why aren’t you flying?

My wife's oldest just graduated from UNC and starts a job in Manhattan in June. He interned there this summer, and doesn't want to live in midtown or even the city. His girlfriend is probably moving up there with him, so he wants to check out some of the towns along some of the train lines. It is easier and cheaper to just take our car that comfortably fits 5 of us. If we flew, it would by 5 round trip tickets plus a rental car. My wife's parents live in western CT about an hour train ride from NYC, so we're going to celebrate Christmas with them.

On a different note, we are taking the train into the city on the 27th to see Spamalot.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

knee tunes wrote:Doesn't Joey live in Manhattan?

Where did the kid stay when he was doing the internship?

tragabigzanda wrote:What the fucking hell doug

Coach wrote:I'm having trouble getting over my ex GF.

tree_ wrote:

Coach wrote:I'm having trouble getting over my ex GF.

Hang in there. You have value.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Coach wrote:I'm having trouble getting over my ex GF.

Hang in there. You have value.

I’m having trouble reconciling tree’s response and Coach’s post

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Coach wrote:I'm having trouble getting over my ex GF.

Hang in there. You have value.

I’m having trouble reconciling tree’s response and Coach’s post

He has value! He should hang in there!

Coach wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Coach wrote:I'm having trouble getting over my ex GF.

Hang in there. You have value.

I’m having trouble reconciling tree’s response and Coach’s post

He has value! He should hang in there!

Thank you!

I have a compulsive/obsessive mind so I know it's that and not some great love I'm missed out on.

Coach wrote:I'm having trouble getting over my ex GF.

Chris_H_2 wrote:20 years, one wife, and two kids later, i still sometimes think about my ex girlfriend

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:20 years, one wife, and two kids later, i still sometimes think about my ex girlfriend

When that happens just picture your babysitter