Red Mosquito

VinylGuy wrote:

dad wrote:my wife and I have been talking about returning to Europe next year. we enjoyed Paris very much and decided to go again and add on another country/city. The whole trip will be about 10 days.

the countries we're looking at are Portugal (probably Lisbon), Switzerland, Amsterdam, Netherlands, and Germany.

should we just visit another city in France instead, or hit up another one in a different country?

yeah, come back to Paris. Its a gorgeous place with so much to do. And you can ditch all the museums and stuff and just enjoy the place, walk around.

Also Lisbon is beautiful. And if you want beach you have Cascais very close. Amsterdam is another must.

wease wrote:We’re going to Maine next year and I’m gonna do everything I can not to do anything while there except eat lobster.

wease wrote:We’re going to Maine next year and I’m gonna do everything I can not to do anything while there except eat lobster.

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:We’re going to Maine next year and I’m gonna do everything I can not to do anything while there except eat lobster.

I want to hit all 50 states and it’s hard to imagine when Maine is going to work its way into my life.

spike wrote:

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:We’re going to Maine next year and I’m gonna do everything I can not to do anything while there except eat lobster.

I want to hit all 50 states and it’s hard to imagine when Maine is going to work its way into my life.

cuz no baseball park durrrrrr

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:We’re going to Maine next year and I’m gonna do everything I can not to do anything while there except eat lobster.

I want to hit all 50 states and it’s hard to imagine when Maine is going to work its way into my life.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:We’re going to Maine next year and I’m gonna do everything I can not to do anything while there except eat lobster.

I want to hit all 50 states and it’s hard to imagine when Maine is going to work its way into my life.

Maine was my 49th and I’m pissed i waited so long. So beautiful. Going back in the fall. And Portland Maine is awesome. Way better than that other Portland

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

Bammer wrote:

wease wrote:We’re going to Maine next year and I’m gonna do everything I can not to do anything while there except eat lobster.

I want to hit all 50 states and it’s hard to imagine when Maine is going to work its way into my life.

Maine was my 49th and I’m pissed i waited so long. So beautiful. Going back in the fall. And Portland Maine is awesome. Way better than that other Portland

wease wrote:Looks like I’m at 33 A handful of western and New England states, Minnesota and Michigan is what I lack.

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.